Vampyre
After they first meet, the vampire tells this to the human boy:
The act of feeding is not pleasurable. It comes when the will is weak, when the dead cells of the body rebel, grasping for a life that should have long since ended. It is true death tugging you by the coat-tails, trying to throttle and sink you into the quicksand, bury you. Dust to dust. Ashes to ashes.
The hunger for blood is not the hunger. It is not for taste or warmth to soothe the empty belly. It is not the camaraderie of friends at the table, the passing of bread or the thing done leisurely. It is the screaming within you that desperately claws at everything, trying to fill the gaping maw where your missing soul once resided.
The need for blood is not a need. It is instead the cowardice of the wretched. It was once the benign soul dreaming of eternity and it is the damned soul who does anything to get it. It is not for the love of stars and the wish to see them forever. It is not noble or romantic or the fine figure that stands by the seashore under the moonlight.
The vampire is a false dream. He is not eternal and he does not have eternity.
The boy says only this to the vampire: I understand.
The vampire is the false dream and he is the fine figure that stands by the seashore under the moonlight. He is the cowardice of the wretched, the lonely man who cannot let go --
Ten years after the vampire speaks to the boy, Kei gives Sho the curse.