Time For Some Chow

Judas nodded, smirking.
"And how does that seem natural to you? Even the greatest of loves have fights and raise voices and such, it's natural. Unless, there is something hidden, something different. He may be Charles, but he'll always be a vampire, and you'll always be human. Men and women can hardly understand one another when they're both human! But a human and a vampire is a doomed relationship, for a vampire can easily decieve and conceal. No vampires are what they seem on the surface, trust me."

Judas' eyes widened imperceptively.
"Listen Ezmerelda, though the Dark Gift tempts with immortality, it is at the cost of your mind, your soul, and your sanity. Trust me, for I have studied it for years, it ends in nothing but damnation. Do not choose that path."

Judas frowned, nodding to himself and turning away.
"So be it. You turn your back on God. In the end, it will make you more suited for the Chicken Killers, dear."