I remember the days when being a Vampire or a Werewolf was bad news, and you typically found yourself murdering your loved ones for food or because you became an inhuman beast with no remorse or some combination of the two. Now it just means you get to be all whiny and "boohoo, I have to live forever with none of the typical drawbacks associated with my archetype. I'm going to go put on my eye liner and listen to Linkin park, boohoo."