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Hargreaves Lookout by timmytooltime https://flic.kr/p/2gUFixP
Poor Hargreave is all of that, as a cursed vampire werewolf thing, although he tries very hard not to be. He just doesn't believe he's capable of it. Maybe he isn't. He didn't create the legacy of violence, but he is its endpoint. He'd rather die, but he doesn't seem capable of that, either.
So he haunts his rotting, crumbling, mostly-forgotten estate in the company of (literal) ghosts, hoping that someday they can all move on from... whatever it was that happened. He can't remember much of his past, certainly not how things came to be this way, and the ghosts aren't talking. They're all rather agreed that it's probably better not to think about it.
Something something simply being kind and gentle and feeling bad about things isn't going to absolve you of the blood it took to make you, but neither is your senseless suffering. It fixes nothing. It changes nothing. All that remains here is a pathetic ruin. If you can't walk away from it--and if you can't even look at yourself, much less the things that are bigger than you--then nothing is ever going to change.
Is he doomed to house an eternal, essentially violent nature? Who knows! There's a lot working against him. As a desire to look at vampires and werewolves as a symbol of our fear of ourselves, of some quality that can make us into something unknown and unknowable, of vampires as a symbol of the predatory nature of aristocracy, of one fate that this kind of cruelty begets (to quietly rot away when the times change with no one to extend a hand)... yeah, it's not looking good for you, buddy.
But I also like wolves and the reality that they're as afraid of us as we are of them. Bestial Hargreave is more aggressive than a wolf--because he's much larger and much more dangerous and much hungrier than a wolf--but he is indeed very, very scared. He's not a creature that revels in violence. He's a creature that no longer understands the world around him in the same way. He knows he's hungry, and he knows he's scared. It may be that denying these things as much as humanly possible when he has the comprehension to do so does not, in fact, make them any better. It may be that hating the part of himself that is hungry and scared will only make it starving and terrified. But giving into it can't be an answer, either. What is he to do?
Hope no one ever crosses his path again, mostly.
Hello there son, my name is Jacob Hargreave, at your service.