I do find it remarkable just how lacking my timeline proved to be in terms of vampiric study, education, and the like. Much like our current world, many believed that we simply punctured the artery (or vein, in some case) and used typical suction to feed. In actuality it was more complex, but it wasn't like it mattered to people at all.
No, all they cared about was how horrific it was to feel canines slip into your flesh. After everything was said and done, finding willing prey was often so difficult that even though it was fulfilling, in the instinctual way that's so terribly difficult to describe, I didn't bite any human beyond the stupid "Wizard of Waterdeep," which was, admittedly, only to satisfy my curiosity. It was also the most disgusting thing I'd ever tasted, mind you.
Of course, I'd gotten close. There were, as there often tends to be, a few folk that were, well... interested, in the idea. But only the idea. When they'd lay their heads back and bare their delicious throats to me, they'd squirm and they'd shake and I'd know it wasn't what they wanted. And so I'd open the door for an exit, and exited they did. No matter how pretty one may have been, back then, you were still seen as something to fear. A monster.