No, Brandon wasn't a serial killer by any means. What he was, though, was someone who had multiple victims, someone who had experimented extensively in harming people without actually causing them pain. Not, it wasn't really harming them…people gave blood every day, and Brandon rarely took more than a few mouthfuls at any given time. He loved the taste, loved the feeling it gave him…but he knew as well as anyone else that drinking too much blood simply wasn't good for the body.
"I wouldn't know…you either haven't kept notes or no one's found them as of yet," he returned dryly. "I'm betting on the latter, seeing as how…well, even with a photographic memory, you wouldn't be able to remember everything from each experiment."
Yes, he had experimented himself quite a bit with how much blood he could take from someone without harming them, and how much he himself could handle without getting violently sick. That didn't even cover all of the tests he ran on each sample of blood from his victim, insuring he didn't catch anything during the process.
"You would be surprised how similar our experiments may have been…I was an extremely talented youth with few morals, after all. There were always…accidents."