Greatwater Lake Interview with the Vampire

The child was still young enough to still be learning new words, which was far younger than he had been when he was turned. He did not know the effect of age during turning on an individual, or if it truly had one. A child's curiosity was different than a deep-setted desire. One of the things he had never truly discussed with his sire, only because it had never crossed his mind prior to this one moment.

Athan laughed at the boy's indignance. That is correct as well, He smiled back, even at the boy's glowering eyes. It's both, I suppose, He had never been called a Wolf-Drinker before, just a Wolf-Eater. The former implied that he liquidifed the wolves before consuming them, an ability he didn't think possible except in the realms of fiction and legend.

The strigoi laughed once more. The child had the arrogance and demeanour of someone used to getting their way, even from adults. An alpha's son, perhaps? It didn't matter, really. Athan obeyed, stepping away from the carcass, already contented for the moment. The blood shouldn't be thick right now, but it will be soon, He warns, but doesn't expect the queer child to listen.