Lake Rodney Everyone is a book of blood

Patiently he waited, waited to see what the boy would say, what he was told if he was told anything at all about the man he was searching for. He had come into contact with many individuals in his travels, past, and present. Many of which had come and gone. Different sides of him seen by different individuals but the idea was all the same. He was a monster, and he was either the monster that would consume and wreak havoc to all you loved and knew - or the one who would assist in your own conquest no matter the task. 

So which side of the same coin did this boy hear of. 

He watched everything, the small realizations, the suspicion that crawled along the boy's face, so close to a conclusion and yet he hadn't grasped it just yet. Should I see him, I'll pass that message along. He kept a straight face, not allowing himself to ruin all the fun just yet by sending out a visual clue of amusement. 

The boy turned his back, and Vengeance was mildly disappointed for a split second. The boy was dense, deciding that the one who spoke to him was of no use and that he should be on his way to keep looking elsewhere - even if the target he was seeking was right in front of his face this whole time. But then he stopped, the fur along his back rose and - there it is. 

Amused, he grinned. The one and only. He finally stopped the charade, as short-lived as it was, there was no need to continue lying. The boy knew enough and the clues he had vocalized were indeed the Rache that stood before him - very few had the same coat and eye color, the same stench, and size; it was too unique. Why are you looking for me. Now he was onto a new thought. This boy said he was his son, the bastard spawn - so what did he want.