Deepwood Weald Willst du nur Früchte von ihr, die kann auch die Sterbliche zeugen;

There was a slow shift in the vampire's demeanour since the day he and his half-brother met. Abaddon was growing more agitated by the day, slowly, but surely eventually more palpable as his snarky and biting words had more edge to them as time went on. He was hungry - and not in common sense that Death might think. He was hungry; and should the brothers be traveling together for an extended period of time, this side of the white man had to be seen eventually.

He wouldn't ignore the craving for the sake of the kid. 

As his focus changed from the boy onto their surroundings more and more, ignoring the kid even more so as the figure of another emerged from beyond the limits of the forest and the prince of darkness almost completely forgot about the boy as his new plaything became his new center of focus. Striding forward, he strode toward the female and offered a charming smile. Hello~ He cooes smoothly. Are you alone as well? We are wandering brothers. 

His game began.