The kittycat and his leech 1/?
Title: The kittycat and his leech 1/?
Author: xdark-chanx
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,382
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blaine/Kurt, Puck/Kurt (eventual main pairing)
Warning: Mild swearing and violence.
Spoilers: All of season 1 and some of season 2.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don’t own Glee or Chris Colfer or Mark Salling…Ryan Murphy does, lucky bastard lol.
Summary: Noah Puckerman always knew there was someone out there just for him. Someone who was born to be with him. Someone who would love him unconditionally, and accept him, badass rep and all. Someone who should definitely not be Kurt frickin' Hummel. NightWorld crossover.
Author Notes: This is a Glee/Night World crossover. Knowledge of the Night World series by L.J.Smith isn’t necessary. Also if you’re a fan of vampires and the Vampire Diaries check this out; it’s by the same author.
The Night World…love was never so scary.
The Night World isn’t a place. It’s all around us. It’s a secret society of vampires, werewolves, witches, and other creatures of darkness that live among us. They’re beautiful and deadly and irresistible to humans. Your high school teacher could be one, and so could your boyfriend.
The Night World laws say it’s ok to hunt humans. It’s ok to toy with their hearts; it’s even ok to kill them. There are only two things you can’t do with them.
1) Never let them find out the Night World exists.
2) Never fall in love with one of them.
These are stories about what happens when the rules get broken.
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The Begining
On a cold November night in a medium sized house in Lima, Ohio, a woman with long reddish brown hair and silver blue eyes sat on an old rocking chair in a small cosy nursery with a toddler on her lap.
“Mama,” said the child in a high pitched melodic voice, “Sing! Sing Mama!”
The dark haired woman laughed at her child’s demanding tone and with a kiss to his forehead said, “Okay, but what do you want to hear? Contemporary, Classical, Rock, Western or Religious?”
“Umm,” the child pondered hard and couldn’t make up his mind as he knew whatever he chose would sound beautiful in his mother’s voice no matter what the genre.
“Goddess!” he exclaimed as if this explained exactly what he wanted to hear.
The woman laughed her gentle quiet laugh again. “You want to hear something about our Goddess?” she asked, and when he nodded she continued, “Ok. But afterwards you have to go straight to sleep, alright?” Again the little boy nodded.
The woman cleared her throat for dramatic effect and began to sing in a soft beautiful melodic voice.
“We All Come From The Goddess
And To Her We Shall Return
Like A Drop Of Rain,
Flowing To The Ocean
Hoof and horn, Hoof and horn
All that dies shall be reborn
Corn and grain, Corn and grain
All that falls shall rise again
We All Come From The Goddess
And To Her We Shall Return
Like A Drop Of Rain,
Flowing To The Ocean
Sage and Crone, Sage and Crone,
Wisdom's gift shall be our own.
Crone and Sage, Crone and Sage,
Wisdom is the gift of age.
We All Come From The Goddess
And To Her We Shall Return
Like A Drop Of Rain,
Flowing To The Ocean….”
After she had finished singing the final note, the woman peered down at her child and asked, “Well, what did you think? Was that what you wanted to hear?”
However, she received no answer as her child was lost in the realm of sleep.
The woman glanced down at her child’s face, nestled against her breast, saw his closed eyes and gave a sigh of content.
“May the Goddess bless, protect and be with you always. Hecate, my mother, please protect my son, your son, from any harm that comes his way,” she prayed and pressed another kiss to her son’s forehead.
When she was done, she stood gracefully and carefully, mindful of the small slumbering form nestled in her arms. She then glided over to the small single bed beside the rocking chair and carefully, with her son held in one arm, pulled the floral quilt down, and gently laid him down.
Once he was on the bed, she pulled the quilt up to his chin and sat on the bed and gazed down at his beautiful angelic face.
“Kruin, baby, Mama loves more you more than anything in this world and she would do anything to keep you safe. Anything, even if it meant leaving you forever. You’re Mama’s most treasured person so Mama must do everything and anything she can to keep you safe. And baby Mama knows if she’s here with you, you aren’t safe and neither is Dad. So Mama must go. But Mama wants you to know she’s not leaving you because she wants to, she’s leaving because she has to. And she wants you to know she’ll always think of you and love you forever and ever,” she said in a quiet voice as tears streamed down her gorgeous face.
She sat there for an hour. Just sat there and gazed at the face she loved with all her being, the face her heart would ach to see from then on.
When all her tears were spent and she could produce no more, she stood shakily and glanced down at her son one last time, burning his face into her memory.
Once she had collected herself, she left the room, ready to say her second most painful goodbye.
She glided down the hallway and down the stairs, her small perfect feet not making a sound on the creaky stairs.
Her husband sat with his back to the stairway and was staring intently at the TV screen, completely engrossed in the football game being shown.
“Burt,” she said quietly and waited for his attention.
Burt’s back stiffened when he heard her voice from behind him. In all their years of marriage his wife had never ceased to scare him with her silent ways.
He turned his towards her and she could see the look of anguish that took over his face and his green eyes that clearly reflected the pain and confusion that he felt at this turn of events.
“Burt, I’m ready to go,” she said quietly, voice devoid of emotion and posture rigid, completely masking her emotions.
Burt stood and turned his body to her. “Roseclear, you don’t have to go, you know. You could stay and we’ll get through this together and it’ll be ok,” he said voice full of emotion.
Roseclear gave her husband a gentle smile and was happy and proud she’d married such an incredibly brave man.
“Burt, I have to go. If I don’t bad things could happen to you and Kurt, to us, if I stay. Don’t deny it. Burt, you and I are far too different from each other for this family to work. We’re different species for crying out loud!” the witch said to her human husband in a resigned voice.
“That doesn’t matter! All that matters is that we love each other enough to try to make this work,” Burt cut in.
“Love each other?! Burt, my family would kill us if they knew we were together and had a child to boot. Night World law forbids Night World citizens to fall in love with humans. You know this. When we met I was willing to take the risk because I loved you with my whole heart and I still do. But Burt we can’t flee from reality of the danger surrounding us anymore! Did you know just the other day my cousin and his wife were killed? Yeah, they were! He was lamia and she was human. Burt they were murdered in their own home in front of their young daughter by vampires who found out they were together and had broken the law! Their daughter somehow barely managed to survive, thank goddess.”
Burt was completely shocked and horrified to hear this and just continued to stare at his wife in a stupefied state.
“It won’t be long before the Night World finds out about us too, Burt. My relatives have been questioning why I haven’t attended a gathering in years. Give them a few more years and I bet they’ll come find me and come here. And then they’ll see the reason for my absence and they’ll remove it permanently. I can’t take that risk.”
Roseclear’s speech came to an end and she stood there shaking in front of the man she loved too much to see die.
Burt gazed at her with wet eyes and standing firm with his hands tucked into his pockets, let his wife’s words sink in.
He knew she was right. He knew the danger they would be in if anyone from the Night World found out about their relationship. He sort of also knew this day would come but had prayed it wouldn’t be for another decade.
He had thought they would be safe in Lima, which was why they’d moved there when they got married. The town’s population was mainly human. In fact he hadn’t seen anyone who could have belonged to the Night World the six years they had been there. However, he couldn’t be certain they weren’t any there because the Night Worlders were masters of secrecy and blending in. They had to be, living in a world where humans sadly killed anything that was different.
Although, Roseclear had once mentioned in passing that there was a shapeshifter family on the edge of town but Burt didn’t know who they were and they certainly didn’t know who the Hummels were either.
The entire time they were in Lima Roseclear had been careful not to use any Night World symbols that identified her as a witch. She had even changed her name from Harman to Hummel, something that would have no doubt shocked the matriarchal witch community.
However, even without her witch symbols and clothes the people of Lima were wary of her. It was as if they could sense there was something different and not ‘normal’ about her.
“And it’s not only the Night World we should be worried about. We should worry about the humans here too. For the last couple of years people have been looking at me funny and I’m pretty sure they’ve been trying to avoid me,” Roseclear said biting her lip.
Burt made a move to cut in, to tell her she was being paranoid, but she beat him to the punch.
“And I’m not being paranoid. Last time I was picking Kruin up the other mums kept dragging their kids away from Kruin and me. It’s like they know I’m not human. I can see how they know though. I mean look at me!”
Burt did just that. He took in his wife’s long flowing red brown hair, her pale complexion and her silvery blue eyes, which if you looked closely at you could see a touch of violet, which marked her as a Harman witch, a direct descendent of Hellewise and her mother Hecate. To anyone who knew about the Night World Roseclear was a billboard that screamed she was one of them.
“I don’t mean just my eyes as well. I mean my face, my age,” she continued. Burt gave her a confused look so she elaborated.
“Burt since we came to Lima I haven’t aged a bit. In fact I haven’t aged in decades. Thanks to my father’s lamia vampire genes I stopped aging at 23 more than a hundred years ago. After a few more years people are going to start noticing that I’m supernatural. And I can’t continue to age either because the aging process will catch up to me quickly and in the next couple years I’m be a walking pile of wrinkles,” she said with a serious tone.
Burt nodded his head to show that he understood what she saying. He knew what she was saying was true of course. If the Night World didn’t get them, the people in Ohio would. Of course they could move to somewhere new in two years time, but then they’d have to move again and again. Keep moving before anyone got suspicious of them. However, that wasn’t an ideal lifestyle for them, especially Kurt.
“Ok, you’ve got a point and you’ve obviously made up your mind. I won’t try and stop you. You’re a Hummel and I know once a Hummel makes up his mind…er her mind there’s nothing changing it,” he said in a resigned voice and sank into the old comfy chair behind him.
Roseclear twisted her hands together, confidence slipping. She really didn’t want to do this. Burt meant so much to her. He was her second love. Her second chance at happiness.
Her first husband had been killed during the Burning Times and she had been so lost and lonely without him. Sure her kids and grandkids and great grandkids brought her some happiness, but they couldn’t fill the void her husband, her soulmate, had left.
That was part of the reason why she had embraced her vampire side, the part that gave her immortality. She thought that if she lived long enough, she could find someone else to fill the void. And she had. She had met Burt Hummel.
A man who knew what she was, accepted her, loved her, and didn’t fear her. A man who had been 20 when they first met. He had been on a trip in Las Vegas with some of his buddies and had stumbled across her at a Halloween party and had fallen in love with her then and there.
“What will we tell them? What about Kurt?” Burt asked, interrupting her trip down memory lane.
“Kurt can stay. At the moment he’s just an ordinary young child
. He doesn’t know how to use magic and hasn’t started drinking blood. He’s practically human,” she said carefully leaving out had he been female she would have taken him with her because the world needed more female Harmans to carry on the line.
“As for what to tell them, tell them I’m sick and later tell them I died from my illness. It’ll be better that way. Saying I just took off will start nasty rumours,” she continued.
“Cancer,” Burt said. “It’ll work.” He supposed he’d have to tell Kurt his mum was in the hospital and everyone else that his wife was at home on her death bed or something like that.
“Where are you going? When are you leaving?” he asked voice shaking slightly with emotion.
“I’m heading back to my family in Las Vegas. And I was thinking I could leave tomorrow, before Kurt wakes up, she said softly.
“Then tonight’s our last night together,” Burt said getting to his feet.
Roseclear nodded, tears beginning to stream down her face again.
She watched through tear filled eyes as he approached her and opened her arms to embrace him when he was close enough.
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A/N If you have noticed the Kruin/Kurt thing well done lol I decided to give Kurt two names since I'm certain if Roseclear had been his mother she would have wanted him to have some connection to the witch world and would have followed the witch/vampire tradition of naming children after gems and nature stuff lol A cookie goes to anyone who can find the meaning of Kruin lol And also here's a quick definition of the meaning of lamia as supplied by Wikipedia from the series:
"Lamia is the term in this series for those who are born as vampires." They age, eat and grow as humans do, but also have the ability to stop the aging process at any point they please; however, once a lamia that has stopped aging decides to begin aging again, the aging process will be accelerated so that their physical appearance will match their true age in a short amount of time. Also, the Lamia are able to have children, unlike the "made vampires".
Now made vampires, the second kind of vampires:
“Made vampires are humans that have been turned into vampires by exchanging blood with lamia or with another made vampire. Since older persons cannot survive the physical transition, all made vampires look about age nineteen or younger. Also, unlike lamia vampires, made vampires do not age, eat and cannot reproduce. If a made vampire does not receive enough blood from the vampire and dies, they will awaken as a ghoul, where their only aim in life is to kill and eat.”
Author: xdark-chanx
Genre: General, Romance
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,382
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Blaine/Kurt, Puck/Kurt (eventual main pairing)
Warning: Mild swearing and violence.
Spoilers: All of season 1 and some of season 2.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don’t own Glee or Chris Colfer or Mark Salling…Ryan Murphy does, lucky bastard lol.
Summary: Noah Puckerman always knew there was someone out there just for him. Someone who was born to be with him. Someone who would love him unconditionally, and accept him, badass rep and all. Someone who should definitely not be Kurt frickin' Hummel. NightWorld crossover.
Author Notes: This is a Glee/Night World crossover. Knowledge of the Night World series by L.J.Smith isn’t necessary. Also if you’re a fan of vampires and the Vampire Diaries check this out; it’s by the same author.
The Night World…love was never so scary.
The Night World isn’t a place. It’s all around us. It’s a secret society of vampires, werewolves, witches, and other creatures of darkness that live among us. They’re beautiful and deadly and irresistible to humans. Your high school teacher could be one, and so could your boyfriend.
The Night World laws say it’s ok to hunt humans. It’s ok to toy with their hearts; it’s even ok to kill them. There are only two things you can’t do with them.
1) Never let them find out the Night World exists.
2) Never fall in love with one of them.
These are stories about what happens when the rules get broken.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Begining
On a cold November night in a medium sized house in Lima, Ohio, a woman with long reddish brown hair and silver blue eyes sat on an old rocking chair in a small cosy nursery with a toddler on her lap.
“Mama,” said the child in a high pitched melodic voice, “Sing! Sing Mama!”
The dark haired woman laughed at her child’s demanding tone and with a kiss to his forehead said, “Okay, but what do you want to hear? Contemporary, Classical, Rock, Western or Religious?”
“Umm,” the child pondered hard and couldn’t make up his mind as he knew whatever he chose would sound beautiful in his mother’s voice no matter what the genre.
“Goddess!” he exclaimed as if this explained exactly what he wanted to hear.
The woman laughed her gentle quiet laugh again. “You want to hear something about our Goddess?” she asked, and when he nodded she continued, “Ok. But afterwards you have to go straight to sleep, alright?” Again the little boy nodded.
The woman cleared her throat for dramatic effect and began to sing in a soft beautiful melodic voice.
“We All Come From The Goddess
And To Her We Shall Return
Like A Drop Of Rain,
Flowing To The Ocean
Hoof and horn, Hoof and horn
All that dies shall be reborn
Corn and grain, Corn and grain
All that falls shall rise again
We All Come From The Goddess
And To Her We Shall Return
Like A Drop Of Rain,
Flowing To The Ocean
Sage and Crone, Sage and Crone,
Wisdom's gift shall be our own.
Crone and Sage, Crone and Sage,
Wisdom is the gift of age.
We All Come From The Goddess
And To Her We Shall Return
Like A Drop Of Rain,
Flowing To The Ocean….”
After she had finished singing the final note, the woman peered down at her child and asked, “Well, what did you think? Was that what you wanted to hear?”
However, she received no answer as her child was lost in the realm of sleep.
The woman glanced down at her child’s face, nestled against her breast, saw his closed eyes and gave a sigh of content.
“May the Goddess bless, protect and be with you always. Hecate, my mother, please protect my son, your son, from any harm that comes his way,” she prayed and pressed another kiss to her son’s forehead.
When she was done, she stood gracefully and carefully, mindful of the small slumbering form nestled in her arms. She then glided over to the small single bed beside the rocking chair and carefully, with her son held in one arm, pulled the floral quilt down, and gently laid him down.
Once he was on the bed, she pulled the quilt up to his chin and sat on the bed and gazed down at his beautiful angelic face.
“Kruin, baby, Mama loves more you more than anything in this world and she would do anything to keep you safe. Anything, even if it meant leaving you forever. You’re Mama’s most treasured person so Mama must do everything and anything she can to keep you safe. And baby Mama knows if she’s here with you, you aren’t safe and neither is Dad. So Mama must go. But Mama wants you to know she’s not leaving you because she wants to, she’s leaving because she has to. And she wants you to know she’ll always think of you and love you forever and ever,” she said in a quiet voice as tears streamed down her gorgeous face.
She sat there for an hour. Just sat there and gazed at the face she loved with all her being, the face her heart would ach to see from then on.
When all her tears were spent and she could produce no more, she stood shakily and glanced down at her son one last time, burning his face into her memory.
Once she had collected herself, she left the room, ready to say her second most painful goodbye.
She glided down the hallway and down the stairs, her small perfect feet not making a sound on the creaky stairs.
Her husband sat with his back to the stairway and was staring intently at the TV screen, completely engrossed in the football game being shown.
“Burt,” she said quietly and waited for his attention.
Burt’s back stiffened when he heard her voice from behind him. In all their years of marriage his wife had never ceased to scare him with her silent ways.
He turned his towards her and she could see the look of anguish that took over his face and his green eyes that clearly reflected the pain and confusion that he felt at this turn of events.
“Burt, I’m ready to go,” she said quietly, voice devoid of emotion and posture rigid, completely masking her emotions.
Burt stood and turned his body to her. “Roseclear, you don’t have to go, you know. You could stay and we’ll get through this together and it’ll be ok,” he said voice full of emotion.
Roseclear gave her husband a gentle smile and was happy and proud she’d married such an incredibly brave man.
“Burt, I have to go. If I don’t bad things could happen to you and Kurt, to us, if I stay. Don’t deny it. Burt, you and I are far too different from each other for this family to work. We’re different species for crying out loud!” the witch said to her human husband in a resigned voice.
“That doesn’t matter! All that matters is that we love each other enough to try to make this work,” Burt cut in.
“Love each other?! Burt, my family would kill us if they knew we were together and had a child to boot. Night World law forbids Night World citizens to fall in love with humans. You know this. When we met I was willing to take the risk because I loved you with my whole heart and I still do. But Burt we can’t flee from reality of the danger surrounding us anymore! Did you know just the other day my cousin and his wife were killed? Yeah, they were! He was lamia and she was human. Burt they were murdered in their own home in front of their young daughter by vampires who found out they were together and had broken the law! Their daughter somehow barely managed to survive, thank goddess.”
Burt was completely shocked and horrified to hear this and just continued to stare at his wife in a stupefied state.
“It won’t be long before the Night World finds out about us too, Burt. My relatives have been questioning why I haven’t attended a gathering in years. Give them a few more years and I bet they’ll come find me and come here. And then they’ll see the reason for my absence and they’ll remove it permanently. I can’t take that risk.”
Roseclear’s speech came to an end and she stood there shaking in front of the man she loved too much to see die.
Burt gazed at her with wet eyes and standing firm with his hands tucked into his pockets, let his wife’s words sink in.
He knew she was right. He knew the danger they would be in if anyone from the Night World found out about their relationship. He sort of also knew this day would come but had prayed it wouldn’t be for another decade.
He had thought they would be safe in Lima, which was why they’d moved there when they got married. The town’s population was mainly human. In fact he hadn’t seen anyone who could have belonged to the Night World the six years they had been there. However, he couldn’t be certain they weren’t any there because the Night Worlders were masters of secrecy and blending in. They had to be, living in a world where humans sadly killed anything that was different.
Although, Roseclear had once mentioned in passing that there was a shapeshifter family on the edge of town but Burt didn’t know who they were and they certainly didn’t know who the Hummels were either.
The entire time they were in Lima Roseclear had been careful not to use any Night World symbols that identified her as a witch. She had even changed her name from Harman to Hummel, something that would have no doubt shocked the matriarchal witch community.
However, even without her witch symbols and clothes the people of Lima were wary of her. It was as if they could sense there was something different and not ‘normal’ about her.
“And it’s not only the Night World we should be worried about. We should worry about the humans here too. For the last couple of years people have been looking at me funny and I’m pretty sure they’ve been trying to avoid me,” Roseclear said biting her lip.
Burt made a move to cut in, to tell her she was being paranoid, but she beat him to the punch.
“And I’m not being paranoid. Last time I was picking Kruin up the other mums kept dragging their kids away from Kruin and me. It’s like they know I’m not human. I can see how they know though. I mean look at me!”
Burt did just that. He took in his wife’s long flowing red brown hair, her pale complexion and her silvery blue eyes, which if you looked closely at you could see a touch of violet, which marked her as a Harman witch, a direct descendent of Hellewise and her mother Hecate. To anyone who knew about the Night World Roseclear was a billboard that screamed she was one of them.
“I don’t mean just my eyes as well. I mean my face, my age,” she continued. Burt gave her a confused look so she elaborated.
“Burt since we came to Lima I haven’t aged a bit. In fact I haven’t aged in decades. Thanks to my father’s lamia vampire genes I stopped aging at 23 more than a hundred years ago. After a few more years people are going to start noticing that I’m supernatural. And I can’t continue to age either because the aging process will catch up to me quickly and in the next couple years I’m be a walking pile of wrinkles,” she said with a serious tone.
Burt nodded his head to show that he understood what she saying. He knew what she was saying was true of course. If the Night World didn’t get them, the people in Ohio would. Of course they could move to somewhere new in two years time, but then they’d have to move again and again. Keep moving before anyone got suspicious of them. However, that wasn’t an ideal lifestyle for them, especially Kurt.
“Ok, you’ve got a point and you’ve obviously made up your mind. I won’t try and stop you. You’re a Hummel and I know once a Hummel makes up his mind…er her mind there’s nothing changing it,” he said in a resigned voice and sank into the old comfy chair behind him.
Roseclear twisted her hands together, confidence slipping. She really didn’t want to do this. Burt meant so much to her. He was her second love. Her second chance at happiness.
Her first husband had been killed during the Burning Times and she had been so lost and lonely without him. Sure her kids and grandkids and great grandkids brought her some happiness, but they couldn’t fill the void her husband, her soulmate, had left.
That was part of the reason why she had embraced her vampire side, the part that gave her immortality. She thought that if she lived long enough, she could find someone else to fill the void. And she had. She had met Burt Hummel.
A man who knew what she was, accepted her, loved her, and didn’t fear her. A man who had been 20 when they first met. He had been on a trip in Las Vegas with some of his buddies and had stumbled across her at a Halloween party and had fallen in love with her then and there.
“What will we tell them? What about Kurt?” Burt asked, interrupting her trip down memory lane.
“Kurt can stay. At the moment he’s just an ordinary young child
. He doesn’t know how to use magic and hasn’t started drinking blood. He’s practically human,” she said carefully leaving out had he been female she would have taken him with her because the world needed more female Harmans to carry on the line.
“As for what to tell them, tell them I’m sick and later tell them I died from my illness. It’ll be better that way. Saying I just took off will start nasty rumours,” she continued.
“Cancer,” Burt said. “It’ll work.” He supposed he’d have to tell Kurt his mum was in the hospital and everyone else that his wife was at home on her death bed or something like that.
“Where are you going? When are you leaving?” he asked voice shaking slightly with emotion.
“I’m heading back to my family in Las Vegas. And I was thinking I could leave tomorrow, before Kurt wakes up, she said softly.
“Then tonight’s our last night together,” Burt said getting to his feet.
Roseclear nodded, tears beginning to stream down her face again.
She watched through tear filled eyes as he approached her and opened her arms to embrace him when he was close enough.
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A/N If you have noticed the Kruin/Kurt thing well done lol I decided to give Kurt two names since I'm certain if Roseclear had been his mother she would have wanted him to have some connection to the witch world and would have followed the witch/vampire tradition of naming children after gems and nature stuff lol A cookie goes to anyone who can find the meaning of Kruin lol And also here's a quick definition of the meaning of lamia as supplied by Wikipedia from the series:
"Lamia is the term in this series for those who are born as vampires." They age, eat and grow as humans do, but also have the ability to stop the aging process at any point they please; however, once a lamia that has stopped aging decides to begin aging again, the aging process will be accelerated so that their physical appearance will match their true age in a short amount of time. Also, the Lamia are able to have children, unlike the "made vampires".
Now made vampires, the second kind of vampires:
“Made vampires are humans that have been turned into vampires by exchanging blood with lamia or with another made vampire. Since older persons cannot survive the physical transition, all made vampires look about age nineteen or younger. Also, unlike lamia vampires, made vampires do not age, eat and cannot reproduce. If a made vampire does not receive enough blood from the vampire and dies, they will awaken as a ghoul, where their only aim in life is to kill and eat.”