Dameon was lost in thought. Seeing his daughter again. Even if it was...only in his mind. A single tear trickles its way slowly down his face. He sensed her approach yet did nothing to hide the fact a single tear snuck its way from beneath his lashes. He opens his eyes slowly. Lashes longish and beautiful. He turns and looks at her. "Six years. That is three years before my daughter's birth. Three years later....they murdered her." he says. Pain in his voice. "She wasn't doing anything wrong. She just happened to be what she was. Those slayers...they kill vampires...even little ones who are innocent." he says sadly. "I know you haven't. Perhaps you need a blood packet to hold you over until I can show you where to hunt and where to avoid?" he offers.