He wanted revenge yet good would it do? What purpose would it serve? It would never bring his little Rose back to life. Nothing would. He couldn't keep her safe. He should have been there rather than let her go hang with his friend Reese. He was her god father. How was he to know his best friend was a traitor? He couldn't have. Yet Reese got dusted as well...but Rose...she was a child! How can anyone murder a child?! Vampire or not...there was no way around the fact she had been just a baby human age wise.<br/><br/>He blinks and looks up at her. He'd not sought comfort yet her small amount of comfort...calmed him. He places his hand over hers. Turning and kissing the palm. "Alright. I made this for my daughter. Rose...that was my baby girls name. She loved these colors. And she loved roses." he says softly. Standing up and taking her hand covered by his and leads her into the house and into the kitchen. Opening a fridge he pulls out a very LARGE blood packet. Nukes it and lays it on the table. "Just bite into it like you would a humans neck."