"Oh hell no. Trust me, they don't. Not anymore! That lady made sparkling assholes and giant puppies!" Caine shook his head, waving a half-eaten pastry back and forth dismissively. He downed it in seconds then grabbed another before speaking. His eyes got an unusual glimmer to them. How ironic for a Hunter to not even believe in his quarries.<br/><br/>In the many more years Caine would have on Earth, he was sure he'd never forget that moment. "What if I could prove to you that everything you know about these 'kid stories' is wrong? What if I could prove that a real Vampire killed Sandy? Not the adorable posers you see cropping up like weeds nowadays, they got nothing to do with this. I'm talking natural fangs, blood drinking, century surviving Vampires."<br/><br/>Caine placed the bag of food next to his chair. The young man made a beeline down a hallway left of the couch only to come back with two things. One was just a standard Macbook. Nothing weird there...yet... The second was some kind of small, oblong file box kept shut by combination lock. Smiling triumphantly as he sat back down, Caine's fingers flew over the laptop keys. Then after a few tense seconds the screen was turned towards Jared. "First I got video. BAM! Two Werewolves duking it out by the Hudson three weeks ago. The bigger one is Nova himself. But this is just the beginning." While he left Jared to his footage, Caine began unlocking the file box.