The elder vampires rose, and had a seat over next to Henry. He sighed deeply. This was never easy. It bothered him immensely seeing the young vampire so distraught. He was not adjusting well to the change at all, and he wanted to help him. He just was not sure if he could do anything that he had not already done. He ignored the shards of broken glass. It could be cleaned up later, there was another mess that needed tending to right now, and it was far more important then the broken glass.<br/><br/>"I cannot give you back your humanity. If there was a way, I would have found it by now. I have been alive since the time of Ancient Egypt kid. My maker was a Pharoah. I learned a lot from him before he left this world. But your maker was old enough that drinking his blood when he turned you allows you to live in the light. You will be able to still enjoy the rising sun. Some of us dont have that. When I was first turned, I did not have that. I'm Eruk by the way, Henry. Do you even remember what happened to you?"<br/><br/>"Somehow, I don't think you remember much. It's not uncommon after someone has been traumatized like that. And my brother is not exactly one of the nicest vampires ever to walk the earth. After all he did not give you a choice in this."