Most of them are stricken with lycanthrope like their parents, but because of their immaturity, their desease shows more prominently. Covered in various shades and thickness of fur, their ears losing their round curves in various degrees and mouths bearing fangs of different lengths. The worst of them even bear intimidating clawed nails on their hands. But they see it as normal. Most are not alarmed by it. After all, they are the twice born children. At least their not among the living-dead. At least, that is their thinking.
What breaks my heart is how much like the dead they look. I move my gaze to the back of the group where a few visitors stand, looking around nervously, not knowing what to make of this place and my teaching. Vampire children, living dead, not yet understanding or accepting the free gift of the Eternal King that is available to them. And yet they are here. Their parents have come seeking something and brought their children along as well. And some of these young dead look more alive than the regulars. Their hunger is greater... hunger for better sustenance. Though it is amazing that they can smell it here in this place, when our people wallow in the same filth and smell of death half the time.
Still, there are a few children who show promise. Those two with their swords seem to show some skill and a desire to learn more. Help me, Lord, to remember my old skill with a blade that I might impart to the next generation some hope!
