Oh the poor boy. Rosmerta could feel her heart reach out to him as she sat down next to him and took his hands in hers. 'Darling, you have nothing to fear here,' she said softly, reaching out and brushing a lock from his forehead. 'You poor thing. It must be terrible to be turned against your will.' She shook her head, damning the man or woman who had done something like that. Did they not understand the poor name they gave all vampires?
Or maybe they did and didn't care.
She sighed. 'Dennis, dear,' she said softly. 'You'll never see me turn away from you because of who you are, and though I would not choose it for myself, what you are can be a gift. You just need to use it right.' She smiled, thinking of the things Jander and Sanguini had told her. 'You'll get to see the world change - you'll see progress, you'll live to see this horrible war end.' She kept stroking his face, smiling at him. 'I know other vampires, good ones, decent ones. They tell me immortality can be a blessing if you choose to look at it the right way. One of them said he got to see the legacy his loved ones leave behind. One day you'll see your brother's great, great grandchildren walk this earth. You'll have a chance to know them, be their great uncle Dennis - and still have your boyish charm,' she said with a slight wink.
'Trust me, love, it's not as bad as it looks. And the world will come around and see sense. It must one day.'