Fingers, toes, ears, nose - all small, all not essential. If you grow bored of them I'll take them for you, I'll make them mine inside of me. You could like it.
The hunt is bright and black and no one who comes inside can leave. The vampires leave me their dead and I've been trying them on like dresses. I peel them back off and my skin comes away.
Have you ever seen a vetala without its flesh? We are rare outside Bhāratavarṣa.