Feeding habits: Pretty girls who can't defend themselves and unsuspecting people walking home from work. Reproduction: None. They're dead. Bites: You die unless they feed you their blood after they take yours. Then you become a soulless idiot. Weaknesses sunlight, stakes through the heart, fire and me ripping their heads off. Strengths: They're stronger than an average human and seem to have better senses. Unfortunately, my strengths are better.
They are nothing like children. They have no souls and they slaughter innocent people to get a laugh. I pity the guy who got into his car after a night of drinking and now spends the rest of his years behind bars for killing somebody. I don't pity things that love hearing screams because they somehow get off on them.