"I don't have any fucking idea the way this works. Not here. I know how it works where I come from. You get bit by a fucking panther, you become a fucking panther. Nowhere in logic, or in the history I know, does somebody get pecked by a chicken to become a bat. It just doesn't work that way."
Eric looked at Lestat. He was getting really angry, which was not this vampire's fault, currently. He didn't like the idea of being a shifter, and especially did not like the idea of being a really small bat.
"There is no reason for this. No reason. A vampire who has been bitten by something does not become that thing! I have only seen a very few cases of any kind of crossover, and it's always weres or shifters being changed into vampires, and they're all whiney bitches, and nobody wants a goddamned thing to do with them."
Letting himself get so worked up wasn't the best of ideas. But Eric didn't know that. He knew that regular shifters could get sprung by their emotions, but they were usually young and/or weak. Eric didn't think of himself as either.
So he was a little surprised when he was suddenly looking at the toe of Lestat's shoe from a similar height.