“A vampire environmentalist,” I commented with a smile.
“Yes, I guess that's what you would call us,” Lucas agreed.
“What do you hunt?” I asked curiously, as we continued our gentle meander through the forest. “Do you have a favorite… meal? Do different bloods taste different to you, like I have favorite foods?”
Lucas continued to guide me along the forest floor, considering my question before he answered. “There are subtle differences in tastes. For instance, I prefer to hunt bear over deer, as an example.”
I shuddered at the idea of Lucas being attacked by a bear and then pushed the errant thought from my mind – I sometimes forgot the bear was in far greater danger than Lucas would ever be.
“I've frightened you, haven't I?” Lucas stopped walking and looked at me, a small frown creas
