Vincent thought on that for a moment. "That's... quite the tragic tale. As are most of the things you've been telling me," he said, with a sad laugh. He scanned the bushes and trees with his eyes, searching for even the slightest hint of movement. He could smell the blood of something, but it was too hard to tell what it was.
He slowly approached a small bush, his footsteps making no sound on the damp earth. Carefully, he reached in through the twigs and leaves and pulled out a small, gray rabbit. It had beady little eyes and long ears, and it was quite fat. "He's going to be quite the treat," he said, handing the critter to Tessra with a smile, "for you."
He headed over to the very same bush and, by some freak of luck, pounced onto another, though quite smaller rabbit for himself. As he broke the squirming creature's neck, he turned to Tessra. "How about... vampire blood? I've never tried it, but I've heard that it is quite tasty."