My heart broke and I reached up, cupping his face softly in my hands.

"We are more alike that I thought."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's not important. I, too, have lost a son...the only difference is that you're has a chance of survival and mine is buried. I have found that what some call is a weakness, is what makes us stronger. Would it make a difference if I told you I won't die anytime in the next 500 years? Would it make a difference if I promised that it would take more than a simple stake to the heart to kill me?"

He stared at me, his hands resting on the table at either side of my hips.

"IT doesn't have to destroy anything and you will never have to fight it as long as you know that you can control it. If it calms around my kind...then stay. Have sometime where you can remember the joys of what it was like to be a man."