I was ten years old and I missed them terribly. My aunt and uncle were very patient and kind and good to me, in the beginning. We were in grief counse...ing for awhile, learning how to communicate with each other, especially me. I was very quiet and sometimes with-drawn. The therapist said that was my way of taking “time out” and it was normal. She told them they could try and distract me to help me pull out of it, but it wouldn’t last long and would get easier over time, Eventually, I would do. I know it was snippy and fresh but I fired back with, "Well, what about you, Mom?" I'm your mom, Jake." Gee, I didn't know that," I threw back at her. "But I do love you, Mom, and you're gorgeous and I really think you're sexy." Well, that's nice of you to say, every woman likes to hear a man say she's sexy, but there's other girls out there." But look at you, Mom. That teeshirt. I can see that you're naked underneath it. It shows your nipples. You mean that you wouldn't get turned-on if I. I tried to control myself and go back to normalcy but could not. Slowly I got bold put my palm on the tit and found that she was not wearing anything under the woolen t shirt. Slowly I rubbed my palm on the nipple jutting through. She wiggled a little and went back to sleep. In the wiggling her t shirt rode up a little more and I could almost see the curve starting upwards. I lost my control. I slowly lifted the end of the t-shirt with my left hand and slowly moved it upwards. A beautiful nice. You can too.” She reached out with that claw then, and poked him in the forehead hard enough she actually pierced skin; and it did nothing, no blood or anything, because he was a Kindred.He was a Kindred. Not a human, not really. He was a walking corpse.“ ... just because I can doesn’t mean I would.” He frowned then and pushed her claw aside, complete with a painful wince. “What sick fuck would just murder living, thinking, self-aware humans just because they can?”“Your grandsire for one.”“Then.