She looked down at the baby boy. "Okay, his name is Gabriel. Little Gabriel."
Eight (vampire) years later...
Gabriel slid his tongue over his now-sharp canines. He pressed his tongue against it hard and drew a drip of blood. Gabriel laughed as he tasted his blood. At that moment, Gabriel's father walked into the room.
"Gabe, I hope your not messing with your teeth again," he said, patting his son's shoulder.
"No father," the boy replied.
His father leaned down to face him. "Guess what today is," he said.
"Yes, how old are you?"
"Uh... I'm... Eight!"
"Guess what I gotyou for your birthday," his father said, winking at him. The boy shrugged, completely clueless. He stood and went to the door of the boys room. "Well, you're old enough now. Your teeth have come in... Family blood may not be enough for you now," his father began. "It's time you got your own personal servant."
The boy stared at him blankly. He only ever heard the word 'servant' when father complained about the cleaning or cooking done by other women and men. Gabriel like the other men and women, they were all nice to him, but they always listened more to his mother and father.
"You mean, my own friend?" the boy said, deciding that he considered the others his friends.
His father smiled, "Yes. A friend your age." He opened the door now, and for the first time, Gabe realized that there was someone standing there. Even though his senses should have alerted him earlier, he hadn't been paying attention.
Now, he noticed that the boy didn't give off the same vibe as the everyone else in the house.
The boy was slightly taller than Gabe and much thinner, as if he hadn't eaten in a really long time. His dark green eyes were wide and weary and there were dark bags under them. Obviously this boy had been through a lot. His hair was a shiny black and very unkempt. The other boys' clothes were simple and dull coloured. Gabe wondered why he didn't have dark purple and blue clothes like the clothes in his wardrobe. Shrugging, Gabriel decided that he would get the boy some nice clothes, after all, what were friends for?
Gabe smiled and went over to the boy excitedly. "What's your name?" he asked him.
His father smiled, patted his head, and left the two alone.
When the boy didn't reply, Gabe tryed again. "Well? What's your name? Do you have a name? Can you talk?"
Slowly, the boy nodded. "Yes," he responded.
Gabe tilted his head to the side.
"My name is... Miles," the boy said.
Gabriel grinned and grabbed Miles' hand. "Come on then Miles, do you want to play?"
This time, Miles nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes. I haven't played in a long time!" he told Gabriel as he was led to a box filled with toys.
"Why?" Gabe asked, taking out his favorite toys and pushing them toward the boy.
He shrugged and sat on the floor, all shyness from before completely gone. "I don't know..."
"Dad!!" Gabriel screamed, his voice filled with horror.
A (human) year after Miles had come into his life, he and Gabriel had become best friends. Gabriel had also learned of another reason why Miles had been brought to him.
His father ran up the stairs quickly. "What's wrong Gabriel?" he asked as he reached Gabe's room. He didn't really have to ask, once he looked into the room, he knew what had happened. Gabe was on the floor, holding Miles' head up. Blood flowed from the two holes on his neck.