i sure am writing a lot of sabbat stories

You poor thing. Thrown out into unlife in such a cruel manner, left with that aching hunger inside you. You are lost, confused, and now everyone is telling you that all you can do is hide. To deny what you've become and disappear within the herds. Don't worry, mi niño. I am here to show you that it doesn't have to be this way. I can be your Keeper in this path to true freedom. And I'll take very good care of you.

You look so pale, mi niño. If you still had breath you'd be panting in anticipation for your first taste of blood. Poor dear. The Ivory Tower would be so content to let you go hungry if it meant not offending the cattle. But we are not so cruel. It's wrong to just leave a child on the streets to starve, and it is certainly not something I will tolerate. Come with me. I'll feed you.

Here we are. Isn't it glorious? Oh, don't mind their crying, mi niño. When you were... mortal.. did you mind the lowing of cattle? This is no different. I want to see you smile. This is something to celebrate, teaching you your true place in the world. We are such glorious predators, after all. Exalted and free. Why else would it feel so blissful to drink down that warm vitae? We are not about penance and shame, mi niño. See what a good job our hunters did, gathering up such a feast? We have every reason to be proud, and that is what we will teach you. Go. Enjoy it. Precious little thing. I'll take you safely under my wing, tucked in the shadows where you can learn your true potential.