“Never,” Rayth confirmed with a nod when Lune reacted in shock to his answer. It wasn’t that he’d never wanted to meet another half vampire. It would have been exciting to find someone else with a foot in two worlds, just like himself. However, he’d never had the luck to cross paths with any. As far as he knew, it was possible that he was the only supernatural in all of North America who was the product of love between a human and vampire. When she confirmed that he had been close in his estimate of her age, he smiled proudly. It usually wasn’t [i]that[/i] hard to guess how old a human was, but every once in a while he was left dumbfounded when he thought someone was far older or younger than they actually were. “I wouldn’t be a very good vampire if I couldn’t function at night,” he pointed out. Predominantly nocturnal, he needed all of his senses to work after the sun went down. Living with the circus had changed some of his habits, since he no longer ventured out on his own to hunt, but he was still at his strongest when the moon was shining overhead. His blood red eyes flicked up toward the softly glowing disk at the thought before he strode ahead to the next car in the line. “A little of both?” he replied to Lune’s question with a slight inflection as he hopped up on the rail to reach for the door. “I don’t think it’s common for vampires to fall for their prey and have kids with them, so my instinct says there probably aren’t very many others like me in the world. But I also spent over sixty years with my human family near the Pueblo reservation in New Mexico, where there are no other vampires at all.” He gave the door a sharp tug, and it groaned as it slid open, granting them entrance to a pitch black space on the other side. The car was lined with windows, so it was usually illuminated with natural light during the day, but at night, there was nothing to keep it lit. Trains designed by humans ran wires through the passenger cars so the occupants could turn on lights inside, and there were outlets and switches that suggested these had been built the same way. However, the monsters of Cirque du Sombre were at home in the darkness, so they didn’t bother plugging anything in or replacing the bulbs in the old, burnt-out overhead fixtures. Rayth went on, “I like to think I’ve become well-traveled since I left home, but I still haven’t found any other half-vampires. Or very many pure-blooded vampires, for that matter. We don’t share territory very well, so we tend to stay away from each other unless someone trespasses on our turf.” He leaned away from the car so that he hung precariously by the hand that grasped the sliding door handle. Glancing down at Lune from his perch, he paused for a moment and then extended his free hand to help her up if she needed or wanted assistance. “This is one of the sleeper cars,” he told her. “There are seven of them in total, and I’m not sure if this one has any empty beds, but I figured we can keep walking through the inside of the train now… So you can start getting a feel for your new mobile home.”