Vampling

It was usually right after these conversations that my brand-new vamplings got their first glimpse of how fast their fellow vampires can heal.

“No, cara mia. You are a vampling. The chance that you would drink too much and harm the comar is too great. I stay.”

Vampling bloodlust was worse than puberty. I was green enough to recall my own cringe-worthy growing pains —my recent cow blood confession, case in point.

“And De Luca’s vamplings blame us for his murder,” Jackson snapped. “Don’t suppose you want to correct that piece of misinformation, do you?”

"We're not looking for trouble," Otto hisses. "I suggest you head back home, vampling."

If you're hoping to taste my blood, little vampling, think again.