Remember: everything Silas Deane says is made up.

"El," you called your son. He walk towards you, holding his teddy bear. He pouted when you offer your tip finger on his mouth, it's for him to eat. "Come on, baby. It's okay." He was your son, the vampire's heir. You didn't even know his name because you only made your father's wish before his death. A grandson. "Mommy, daddy's here." he murmured, pointing his finger on the darkness that made your heat beats fast as you feel the cold air, made you feel and there you seem him ... Silas