Richard Masters learned English quickly through intense tutoring and was soon seen at events with his adoptive father Deacon. The vampire had enough wealth to be invited to all sorts of fundraisers, even though people were unclear on what exactly he did to maintain his fortune. At one such gala, the Drakes approached the Masters to introduce themselves. "And this is our son Timothy."
"Nice to meet you, Timothy. I'm Richard," the boy waved. His precise origins were a closely guarded secret due to the prejudice he would otherwise be subjected to.
"Nice to meet you too."
Richard quickly led Timothy away, "What's it like having rich parents? What do you guys like to do together?"
"My parents travel a lot on business."
"Did they bring you 'cause I'm here?"
"I guess."
"Okay."
"What's it like being adopted by Deacon Masters?"
"It's a change but I like it. He said I don't have to call him dad, I can call him Deacon but sometimes, I call him dad anyway."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Interesting."
The boys lost track of time before their respective guardians took them home. Deacon asked Richard during the drive home "What do you think of Timothy?"
"He's nice. Parents aren't around much but that's not really a problem." He knew Deacon liked exacting vengeance, or any excuse to hurt horrible humans.
A year after Richard mastered English, he consented to being turned. Deacon took him down to the basement where he had a chest of blood bags for the occasion. The immediate feeding frenzy led to many a slaughter long before Richard's birth. Training was handled in the same room where he became more than human.
