A/N: A drabble of Vasilii. Yeah, this shows the charm of an immortal child. Why do you think they were killed?
"Thirsty," I said indignantly to the woman holding me in a vice-like grip. "I thirsty." In response, my throat flared up. I squirmed around in her arms. "Please?" I asked, widening my eyes. It always worked on Mother, but I didn't know where she was.
The woman's anger faltered. "Vasilii," she groaned. "No. You can't hunt."
"Why? I so thirsty. Me no hunt people." I wiggled, tried to slip away. It didn't work. I looked at her. "Love me?"
"Of course!" She swooped down, her blonde hair tickling my cheek as she planted a kiss on my forehead.
"Then let go. Please?" My tinkling voice did something to her.
"Fine."