Jack came close to knowing that Elijah had. Not absolute certainty, but they'd had conversations about war that alluded to being a vampire on a battlefield. He doubted Elijah... liked that he'd enjoyed it, but that was another matter altogether.

Jack, for his part, didn't want to be a vampire and for all the time he'd spent in war, he didn't love it. He did sort of wish there'd been a vampire on some of the battlefields he'd been on. That was his dark thought, and not one he was going to dwell on.

"Relative to what?"