Shawn wasn't quite taking the bait, but Ben wasn't sure he could blame the guy. This was, after all, incredibly out of the blue. There had hardly been any time to plan the whole affair, and this was the first time that he had met a descendent of his sire who hadn't heard of their adopted vampire they would someday need to feed in some fashion or another. No, because Shawn's mother had been keyed onto the "cult-like behavior" of her family and had taken the drastic reaction of cutting off all ties with her family to distance herself from it all.

Thanksgivings after that must have been lonely.

Ben sighed, raking a hand through his hair and giving what sheepish look he could manage. "Ben Clark," he introduced. "I was a very good friend of your grandmother's. This is a bit..." He gestured vaguely, hoping to convey both the awkwardness of the conversation and also that it was taking place on a doorstep. "There is something I need to speak with you about. Regarding Rebecca. It's important."