Horace Talbott had been preying on working girls for a decade before Carris turned him. He’d long been a monster; she just made him better equipped for it. When he discovered he could be turned, he saw the thirst for blood as one of the many benefits of the condition. As happens with some of our kind, Talbott found his thirst best slaked by the blood of children. Perhaps it was a testament to his one shred of humanity, but he was always careful to not hurt them or take too much at one time. Maybe he did it to convince himself he was more than just his hunger. If there’s no line you won’t cross, then what makes you different from a ravening beast or a parasite? Or maybe even his evil had its limits.