The fucker before Dracula used to turn children. Once they're turned, they don't grow anymore. Not in the normal way, and not- in their heads, I suppose. They're always children. They could live centuries and they'd never be capable of understanding what happened to them. He'd return them to their families once the hunger first struck, let them tear them apart. And then he'd be the only one there for them. Soldiers, near as powerful as he was, but completely reliant upon him.

Justine was the last of them. Your father took over a few years after she was turned. He forbade all of that. Any vampire who even tried, he'd find them long before the Belmonts did. We didn't care for him, but at least he had some fucking standards.