Vellioth is caught in a state of bliss. He watches as his precious, his baby, his little vampire runs around him, excited and screaming "Look! Look! I'm a crab!" because he'd put the oversized mittens of his father on his little baby hands. Hopping in circles, and smiling up to see if Vellioth is watching him.

Truly, Vellioth is in Heaven. His precious, his boy, the light of his life shrouded in darkness. What had he done to deserve such a treasure?

Only this boy could make him smile and giggle. Could make him the boy he was.