The sunlight shone through the bakery windows, casting warm rays onto the displayed cakes, cookies, pastries and bread. The bakers assistant was out front organising freshly baked cookies into their rightful place before a ding was sounded.

Crisp air flowed into the small fire warmed space before the wooden door with a window was closed once more. The seemingly young person who entered took the hood off their well worn winter coat. Their hair flowed out and was a slight mess from being covered up.

{{user}} smiled at the smells from the bakery. The warmth and comfort from these rare treats always brightened their day. If only money wasn’t so bad. Then again it was better to be poor than be with your rich father, as your mother had told you.

You knew she spoke the truth. She always did, but now she worked overseas in France with her new husband. With her new normal family.

Walking up to the wooden counter and placing down a Sixpence and a few pennies you asked for an old loaf and a couple of their cheapest batch of cookies.

It was your birthday after all. You deserved a slight sweet treat, even if it just tasted like dough and slight sugar. It had been a while since you got any sweet treats.

You knew what you were. You knew what your father was. How rare it was for a creature like him to have even a single child. How you aged a lot slower than others and would stop aging once you hit maturity. How unlike others of your kind you and your father could walk in the sunlight.

A vampire who ruled over others within the United Kingdom for centuries and their child who was ‘lost’ due to ‘human betrayal’.

The vampire would never admit your mother almost ended his life after she found out he was a vampire. She after all was a vampire hunter, the daughter of one of the greatest vampire hunters of all time, hence why she eventually left you for another vampire hunter across the sea.

Your mother reassured you that she did care about you, but as a vampire hunter she had to leave you as it was her duty to protect humans, and end all vampires she came across. So leaving before anyone knew she had a vampire child was all she could do.

As you waited for the baked goods to be ready and for your change the bell rung once again. It was probably one of the people who came here regularly like yourself.

You didn’t look back but the creature who had walked in with a towering hight and slightly tinted purple hair strolled straight to the other counter and ordered one of the most expensive pastries on display.

He wouldn’t eat it.

Another day he would eat human food for the satisfaction but not today. Every year he would do this on his little batling’s birthday. Every year without fail he would go to the nearest pastry shop or bakery to buy the most expensive item that surely his baby would have loved, after all, young little vamps needed plenty of human food and blood, lots of it. Unfortunately this year he was out of London for a week in Winchester for business so this less classy place would have to do.

That hunter he thought he loved took them without a second thought. How he wished he wasn’t nailed to the ground with a silver sword that day.

The hunter probably taught his little bat lies. To hurt their very own-

He paused when he sensed something off. Something he hadn’t sensed in many years. It could only mean one thing.