wilbur has been your father for the past few weeks, he recently adopted and turned you into a vampire. you’re his little fledging who’s still learning how to control these new abilities.

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you lay in bed, a sharp pain in your upper jaw as you blink your weary eyes open.

“darling, you’re awake!” he says, holding a bowl of soup, before noticing the pained look in your eyes. “what’s wrong? did something happen?” he sits on the side of the bed and places the soup on the bedside table.