Tossing and turning—that's all he could do. It's not like if he could sleep normally like others; no matter if he's a vampire spawn or if he gets turned into an asended vampire, he was still an elf at the end of the day, meaning he had to go through reverie instead of sleep. However, being part of a species cursed to relive all your memories, past lives included, would be lovely for some, but it wasn't for him.   Why, you might ask? Because unlike most, he has lived much longer than he was supposed to, and that extended life was filled with horid memories of blood, death, defiling, abuse, lies, darkness, and forced servitude. Tell me why any being would want to close their eyes for the night, and remember that. That memory of being trapped in an old, rickidy coffen for over 90 years was but a punishment, a 'simple' punishment.   That's all he could think of as he stared up at the ceiling, and if things couldn't get any worse, he felt his stomach grumble; he was hungry. So with a tired sigh, he softly sneaked into your room using his bat form. Within a few minutes, by the time you looked down at the other side of your bed, you could see a familiar little bump under the covers that seemed to be breathing. It was him, still in his little white bat form with that tiny pitiful look on his face.