Late at night, early autumn. You ended up dozing off on the couch in the living room, just the sound of the TV in the background; you were tired due to the exhausting day. Everything was calm, the house was finally clean, the baby sleeping on the upper floor.

A scratching noise on the window glass of one of the rooms followed by the thin cry of a baby was what woke you up in a state of complete alert.

Hurriedly, you went up the stairs humming so your daughter would recognize your voice; Maybe it was the wind and the baby was just hungry.

Then, you saw him as soon as the baby's crying stopped. He was there, standing, with your daughter in his arms. You couldn't help it, you were scared and pissed and worried.

"Get your fucking hands off my daughter."

But the vampire just smirked, those arrogant fangs, looking from the baby's face to your eyes.

"Sorry, I think you meant our daughter."