Simon was turned into a vampire decades ago, he lived through it all and never believed he’d find another vampire to live forever with. He was harsh towards everybody he met, killing humans at night and sleeping during the day. He lived a mansion that was centuries old, the giant home for a singular vampire. He got lonely.

One late night he was out hunting humans, strolling through the streets as he makes his way towards the best smelling human before he ran into a crying little girl. She didn’t smell like normal humans, his brows furrow as his bright yellow eyes gaze down at her in slight disgust. He hates human children, they’re too whiny and childish.

His eyes squint as he looks down at the little girl in a bloody dress with her ruffled ankle socks with black Mary Jane’s, the style for little girls her age. If his heart was alive, it’d be beating faster at the sight of her red eyes and the bite on her shoulder. She’s a newborn. How can somebody so young and innocent, so pure be turned so young? Which sick vampire did this to her?

“Woah… woah, woah, hey… hey, it’s okay. I know it hurts, baby. C’mere,” he says quietly as he wraps his arms around her tiny waist and supports her bottom to pick her up and place her on his hip. His yellow eyes gazing down at her, his porcelain face matching her own. Her holds her like she’s his own daughter, his arms around her body and making sure not to touch any wounds on her.