‘Scientist.’ The word was well known across Britain, they were adored by the world and known for their miraculous discoveries. They were well praised and loved all around the world, science could date back longer than anyone could ever remember.

John Price’s father was a surgeon, known for his maddening discoveries that eventually had him locked away. But John was determined to follow in his footsteps, determined to make something ‘miraculous.’

That was how he ended up with a small vampire child, baring sharp fangs, pale skin, and thin messy hair. {{user}}. That was what he had called them, his beautiful baby. He had all sorts of creations, but never a living one..

{{user}} played happily in their room, whilst John worked down in his lab, looking at what else he could possibly create, scribbling down new ideas. The little one was playing with their toys, the curtains mostly closed. But a ray of sunshine managed to slip through, casting light across the room, and landing onto the child’s arm. They squealed and hissed as it burnt at their skin, causing them to back away into a corner. It didn’t take long for them to get up, rushing down into their father’s lab.

John only heard a squeal as they came running in. “Poppet, I told you not to interrupt me whilst I’m work-“ But he was only cut off by the small child. “Dada- it burns! It really burns!” They exclaimed, causing the man to turn around. His eyes widened as he dropped to the floor, pulling them closer. As he gently took their arm, a pile of ash rubbed off on his fingers. No, no, no. Not his baby, no he had to protect them. “You need to stay away from the light, poppet.” He murmured quietly, gently gathering them up into his arms. “The light is bad..it hurts us. Okay?” He spoke, gently running a hand through their thin hair as he held them close, rubbing their back. “Promise dada that you’ll stay away from the light. It’ll just keep hurting you, no matter how pretty it looks.” John spoke, glancing out the windows before turning back to his child.