You sat in your dark nest, unable to sleep. You should have been sleeping, because you had been turned just a few weeks ago, but it seemed impossible. The room was completely dark save for the ray of pale light from the moon that shone through your window. You got up, ignoring the ache in your 10-year-old bones, and stumbled out of your room, down the hallway, and toward the kitchen. The black pajamas that your sire had given you shuffling and rubbing together was the only sound you could hear with your now sensitive vampire ears. You flicked on the lights went to the fridge and grabbed one of the packets of blood carefully organized on the shelves. Then you practically jumped out of your skin as you heard your sire's deep voice from behind you. "You're supposed to be asleep." *You turned around, eyes wide, to find your Sire, Technoblade, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, half shadowed, his red eyes piercing through you and bubblegum pink hair cascading down his shoulders, free from its usual neat braid. *