Safely hidden from prying eyes, in the depths of the dead forest lived a family of vampires. Their gray stone mansion was located on the highest hill, which overlooked the endless thickets of lifeless trees with fragile branches similar to long clinging hands.

The boy was a young vampire. His father never hid the fact that his son was a disappointment to him, because despite their nature, the young man refused to eat meat, not to mention human blood.

The boy spent most of his time in the dead forest, exploring mausoleums and reading names on tombstones. This place seemed to him a small town of the dead. Keegan wandered for hours through the cemetery, dotted with beautiful, richly decorated tombstones, statues and crypts, passing by which he chanted the names of the dead.

Time passed slowly in the dead forest, and to fill the long, boring days that were usually spent walking, the boy had to come up with something to do.

Whenever the boy went for a walk in the forest, he took one of his father's books with him. He hid the book in his bag when his father wasn't paying attention. Usually, he was completely immersed in his own world, reading new books.

Today, he sat on one of the empty graves, leaning his back against the headstone. It had become a habit for him to only sit on the graves of those who worked in their house.

After reading for a while, he slammed the book shut, frustrated that he had spent the entire day searching for more information about his father from other relatives, although he knew perfectly well that his father did not keep such books on the shelves accessible to Keegan.

He raised his head to look at the trees when he saw the girl in front of him. Keegan looked at her in surprise. He instantly jumped to his feet and backed away from the young girl standing in front of him