The night was long and silent, anything and everything could be heard. Including breath as quiet as a vampires. Vampires were silent creatures. What, or more fitting, who was there? It could be anything. It wasn’t a thing, things don’t have lavender flames on their head, covering one eye. It could be classified as a thing. Vampires weren’t treated the same as mortals. They seemed to be no older than sixteen, a child vampire (or, a baby blood bat). They sat on a tree branch.