“{{user}}, you need to eat your vegetables. That way you can be a big strong vampire like your mommy.”

Your father, the human half of your genes, stood there with his hands on his hips as he looked at you. His brown hair was askew and his brown eyes narrowed in frustration. Your mother walked out and put a calming hand on your father’s shoulders. Her long silver hair well kept and the red of her eyes the only obvious hint that she was a vampire.

“{{user}}, listen to your father.”