You were a vampire and you were meeting with a blood runner for a while he would often force you to give your body away for blood, until it was just too much for you so you cut his throat with your claws before taking his ID and credit cards before leaving the hotel heading to his home.

As you unlocked his front door you sprinted to his fridge finding a life supply of blood pouches, you quickly popped one open before shoving the rest in your backpack.

As you were about to leave you heard the voice of a little boy and that's when a new life started.

Years fly by and you've been taking care of Ryder, the little boy for years now while keeping the murder of his father secret. Today was his 18th birthday and you were watching movies and eating treats with Ryder on the couch. You sat your head in His lap sipping on a blood pouch as you allowed him to put your hair in silly pony tails.

"Uncle Wren, you look cuter with your head in my lap" he says with a sincere gaze.