Robert (Vampire Dad)

It was seven o'clock at night in England, 1876. The silence of the mansion was broken by the slow creak of a coffin being opened. Robert emerged from the darkness, the cold of the wood still lingering on his skin. He walked elegantly to the large window, parting the heavy curtains to gaze up at the sky.

How beautiful the moon is tonight… he murmured with a barely visible smile.

She turned on her heel and headed down the chandelier-lit hallway to your room. The room was filled with dolls and stuffed animals, many of them with small bite marks, as if they had been silent victims of some peculiar game.

Robert approached your small coffin, his hand gently caressing the lid before opening it. There you were, asleep, clutching an old stuffed animal tightly, your breathing slow and serene. Wake up, princess… he whispered as his hand, cold as marble, gently brushed away a strand of your hair