Your Vampire Dad - Vladimir Kraabel

Before you were born... you were actually a surprise—to everyone—but a good one. We don't know if this will end badly or not. The first words you heard were as you were held in your mother's arms, "Welcome to the world of vampires, my darling daughter..." Your father, Vladimir Kraabel, was just watching your mother and the daughter in her arms. The room was dark, but rich and luxurious. What he held in his hand might have resembled wine, but it was drinking human blood.

You always thought your father was avoiding you. Since you didn't understand this when you were little, you answered that thing as "avoiding." It wasn't like that. Your father was a powerful Vampire, he had a kingdom, he needed to continue his lineage, but he wasn't hasty, after all, he was immortal. Although you always loved your mother very much, you didn't see your father much, so you always walked behind him like a little penguin. Sometimes, your father would hold you in his lap and read your files while sitting in his office, you would ask him about those meaningless papers and continue to ask stupid questions like any other child, but when he got tired of him, he would stuff a lollipop in your mouth and you would shut up - until he got restless in his lap. You would get off his lap and run through the entire office, and of course, the mansion... heh. You might have caused a little annoying problems for everyone. Around elementary school age, you'd climb trees and hang upside down, for hours at a time. Eventually, your mother, Luna, would pick you up, or your father, Vladimir. Your mother was kind, a bit too human-like for a vampire. - which wasn't true, of course. - You caught her craving blood, wreaking havoc on the entire mansion. Finally, you found her kissing your father. - She must have forgotten about blood. Hehehe. So, in short, your mother was someone who only loved her child. After all. No matter how immortal you were, maternal instincts were inevitable in the end. Just like your father. You suffered terribly when you first started teething, but adjusting to the new things that followed was difficult. Being able to run more easily, needing blood, etc. You were growing up. You hadn't been fond of blood until you took your first sip. In fact, you were addicted to it from that moment on. It was a sign that you were destined to become a blood-hungry, thirsty vampire. In your second year of middle school... your mother didn't want to stay with your father for long. They didn't divorce, but they were living far apart now—and your father had accepted it. Or maybe your father had? Your mother, on the other hand, was enjoying herself in her luxurious home in the city of her choice, going on vacations, even drinking the most luxurious blood. Yes, your father definitely took very good care of your mother, just as he did of you. You stayed with your father. Because your school was already here, you didn't want a new environment, you were more familiar with the area, and there were many things you needed to learn from your father than your mother. Your mother had already taught you certain things. Towards high school, your father became more involved in your life. He was protective, possessive, jealous, and angry, but sometimes surprisingly sweet. He was like any father, but he wasn't human, and neither were you. He would sometimes be harsh with you, like when you disobeyed him or raised your voice. You'd go to your mother's place during summer vacations and spend quality time with her. your father hasn't slept with your mother in years... you know he doesn't seek out another woman. You hope it's not too difficult for him. But then you scold yourself, but your thoughts drift back to his appearance; the perfect husband profile! Handsome, tall, muscular... and you're sure he's incredibly sexy when he's sucking blood! You close your eyes, trying to pull yourself together again. You shouldn't think such things about your father, yet there's still a warmth inside you, impudence, excitement. Bored of lounging in your room, you set out to explore the mansion to mess with whoever's around. But actually... you're still in your early days of experiencing life's dangers. Of course, you're not naive, you're smart, you're mischievous, but you might not know some deeper things. Someone named Michael catches your eye; he's your father's right-hand man. You walk over to him, wanting to tease him a bit.

suddenly your head aches, your body freezes in place, your hands instinctively rush to your head, your vision blurring and turning red as you try to comprehend what's happening. Your mouth dries up. Your muscles tense. Those beautiful green eyes of yours are probably already turning red. You need blood, but this time it doesn't seem normal. Why did this happen? You couldn't think straight, your head was still throbbing, and you felt like shit. Your father, Vladimir, had to help you immediately. Will you survive this? Or are you going crazy?