He opened his eyes, harsh light swiftly forcing his newborn pupils to close once more. Taking a deep breath, he wailed loudly, attempting to get his new mother's attention.

A loud thump, an even louder curse, and then the sound of running followed his scream. Bursting into his little room was a beautiful woman with hair as dark as the night and eyes the color of blood. Had he still been his past self, he would have drooled over her. Now, he'd be forced to drool on her, when he'd much rather keep his distance.

By the act of some higher power, he'd been reborn. It was almost funny, really. All he had ever wanted from life was to simply get his doctorate's degree and then spend the rest of his life as a normal person. Perhaps he'd have gotten a girlfriend, explored the world, parachuted off of a plane...

But that wasn't what happened. No, rather, a damnable bastard that was probably rotting in hell at this point decided that, yes, school shootings sounded fun.

He was brought out of his reverie by the pretty woman who now was his mother. She looked at him with a complicated expression on her face as she caressed his cheek with one hand, while the other removed her jacket and shit, and then the bra was also taken off.

Honestly, despite how well-endowed the woman might have been, he wasn't sexually aroused at the sight at all. It made sense, in away.

He remembered sinking his little baby teeth into her neck just last night. He'd acted purely through instincts, his conscious mind not in the least involved in his actions. And, judging by the sheer deliciousness of her blood and just how satisfied it had left him, he could assume he or she was some sort of deviant, or they weren't humans.

The fact didn't really bother him, to be honest. It was still just an assumption, after all.

The woman gently picked him up and cradled him to her breast, where his body once again went into auto-pilot, automatically latching onto her. It wasn't a pretty thing, but unfortunately, his body needed the sustenance and anti-bodies only a mother could provide.

After a dozen or so minutes, his body decided enough was enough, and let go of the woman's breast. A wave of sleepiness hit him like a truck, quickly forcing his conscious mind to abandon ship and hop over to the land of dreams.

The woman, meanwhile, stared down at the little potato in her arms with a slight grin. She was a pretty thing, and now that both she and her baby had recovered from the exhaustion that was childbirth, it was even more evident than it had been before.

Planting a small kiss on her little potato's cheek, she carefully put her back into the crib. Her mind still couldn't believe that this little potato was her potato. It was hard to comprehend, and she had little idea of how to successfully raise a child.

When she'd consulted her mother over it, she'd laughed and said that there was no correct way, otherwise, vampirekind would have gone extinct a long time ago. Vampires were known to be both solitary and... peculiar... after all.

She snickered slightly in her mind before quickly tip-toeing her way out of the door. Once out of the room, she quickly got back to work with packing up everything that needed to be taken and erasing any and all traces of her stay in this city.

Yesterday's massacre had provided her with an ample supply of high and medium-quality blood, which would last her at least a year or two, if she used it very sparingly, which she had little intention of doing.

Her potato was quite a heavy drinker, and she needed enough blood to produce the required milk. However, the ruckus she caused yesterday would surely not go unnoticed. She wasn't keen on having the dogs of the guild biting at her heel, hence, she needed to move out, and fast.

Quickly casting and reinforcing a number of barrier spells on her home, she quickly got to work erasing any and all traces of their existence in this city, which included the entire human population of this place.

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She didn't consider herself a slaughterer, at least not compared to some of her kin. Had she been alone, she would've been happy to simply leave this place.

However, it was as the saying goes. There is no greater fury than that of a woman whose child is in danger.

Although she still hadn't fully sorted out al her feelings for the little potato that had come out of her stomach, she would never allow any threats to her child go unanswered.

As the pretty vampire rampaged through the city, the cause of said rampage was just now waking up. He sneezed slightly, feeling a little sliver of milk having crusted near his lip. Rubbing it off absentmindedly, he attempted to get up on his knees.

However, being barely a day old, much less get up, he could barely move his arms and legs. After ten minutes of struggling, he was forced to abandon his little attempt, much to his irritation.

Crawling over to the bars of his crib, he satisfied himself by observing the room he was in. It was rather plain and small, with only a table and chair as furniture. Still, plenty of toys, ranging from plushies to what appeared to be toy swords, were neatly lined up on one of the walls. The walls were dyed a 'girlish' pink, with seemingly little care put into decoration.

Overall, it was obviously a plain and temporary room. He highly doubted his mother, who appeared to be, if not rich, at least well-off, would be satisfied with living in such a room.

He briefly wondered about his previous life. He'd had a very long time to think about it in-between the short bouts of consciousness while he was in his mom's womb, but he still couldn't help but wonder how his family was faring.

Were they mourning for him? Had they moved on? He sure hoped so. He didn't want his unfortunate death to trouble them too much. Unfortunately, he had no way of knowing, hence, he had no option but to force himself to think of other, more pleasant, things.

As his body was about to doze off again, he heard the door opening. From it, his mom's pretty face peeked out, looking directly at him. Seeing that he was awake, she entered the room and headed over to him.

He didn't know how to feel about this woman, and he likely wouldn't for still some time. However, she deserved the happiness of having a cute little baby, hence, regardless of how humiliating it might feel, he would give her this happiness.

He showed a wide grin as he babbled out random noises, putting up his arms for her to pick him up. Her lips crooked upwards while her eyes gained a soft shade to their usual coldness. She picked him up with little trouble and held him in her arms.

"Who's a cute little potato, eh? Ooh, yes, you are..." She playfully said as she poked him in his sensitive spots, making him giggle and cry out as he flailed in her arms. He couldn't understand what she was saying, but he didn't care. He was ticklish, damn it.

After ten minutes of this sort of playing, he felt his body's demand for sleep begin to win against his desire to bond with his mom. His mom must have had quite the sharp eye because she immediately noticed and gently deposited him back into his crib, where he fell asleep faster than one could count from one to five.

She watched as her baby began to quietly sleep, not making any noise. It was a stark contrast to what her mom had told her she herself had been as a baby, always crying and making noise.

Vampire children, and more accurately, babies, needed sleep just as much, if not more, than humans. While vampires were effectively immortal to time and most normal deaths, that did come with certain prices. For example, children took a very, very long time to grow up physically. It made sense since their bodies needed much more time and resources to grow up into proper vampires.

However, she was a bit concerned. While she firmly believed in the purity of her child's vampiric blood, her potato's father was definitely not a vampire.

Her genes had definitely taken priority in the creation of her potato over those of her father, but still... She was a tad bit worried.

Casting a silencing spell around the baby's crib, she got out of the room and over to her own. There, she summoned her black book once more, using it to cast a very advanced spell.

A mirror appeared in the air in front of her, showcasing a birds-eye-view of the city she was currently residing in, along with a lot of its surroundings.

The city now looked like a ghost town, no inhabitants left in it. The ashes of recent fires were being dispersed by the gentle winds of this region, and the smoldering ruins of what had once been a noble's estate stood in stark contrast to the perfectly maintained buildings of the commoners.

She dearly hoped the dogs of the guild would assume this to be the work of the Republicans. Though, even if they assumed otherwise, the chances of her being discovered were very slim. She'd made sure of that.

She grimaced slightly at the sight, but still inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. There didn't seem to be any sneaky survivors trying to escape and bring news of what she'd done to the human authorities.

Closing the spell, she de-summoned her book and threw herself onto her bed. Her mom, being an old-styled bat of a woman, still insisted coffins were the appropriate bed for vampires, but she couldn't care less what her mom thought right now. She didn't really need sleep, but she was happy to indulge in it anyways.

And so, both mom and child slept as the ghost town around them kept its silence.