Joen was born a vampire in the class of "black blood". Essentially the vampire's classes were based on their blood color, their literal blood color. Black blood was the lowest class, peasant slave level. If a black blood didn't listen to their grey blood owner they'd be executed, like Joen's older sister. Joen is classified as a baby vampire, he didn't even have full grown fangs, or drink any blood! Joen is actually my age, 13. Looks like we're stuck together forever, literally.

Enough about that, for now. I tried explaining to him how good blood taste, but he still didn't understand. I've never like the taste of meat, but blood, now that's a different story.

I taught him how to hunt like my own little son and showed him how good blood taste. We started bonding, seeing as we were the only sentient beings around each other.

" Momma-senpai!" I heard Joen scream from the woods.

Worry and mothering instincts filled my veins when I heard his distress signal. I was by his side in a second to see shadow souls surrounding me. I summoned my katana darlings and scared the souls away. I turned to see Joen his silver eyes were turning white.

"Are you OK darling?" I rushed over to him, making sure he wasn't injured.

"Just.... Frightened" he panted since he didn't breathe the entire time the souls are there.

"My darling, I'm sorry you had to see that," I picked him up, "let's head back to camp for the night."

He fell asleep in my arms before I made it back to the camp. I lay him in his bed before heading to my own, glancing at his youthful face once more before taking my place in my own bed.
Alex: 295 words!
Cake: omi this is so cute!
Alex: agreed, enjoy my little kittens!