Vampire spawn sent out to hunt on his own for the first time, his sire usually brings victims to him, but it’s time to start learning some independence
everything goes wrong, he isn’t sure how his sire is able to do this so effortlessly, he isn’t charming or very good at flirting with potential victims, and he’s stumbling and stuttering through ever attempt
the lost puppy look he’s wearing eventually wins him a deceptively easy meal, taking them to an alley and having his teeth sunk into the neck of someone he will forget the name of by tomorrow
he heads home as dawn approaches, and though he will never admit it because of lingering pride, he’ll soak up all the praise he gets from his sire about just how much of a good boy he is











