The commotion that night drew annoyance from his parents, and eventually, Lucian got the solution that was all too familiar to him: human blood.
The following morning, Lucian found himself secluded in his room, still recovering from the aftermath of the cake incident.
His mother, a figure of elegance and authority, entered the room, concern etched on her immortal face. "Lucian, are you feeling better?" she inquired, her eyes revealing a mixture of maternal care and vampiric detachment.
Lucian, still weakened from the ordeal, nodded faintly. "I should have stuck to our way of life. These attempts to blend in with humans only lead to trouble."
"It's the eternal struggle, Lucian. Balancing our existence between the worlds of humans and vampires."
