AN// after a while of thinking, I decided to give Vampire daddy their own book because Sehun and Luhan begged me to saying they wanted to show the readers more of their story!! So I agreed and here you guys go! Like I wrote in the description of the book, I'll be adding more scenes and editing more into the chapters I wrote on my one shot book. I don't remember if I added much new content on this chapter but I did edit it, so make sure to vote and comment on this one as well!!

(I'd even love it if you guys wanted to transfer your old comments to this book, hehe) BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO NO WORRIES love you guys!!

July, 1991.

A child. One in diapers and probably around one or two was crying by himself in my hunting ground.

I stopped to investigate the scene and found him lying on his back on the dirty ground with leaves tangled in his curly brown hair. He was only wearing a diaper and he was chubby which meant he must have come from somewhere which fed him well, but that doesn't explain why he'd be out here. He was stuck, unable to sit himself up in his frantic, crying state so he just kinda... wiggled. I jumped down off the tree I was in to stand with his little legs between mine while I bent over to look at it.

It might be a girl actually? I'm not quite sure of the gender. But it looks squishy, and smells like a great appetizer, and if no one is out here to claim said thing, maybe I should put it out of its misery. I grab it by it's armpits and hold it out in front of me as it pouted and sniffed. It's arms were stuck up and out by the position I was holding it and shoulders were shrugged up in a slightly cute way that made me bite my lip.

It was cold, colder than it should be and had snot covering its face. It stopped crying now and just.. pointed it's arms at me, like it wanted a little hug. My undead heart beat as I wondered who would leave this little it?

"Don't get snot on me." I command as I rest it on my hip and tried to get the leaves and twigs out of it's hair.

It leaned on my shoulder, doing exactly what I didn't want it to do and rubbed it's snotty nose all over my jacket.

"Great, thanks." I say as I pull her away but it squirms. Luckily I leaned over in the process, but it still slipped out of my hands to land on it's belly and starts crying.

"Oops! My bad, my bad, that's on me." I say as it pushes itself up while I bend down to grab her.

"I'm sorry, I guess that's a lesson to be learned, don't squirm around in someone's arms." I say as I put it back on my hip and dust off it's face as it pouts and keeps it's bottom lip puckered.

"Two days, okay, that's all." I say to myself as I unzip my jacket and try to fit her in it to keep her somewhat warm before jumping back up into the trees.

I go back to my home with the little it before going to my kitchen sink to wash it. I soon find it is a boy and one who hasn't had his diaper change in a while. I try not to gag as I wash his bottom off with the detachable sink faucet then sit him down and clog the sink up.

I begin to fill the sink up with warm water before grabbing the hand soap and squirt some in the water for bubbles. I get a cup and scoop the water up then pour it over his head which made his hair cover his eyes. He tries pushing it away cutely with his palms before peeking his eyes open. I pour more water on his head which makes the hair go back over his eyes before he tries to move it away again. I chuckle and do it again as his cheeks turn red and rubs his eyes the pushes the hair away.

I do it once more before he begins whimpering and crying making me put down the cup and push his hair all the way back.

"Sorry, don't cry, it's okay, everything's okay." I chuckle as he sniffs and looks down then splashes the water.

I grab the soap once more and put some in my palm before scrubbing it into his dirty hair. I pull a few little twigs and leafs out before getting clean water from the faucet in the cup. I tip his head back this time and pour the water around his hair line then scrub it and rinse it again. I clean all his weird little chub rolls before draining the water and spraying him off once more.

I don't own diapers, nor baby clothes, so I end up wrapping an old shirt around his bottom and kinda hope for the best out of that.

Worst decision ever.

I'll save you the details, but he was on my hip as I tried to figure out where I get diapers from and felt a... warmth.

After getting cleaned up I left the little booger in a sort of pin I made out of my couches and a with a chew toy my dogs played with before going to find a store.

Lucky for me it was a cloudy day, like most days, so I took my car and went to the nearest baby shop place thing.

I got diapers, baby food and a little blanket that had a stuffed animal on the end of it for him. I payed and left only to get home to find he got out and is crying on his back, now naked and unable to get up.

I know it might sound evil but it was so funny and so cute that I picked up him and wanted to hug him to death. But after hearing a little squeal come out of him I quickly stopped, remember my strength and felt bad. He started crying again so I grab his chin to tilt his head down to kiss his forehead then take the soft little potato to get an actual diaper on.

Unfortunately I forgot to buy him clothes or like a pillow or something to sleep on so when bedtime came I made a little square out of four pillows next to me on my bed and put him on it on his back. I put his little blanket over him and said goodnight only to be woken up by his crying.

I had forgotten to feed him of course, but at the time I didn't know what was wrong or why he was crying until I went to get a clean diaper and saw the food.

Once I started feeding him I realized why he was so fat and that's because he ate a ton as well as drank a ton of water. Unfortunately he burped a about half of it onto my shoulder.

It was a struggle those two days I took care of him. Trying to know when to feed him or change his diaper which was really gross. His bottom also got really red before I found out you aren't suppose to use paper towels to clean them off with.

It was a sort of oops but now it was time to take him back and see if there are any takers. I had fun these past two day, honest fun, and that was because I had this cute little human baby to play with. He wasn't in any way scared of me, and he was really warm and soft. I didn't want to take him back just yet, but I promised that I'd take him back and return him to his real family.

I find a different scene than I was expecting. Caution tape, a pile a torn, bloody clothes, and right where Luhan had been sitting(more like wriggling) was a paw mark, a mountain lion paw mark. I assume his parents were killed, and if I would have gotten there any later than I did two days ago, he might have been killed to.

I look down into my jacket at him to find him leaning against my chest with his eyes shut and thumb in his mouth. I knew the police were someone were close, looking for the missing boy unless they figured he too was killed. In two days he's got me attached to him.

Damn it.

...

How it happened, I'm not sure, but this little human boy has completely taken over my life. I soon found out, from the news of course, that his name is Luhan and that they suspected he's dead.

He's the furthest thing from dead actually.

Being able to fly really makes a difference when trying to teach a child to walk because I didn't think about it at first. My back hurt from trying to hold his hands, but then after a day or two of that I remembered I wasn't human and that this way didn't hurt my back.

Luhan was so adventurous, he wanted to run everywhere in my house and would scream when he saw my dogs and run away from them. I let him hold onto my fingers for balance as I flew around behind him and just followed where he wanted to run. This way was much easier, and I could tire him out easily because he could go as fast as he wanted until he got tired. I also got him this cute little white shirt that said "daddy's little monster" on the front of it. I believe it came from some movie but oh lord did he look cute in it.

After many attempts in feeding him less, havinv him begs for more, and me being thrown up on, I finally found the right balance of food to feed him. He was a spoiled little brat and as young as he was he knew he had my undead heart. It was so hard for me not to feed him more, and it's such a small thing, and I knew what would happen if I over fed him but I couldn't resist him. He threw up on me so many times that I'd leave a towel wherever his head was and just wait for the multicolored burp.

I'm pretty old, so luckily I've been able to control my thirst for blood pretty well over the hundreds of years, but I'm always scared that I'll hurt him one day. Or that he'll hurt himself and the smell of his blood while make me move on impulse. I couldn't forgive myself if I seriously injured him. Dropping him a few times, eh, my bad, but letting my demonic side get the best of me will kill me.

He's such a little flower, a perfect, chubby little flower that I truly care for. I don't want to do anything to hurt him.

AN// I seriously can't get over how cute and adorable I picture Luhan as a one year old. He'd be all chubby and giggly with only a few teeth(in my mind at least), omg SO CUTE!!! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and junk like that!(: