The fight continued within the forest as a masked mouse clad in a black cloak defended themself against the ferocious beast. But soon the beast’s rampage would come to an end. The mouse pressed the attack after deflecting one of its razor sharp claws with their blessed silver sword, quickly plunging it into the monster’s chest, as it let out a pained and hellish screech as it fell limp and lifeless. With that, the mouse turned and trekked back to town.

The mouse was greeted by a common sight; the people looking at him with worry and fear, some even bared looks of disgust. For you see, the mouse was a vampire, which came with its fair share of benefits, like immortality and immunity to diseases, but also came with the no fear of his kind that is carried by most common folk.

The mouse continued his walk towards a cozy house near the edge of the town with his head held down, when he looked up he saw a familiar face.

“Damien, my little pumpkin, welcome back!” A elderly vixen said with a warm smile as the vampire approached her. This elderly vixen was Damien’s handler, assigned to keep an eye on him and offer housing when he was young. At first the mouse was hesitant to trust any mortal, but his trust was quickly built up from the vixen’s kind actions and love that only a grandmother could give, and just like a grandma, she realized that something was troubling her little mouse.

“Are you okay dearie? You seem more glum than your usual self.” The old vixen said as Damien simply walked inside the house, she quickly followed behind and shut the door, only to have Damien throw his weight on her as he poured out his emotions
“It hurts gran, having all of them look at me like I'm some monster, even after all I do to protect them.”
The old vixen felt her heart breaking at the mouse’s sorrow. She began to comfort and soothe him as she hugged him softly against herself.
“Listen here dear.” The vixen began as Damien nestled his head underneath her chin.

“Vampire or not. You are always welcome”


A image done by as a warmup, which I decided to write a short story for

Damien Penwood belongs to me
Granny vixen belongs to Iniquity