~ Shards of Opal ~
Normally, Hector was one of his daughter's two favorite people in the world, but Junior did have her mother's temper and so inevitably there came a time when Hector was on the receiving end of the child's rage.
Being kicked in the shin by a three-year-old normally wouldn't be that big of a problem, but when the child is a dhampir and the person being kicked is a human... the situation is a bit more serious than that.
"Did I hear bone cracking?" Godband said.
No one paid any attention to the viking as Carmilla rushed to scoop up the child, and Dracula knelt next to Hector - who had collapsed to the floor in pain, clutching his abused leg.
"Junior, no!" Carmilla yelled. "You have to be gentle with your father! He's not a vampire. You really hurt him."
On the floor a few feet away, Hector whimpered as Dracula checked his injury.
"It's fractured," Dracula said. "Godbrand, don't just stand there like an idiot. Go and bring me some bandages."
Godbrand complied with the order, grumbling the whole way that he was not a dog and shouldn't have to fetch things.
Meanwhile, the child was utterly nonplussed by what her mother had told her.
"Papa's not a vampire? What is he?" Junior asked, looking back and forth between her mother (who was holding her) and her father (who was still rolling on the floor in pain).
"Human," Carmilla answered, which only served to confuse the child even more.
"Mama married a food?"
~oOo~