His human mother, Kalaxyja, had styled his hair and dressed him in a red T-shirt that gently framed his shimmering black wings. He was proud to be different, but no one knew how painful that day would be.

T was a sunny morning when Kasdar, half-human, half-vampire, was excited and excited about starting his first day of kindergarten. His human mother, Kalaxyja, had styled his hair and dressed him in a red T-shirt that gently framed his shimmering black wings. He was proud to be different, but no one knew how painful that day would be. When we arrived at the kindergarten, the atmosphere was initially friendly. The other children looked at him curiously, but quickly included him in their game. But a dark mood soon crept into the group when the twins Tim and Tom, who were notorious for their courage, discovered him. "Look, the vampire has wings. Let's have some fun!" Before Kasdar could say anything, they grabbed him and held him tight. With sharp, shiny knives, one of the two cut into the delicate skin of his wings. Kasdar writhed in pain and screamed as the blood flowed freely. The other children did not dare to intervene; her eyes were wide with shock. Tim and Tom shook with laughter and began assembling the severed wings into a tent while she cut holes to create windows. The image was grotesque and disturbing: a tent made from the tortured remains of a young boy. Kasdar, now scared and bleeding, ran around, his tears streaming down his cheeks as his heart beat in his throat. "Help. Help!" he shouted desperately, but his screams only echoed in the silence of the room. The kindergarten teacher, Ms. Müller, who couldn't ignore the screams, rushed over with a broom in her hand. "What's going on here?" she cried when she saw the blood. "What have you done?" Instead of helping, she swung the broom and chased Kasdar like he was a vermin. "Get away, you little beast!" she screamed as the broom whizzed through the air. Kasdar, panicked and in pain, dodged and ran through the kindergarten. "Call the police. Call her quickly. Here is a little beast, a vampire boy!" the caretaker shouted when he saw the chaos. The fear of those present was palpable as the other children cowered behind their desks in shock and fear. The parents who rushed over at the first noise immediately thought the worst: "Get away, you vampire. You're not like us!" With insults and horror, they wanted him to leave. Kalaxyja saw the scene from a distance and took a deep breath. When she saw her son's bloody grief, she rushed to him, her eyes flashing with anger and fear. "Kasdar. My little light!" she shouted as she placed herself between him and the crowd. But the injustice had already been done. Kasdar fell to his knees, shaking and hurt, while the others backed away in a mixture of fear and disgust. Kalaxyja didn't come until the afternoon. When she saw her injured son, she fainted from shock. Police arrived and found Kalaxyja unconscious next to her frightened son, who was hiding under his mother. He thought his mother was dead. Mrs. Lika pointed her finger at Kasdar and shouted: "There, that vampire is hiding under the woman. Help us!" Mr. Red added, "Shoot the little beast before it becomes a big bloodsucker." The police had never seen a vampire boy before. A policewoman cautiously approached Kasdar and asked, "Where is your vampire mom? Do you know the unconscious woman? What do you have to do with her?"—Jenifer Schindovski