As she opened her eyes, she was heavily confused as to why her seiling suddently looks so gothic and beautiful. At first, she thought it's just a dream. But can a dream be that long...? - Sing for me, canary~ - she played the role of Cordelia just for fun. - Sure, mother! As usual? Her sons were so cute, so sweet, she couldn't be more happy. ...A few decades later.... - You can't go... that old bastard doesn't know you... It's better to rip him apart. - said her precious canary. - Lady shouldn't worry herself with anything. If there's a trouble I'd gladly solve it for you. - said her step-son. - I don't care how much you love him or whatever you're married to him or not. - If you want that filthy thing you'd better kill us. Said both of her lovers. "That sick bastards" Seems like her efforts into rising them had gone in vain. So...What to do, if you were reborn into a vampire villainess that was destined to only be used and die by the hands of her own sons? __________________________________ So hey, I just wanted to write something about my headcanon. I'm too lazy to just do it in a diary or smth so I'm writing it here. English is my second language so feel free to fix me.