[ WP ] : Children are named by the traits they are fated to have - Brave , Serene , Deeply Caring , Unmoved - and of course your lovely daughter , Bites People .

The Priest stood by my bedside, the precious bundle of joy that I had just brought into this world swaddled in a primrose blanket crying in his arms. She had been fine a moment ago, resting against my breast like the angel I knew her to be. 
 
 Yet I felt something nagging inside of me, one of those foreboding feelings that you can not shake when something is about to happen. Good, or bad, I was n't sure. The way his aged eyes bored into my child was unnerving to say the least. She was my first but this was also my first time being present for a naming. I had no idea how unnerving it looked from the outside. 
 
 He was a rumpled old man wearing red and white robes depicting his service in The Faith. I idly wondered how many children he named and how many of them had the same names, but the way he looked at my child was almost more nerve wracking than the moment she came out of me, quiet and unassuming. Slowly he reached out to touch her cheek, as if trying to coax her fateful name out of her body while the other priests in the room chanted loudly enough to drown out her cries. It was beginning to give me a headache. 
 
 My concerns were validated the moment I heard it. `` FUCK!'' He yelled, disrupting all the other sounds in the room. Somehow he managed not to drop my child as he hurriedly crossed the room to pass her back to me, his finger bleeding all over the blanket. For a second I thought he had named my child something profane, but his words thankfully disrupted that horrid thought. 
 
 `` Mister and Missus, your daughter's fateful naming is Bites People. Have a good day.'' He spoke hurriedly, with a hint of fear in his cracking voice as he and the other priests started to evacuate the room without ceremony. 
 
 It did n't take long to sink in as I looked down upon my precious newborn and saw the droplets of blood forming at the corner of her mouth and a smirk came to my pale lips. 
 
 `` Well Blood Sucker. She's definitely one of us.'' I said, laughingly to my husband with great amusement at the fact that my daughter and I shared the same name. Science had only just allowed us to reach the point where procreation was possible for us and I could not be more delighted by the outcome. She was beautiful and so fierce already.
