You have an assignment to hand in to your professor but you realised the deadline is tomorrow instead of next week as you had believed.

I wonder how this is affected by cultural or economic factors.

Why didn't the orphanage get closed down, or placed under stricter monitoring by the authorities, a missing child every 2 or 3 weeks seems too many not to raise an alarm.

Also for older works, which are in the public domain, you have Project Gutenberg.

I apologise, I should have possessed the self-restraint not to argue with a craven bloodbag-hugger. The Tide of Blood shall sweep your kind away soon enough, and we shall be free at last to remake the world in our image!

Oh, and to think that I hoped you were just a misguided fledling, led astray by the last remnants of your feeble mortal feelings, that haven't yet been cleansed by the vampiric blood, which I am now ashamed to share with you.. Now I see you for what you are, a craven traitor to the Children of the Blood, no different to that vile usurper in whom you foolishly place your faith. Your empty threats only serve to amuse me, as we, the true scions of the Great Dragon all know that your false lord and your council of cowards have fallen far from the glory of the ancient Lords of the Night. Only our Unholy Order of the Dark Age, which you so ignorantly slander as a cult, has preserved the true power of the Gods of Darkness, and your corrupt new system cannot assail us. Our roots are deep, our connections are wide and our ambitions are high! May the Endless Night come soon!

NTA (is that what the fledlings say these days?). In all of my centuries under the Moon, even amongst the inferior mortals I have never heard of such an entitled, spoiled and thankless bitch! (I apologise for my base and vulgar manner of speaking, but the insolence of this wretch has my immortal blood boiling). Imagine (shudder) having the misfortune being a lowly, feeble, stupid and disgusting mortal, and a woman at that, to whom an exalted specimen of the Eternal Ones, the Children of the Blood, the Lords of the Night, has (ill-advisedly) taken a liking, and has even offered not only to make her his lawful wife, but also to share the Gift with, and then having the audacity to refuse, and to even presume yourself to be worthy of setting terms to a Vampire! If I was in your place, I would have snapped her neck on the spot for such insolence, and fed her body to my hounds instead of allowing myself to be sullied by that cunt's filthy blood. In our degenerate times, those foolish mortals think too highly of themselves, and have forgotten their rightful place, all because the sissies currently taking up space on the Council of Shadows have decided to pursue a craven policy of "coexistence" and "equality". What foolishness! The bloodbags need to be brought down under out heels and reminded that they are nothing more than cattle for us, through whom flows the blood of the Gods of Darkness, who alone hold mastery over the night and all its creatures, and the sole purpose of their wretched existence is to be consumed and disposed of by us as we see fit, as was done in the good old days under the wise and benevolent rule of the Count Vlad, the Great Dragon. But I have faith that the Endless Night shall fall again, and the Tide of Blood shall cleanse the world of its impurities! Pardon me for digressing into politics, as my sole purpose is to reassure you that you have not in any way dealt unjustly with your mortal plaything, except perhaps for showing excessive lenience towards such presumptuous filth.

For the latter point, wouldn't that only apply to the first child, and even then, only if it was concieved immediately after the wedding night?

But the same applies to men.