Prologue
I watched with tear glassed eyes as Peter staggered towards us, his fevered eyes raging with blood lust, the knife in his hand shaking with anticipation. I could feel my three year old daughter crying in front of me, her pudgy hands clutching the rim of my tear stained dress. As Peter slowly advanced Ethan moved in front of us, his whole frame shaking with fear. As he neared I could see a chilling smile unfold on Peter's face, making my blood run cold. With one sudden movement he lurched towards Ethan, plunging the knife in his heart. He crumpled to the ground, his blood pooling around him, slowly turning his clothes red. I froze in shocked horror, staring at the lifeless carcass of my dead husband, tears steadily streaming down my face. I kneeled next to him, desperately searching for a pulse, a breath; anything to assure me he was still alive. I found nothing.
"Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!"
I looked up to see Rylie sitting next to me, hysterically shaking Ethan's arm, his blood also staining her dress.
"He's dead little girl, but don't worry, I'll be your daddy now."
