Chapter Twenty-Five: Broken

Me, Abraham, Dev, Ulrich who is now living as my child's body guard, Bridgette, and most importantly my son, Oliver. He is turning one today, along with his sister Elizabeth. I sit down and just as these prescious, pale skinned, glowing eyed little monsters we're about to drink the blood of a deer right from the table, I heard footsteps outside. I look, and then bang a flash bang exploded into our house we were caught off guard. I quickly grab my son and try to grab Bridgette but the hand I am grabbing turns to ash but I couldn't tell, so I pull. Ashes spill all over the ground.

"No!" I scream as I cry with my toddler in my arms.

A man steps out after the tear gas clears out.

"Hello, my name is Captain Connors, I represent a group that is looking for a specific Vampire." He announced.

I sprint from where I am with Supernatural speed and I rip who I thought was his head off and pour his gurgling head over my mouth and then I quickly notice that it was one of his lackies.

"Who are you looking for?" Abraham cries out while holding Dev.

"Riley Van-Jensen" he exclaims.

"If you think that I am going to do anything for you you are out of your fucking mind! You just killed the love of my life, and the mother of my son!" I begin to cry.

"Riley, she was a double agent. She was working for a Russian Vampire Ring. He created Vampires, and sells them. He gets them from Human auctions and has them turned. Bridgette never gave a rats ass about you, and I'm sorry to say it but I had to do it, it was a direct order."

"Order from who?" I ask.

"The TSTF, The Supernatural Task Force, the world is facing apocalyptic conditions because of rabid Vampires and Wendigo's. Which is why I need you, so suit up." I give my son to Abraham while I go grab my gear. I open the trunk to my room and the first thing I see is a note. It says, "My Beloved, Riley. I felt guilty that I never told you the truth. I was assigned to kill you, but I fell for you. Madly in love." I begin to cry, but I tear apart the letter in disgust. I load my rifle, grab my gun belt, load my revolvers, and put my coat on.

"I'll protect my son even if I have to kill every living or non living son of a bitch I see."