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."