The night had become an abyss, swallowing any light that dare shine. The only thing that glimmered in the sky was the moon, with its bloody grin.
Water cascaded down a woman's face as she quietly placed the sleeping baby in his crib.
"Oh my darly, I don't want to leave you." She whispered, stroking the baby boy's head. A sliver of light from the cracked door caught her attention. The woman nodded, and the door shut silently. She turned back to her baby, tear hitting the black painted wood of the crib. "I love you and your daddy very much, but if I don't go-" Her words caught in her throat, as she could feel the malicious presence nearing the city. Taking the tear shaped necklace from her neck, she hung it in a way that the baby would see it when he awoke.
Her hands shook.
She was frightened.
A hand appeared on the forearm that rested on the crib. The woman nodded, wiping the waterfall of tears from her face.
"I know. Good bye, my angel." Bending, she left a light kiss on the baby's head, before leaving the the shorter figure.
She only turned back once, to take in the full view of the city under the bloody moon.
"Life," the small figure next to her spoke. The crimson scarf gets caught in the breeze. "It's hard, I know. But it is for the best, to keep them all, especially them, safe." The woman nodded, smiling sadly at her companion.
"Thank you," her words were shaky, her voice hoarse.
"We'll return, when the threat is gone."
Taking one last look at the city she called her home, the woman turned, following her companion to flee the terror of the night.