A cry of a child is heard in the night. It was without a doubt a cry of a new born child. But there was more whispering of the parents.
"I can't take care of him by myself Grim" a woman's soft voice can be heard.
"It isn't my problem not until he is 16, he is of no use now," A cold voice replied and soon he disappeared in the shadows.
"Well at least you'll get a name…Death that's what I'll name you." Death slowly awoke to show off his oceanic blue eyes. He yawned showing a row of vampire like fangs, he had char coal colored fur, white chest fur, and 6 wolf tails." Hopefully the villagers won't happen to find out who is your father; they'll surely burn you but enough talk I'm exhausted and you are too." With those last words she drifted to a deep sleep with the child held closely to her chest.