"Katya - grab your mother and hide!" Her father shouted at her before he ran off towards the fighting downstairs. A little girl with long black hair and wide terrified eyes stood stock still, unmoving. Her mother, a frail blonde woman ushered her to follow her. Two figures crashed through the wall and fell to the floor of the study a cloud of debris billowing in their wake. "Papa!" She wanted to shout, but her mouth was not working properly. An impossibly large man with a snarl that was far from human loomed over her father. The man had her father pinned by his fingers, no claws, into the floor.
She heard screaming and realized the sound was coming out of her own mouth. She heard shouting - it was her mother's voice. She was transfixed, she could not make out what was being said because she could not look away. For that thing had ripped open her father's throat and began to make awful sucking sounds that Katya would remember for the rest of her life. Her father, tall handsome and pale was being devoured alive. His golden hair matted and red, his skin torn from his bones. She could not move.
His eery, glowing blue eyes turned up towards her. Katya was aware that her mother was no longer there. Maybe she had run, maybe another one of them had got her too. She glanced from the bloody remains of her father to the crystal eyes now boring into her. She curled up on the floor and covered her face with her hands, expecting the inevitable. But nothing came.
She opened her eyes and the large man was gone. Her father lay in the bloody ruin before her. She fell to her knees and held on to her father's hand, praying that somehow, he would be okay. She held on to him as if he would disappear, even though he already had.