"I hate you." The snarled words hit the teenage French girl like a knife to her heart.

Ali stood there, watching as Joe Perry, the man she had just saved countless times, just walked away.

"Mon cheri?" A worried voice called.

"O-Oui?" Ali mumbled, turning around to see Armand walking towards her, worry clear on his pale face.

"Mon cheri, what's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing." Was the only reply he got before Ali walked out quickly.

Armand stood there, confused. He sighed and walked back inside the hospital and to the room that Steven Tyler was in.

CRASH

Armand whipped around and ran to the room that the crash came from. He pushed open the door and hurried inside, seeing nothing but a broken window and blood everywhere.

"Shit." He hissed and ran out of the hospital, following a trail of black blood.

The auburn haired vampire was too busy paying attention to the blood trail to notice that he was running right for Joe Perry, well, until they ran into each other.

"Watch where the hell you're going." The guitarist snarled and pushed past the other man.

"You are coming with me you son of a bitch." Armand hissed, grabbing Joe's wrist and dragging him along as he followed the trail of blood. "This is all your fault."

"What's all my fault, dumbass?"

"Ali's being killed all because of you."

"And?"

Armand growled low in his throat, slamming Joe into a wall with inhuman strength. "The love of my life is dying because of you. Do you even know what you are to her?"

Joe only glared.

"You're her damn father. . ." Armand snarled.

Confusion, hatred, and most of all, shock covered the ebony haired man's face. "Wh-What?"

"You're her father, you damn idiot." The vampire hissed, fangs showing. He quickly pulled the guitarist from the wall and continued dragging him along.

The two men reached an abandoned Gothic church that had the front doors ripped off their hinges. Armand frowned and walked in cautiously, Joe following. They hear snarling and move to the back of the church. Their eyes are greeted with an absolutely hideous sight.

A pack of werewolves stood over the young teenage girl who was sobbing and crying for help, weakly and desperately trying to push the hounds from hell away from her but to no avail. The werewolves were literally ripping her apart, fangs tearing at her pale skin and smearing her black blood everywhere.

Armand stood there, not knowing what to do. He looked at the black blood, wondering how it got that color, and then back at the girl he loved as anger built up inside him. He drew a pistol, shooting the werewolves between the eyes. He ran to the French girl and dropped to his knees.

"My God. . ." He whispered, suddenly dissolving into tears as he held the broken body of the redhead in his arms.

Joe stood there silently, horrified and disgusted at what he had just seen. He looked at the young doctor who had done everything in her power to save him from his own stupidity while he had despised her.

'She's my daughter. . .' He thought, remorse suddenly filling him as he remembered everything he had said and down to her.

He silently walked over to the heart-wrenching sight, getting on his knees beside the vampire that was his daughter. Armand moved over to give him room, gently setting Ali back down on the hard stone floor of the church.

Joe brushed the crimson hair out of Ali's blood-covered face.

"D-Daddy. . ." She whimpered, crying silently, before the light finally faded from her now aquamarine eyes and her body stilled.

Armand stood there, sobbing quietly while Joe picked up the dead girl's broken and mangled body. Despite himself, Joe couldn't stop the tears that fell from his eyes, landing on the silver rosary strung around the young girl's neck.

'God, make sure you take good care of my little girl.' He prayed, looking at his daughter's face as he continued to cry.