Prologue
The moon cast silver light on the clearing as the faint trail of blood was highlighted as a dark streak in the almost-white grass. A man bent down to touch the blood.
"Still fresh," he whispered after he held it up to his nose. The man's long silver hair shone brilliantly under the moon as the wind whipped it around. He turned to a person with him, a demon actually.
"Hunt her down. Bring me her daughter," he commanded, watching as the figure blurred with speed as it moved through the clearing. The man smiled grimly, patting his son's hair, which was long and silver like his, "Jonathan, your sister Clarissa will return to us tonight, and as for Jocelyn…"
The man trailed off in thought, curling his lip, "She will die."
A shriek pierced the silence and died, the silence lingering in the air like a heavy curtain. The demon reappeared in the clearing, his figure supporting a young girl of about three years old. The man smiled down at her tear-streaked face.
"My name is Valentine Morgenstern," he said, softly bending down to cup the girl's face, "And I am your father, Clarissa."
The young girl looked confused, but nodded.
"Jonathan, take her to the shelter," Valentine commanded. The boy complied, leading the exhausted girl away. Valentine turned to the demon, "Is she dead?"
The demon nodded and his face turned to something that might be a smile, but there were too many sharp teeth to tell. Valentine smiled back, "Good."