[Short chapter, I know. I wonder if I should combine this chapter and the last one...]

Gertrude's POV

I heard my son scream from upstairs, so my husband and I raced up to his room. The screaming had stopped by the time we were in front of his door. My husband and I thought he had a nightmare, but when we opened the door we were wrong. Our son was lying still in bed, with open gashes all over his body. Red stuff poured out of him all over the place. How could I allow my only child to be mutilated?And where was his new pet?

My husband pointed out the silhouette of a large creature with wings hovering over our dead son. It turns towards us, revealing itself in the moonlight coming in through the window. We screamed in terror. It had long fangs, huge claws and a tongue it couldn't seem to keep in its mouth. Blood coated the tips of its claws and ran down its mouth. It let out a demonic laugh, making us scream again. Before we could run away and alert the town, the creature attacked. My husband and I suffered wide gashes across the chest, and before we could tell eachother we loved eachother, we passed out.