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"Father, forgive me." Xalia whispered as she lay dying in my arms. "I never meant to hurt you like this."

"Shush." I told her. "This wasn't your fault, Xalia. This whole ordeal was my fault. Do not take this upon yourself-it was out of your control." She tried to smile, but I could tell that the pain was taking its toll on her, and she wasn't going to last much longer.

"I love you Daddy." She whispered.

"I love you." I whispered before she closed her eyes to remain in eternal darkness.

Forgive me.

The scene around me began to fade and swirl. My daughter's body disappeared, and everything turned dark around me. Someone began to scream. I turned around, trying to see what was happening or to whom it was happening, but I was handicapped for the first time in my life. I could see nothing. All of a sudden, everything stopped spinning, and I could hear someone muttering.

"…Why have you abandoned us, Lord? Why will You not come to our aid when the dead walk the earth? We need You now more than we have ever needed you before Lord. Save us. Please God, have Khalon save us…"

My eyes snapped open to find myself lying on the cold tile of the kitchen. My vision was swimming, and my head ached horribly. I thought that it might explode the pain was so great. When the image in front of me finally became clear, I tried to sit up.

Amy was lying right next to me, still surrounded in her own blood.

I tenderly reached out to touch her, and when the skin made contact, my fears were put to rest.

She was alive, and perfectly fine.

So was our child.

Gratitude gripped my heart and I let myself fall back to the floor in weakness. I had no idea how much of my blood she had actually drank, but I knew that it was a great deal. I wouldn't have been this weak if she hadn't taken a large amount. It was then that my mind began to question my actions.

Would she hate me? Would she leave me? What would happen to our child? Should I have let her die? Why was she attacked?

Who attacked her?

Who did I see-or at least think I saw?

I had no answers, only questions. I couldn't understand why only now I was able to save the woman I loved, and not any other time. Plus, who was the figure that I had seen looming over her before rushing to her side?

Was that person even really there?

There was no way to track the person down, nothing had been left behind, I had known that when I had rushed to her side and my senses were still top notch. There was only one explanation in my mind as to what had happened, and I wasn't ready to admit it.

I wasn't even ready to think it.

But, yet, I could offer no other logical reasoning.

It seemed to me that Amy had been attacked by a vampire.

The method of attack was the same-serious wounding to create major, perhaps fatal, loss of blood, not a single thread of evidence: fingerprints, shoe prints, scents, was left or remained. There was only one little problem that I couldn't contend with.

Apart from Amy, I was the only vampire left.

After the death of my daughter, I tracked down and killed all of the vampires that I had not only known, but just sensed-starting with Jaeger.

I had just created Amy last night, due to her attack.

I have not made another since before my daughter's death.

I closed my eyes and willed my brain to stop thinking for a while. My strength was pretty much gone, and I had been restored to human strength for the first time in a long time. Everything was dulled to me, and for the first time in over five thousand years I had never felt so at peace with myself.

It was nice for a change.

Perhaps it was this dulled affect that made me oblivious to the danger around me. Perhaps it had made me blind to the world around Amy and myself.

Whatever the cause, if I had known then what I know now, I would not have ever made her a vampire.

I would have let her die.