After a short texting session with her Grandmother, my daughter: A.J, concluded something wasn't quite right where I was concerned. I hadn't replied to her messages, or that of my mothers, which is highly out of character, on both accounts. She finishes her task at hand, helping Evony's new protégé, Rose, a young Succubus, who was also part wolf.

A.J stands nervously outside my front door, she hesitantly raises a hand, but stops before she knocks the door. Her hand swiftly lowering to take a firm hold of the door handle. Like a bat out of hell, she "Vamp speeds" inside. -Mom?- She asks, looking around. Clearly there was a struggle here; the rug is ruffled, the broken glass of photo frames scattered across the floor. She looks sharply to the stair banisters, seeing nothing but a pair of handcuffs, she chuckles. Her initial thought was that her other mother: Faith, was home and that the two of us had engaged in some lascivious sexual endeavor.

A.J picks up a shattered photo frame from the floor and starts to pick up the broken glass. Meanwhile Tia, who was still in the house, picks up the baseball bat we keep next to the front door. Tia creeps up on A.J until she was in perfect striking distance for a brisk, concentrated swing. It connects, Tia makes an impenetrable blow to my daughter's head. The sound of her skull cracking, fills the room. With A.J out cold, Tia drags her body to the stairs, handcuffing her in the same place where Faith had once secured her.

Tia takes one of Faith's daggers, drives it profoundly into my daughter's gut, leaving it there so she would be unable to use her Dhampyr ability to heal. In the hope that Faith would return to the house. Tia leaves a note: -You messed with the wrong woman, slayer. You want to pray that you reach your wife, before I do.- She attaches the note to the banister above my daughter's body with a second dagger. My daughter lays there, her life force draining, as her blood continues to spill.