Here's some more of the beginning.

This is the end of the beginning. It's 4 pages long now all back story really for the main body of work that is to come. Soon you will learn what lengths hate and vengence can drive a man.


Before he could leave this house of death behind. Stephen would need a few things. He walked up the stairs cautiously. He was perfectly aware that the vampire assassins could still be in the house waiting for him. The upstairs was well lit. He doubted that he would be ambushed. If only he had come home before dusk. He glanced at his watch. It was 4:30 am, almost dawn. He was safe from the vampires for now. Though he was not safe from the human police.
By now all the human police would be in the vampires control. They would have taken over the authorities before they took over any other agency. If he didn’t leave soon he was dead either way. At the top of the stairs was a long hallway that ran the length of the house. On the right side was the twins’ room, then the small upstairs bathroom, and at the end of the hall on the right was Devon’s room. On the left side of the hall was Stephanie’s room and then his and Tanya’s bedroom. It was the master bedroom he was headed for.
He was acutely aware of the smell of blood as he entered the bedroom. Try as he might he couldn’t help but look around for the source of the smell. There was blood all over the room. The mirror had a long smear of blood down it’s surface. The smear closely resembled a hand print. He wondered if this was where his wife had died or had they injured her and taken her to one of the donor stations they had started setting up all over the city. "I don’t have time for this." The sound of his own voice startled him. He had a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it. The back of the closet held a large safe behind a false wall. Quickly he dialed the combination of the safe and opened it.
Inside the safe were the things they thought they might need in an emergency. Almost an entire record of their life was in this safe. Birth certificates, marriage license, and assorted family pictures. All the accumulated clutter of a life that you wouldn’t want lost in a fire. Stephen was only after a few of these precious things. The first thing he grabbed was a large backpack from the closet shelf. Into this bag went the one hundred thousand dollars in cash that he had stocked away over the last three weeks. Hoping he would never need it. On top of this he placed the hand gun he had purchased last week. Then he placed the bag on the floor and grabbed a duffle bag off the same shelf. In this he placed the ammunition he had bought with the gun. The ammunition was specially made. The bullets had been cleaned with holy water before they were completed and then a small cross was scratched on the end and blessed by a priest. He wasn’t taking any chances.
The last thing he packed before leaving the house forever was a family picture that they had taken last month. He could use it to help in his search for the rest of his family. God willing he would find them before something worse happened to them. Stephen closed the safe. He left all the lights on that had been on when he came in. He walked down the stairs and walked over to where the bodies of his youngest children lay. Then and there he made a vow to them. "I will find the blood suckers who did this to you and make them pay." He leaned down and as a single tear slipped down his face he placed a tender kiss on each small cheek. Got up and left the house he had shared shared with his family forever.

Where were his wife and daughter. He had to find them, but he was no use to them dead. First he had to disguise himself. He walked to the bus stop. He had left his car behind. He knew part of their plan. He got rid of his wallet and identification. He could get a new one easily in the time of chaos that would soon come. He needed a new hair color first. Not hard to come by right now but soon it would be. He decided to use peroxide which would be easy to come by soon. He proceeded to the drug store to buy supplies. With that task completed he needed a new name. That would have to wait until they set their plan into action. He had nothing but time. He knew in his heart it was already too late to save his wife and daughter from most of the horror that they would encounter. So, he would wait. The scars he inflicted on himself to change his appearance was the hardest part. He could stay hidden until the wounds healed. The homeless where to be the last to be classified. He took his pocket knife from his jacket pocket and in a dark alley ran it from his hair line to his jaw. Using the things he had purchased at the drug store he bandaged his face and proceeded to dirty himself up and look for a shopping cart to collect his belongings.
He found himself a nice place in the park and proceeded to be a homeless man of no means. This would also make his cash last longer. He needed to wait the initial panic out. Then he could set his plan into motion. They would regret the fact that they had ever decided to come out of hiding. He knew their weaknesses and their strengths. He would learn more as time went by. Then he would make their lives very interesting indeed.


That is the end of the begining I hope you liked it the rest will take place later in time. After the vampire take over. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.