This is a little something I started tonight. Tell me what you think.

This is a story I decided to write. Check back next week and maybe I'll have some more done.

Stephen came home to a sight that made his blood curdle. The front door of the house that he shared with his wife and four children was ripped off it’s hinges. There was no sign of life. He cautiously entered the house. There on the living room floor pale and lifeless were the twins. Luke and Louis were the light of their parents lives, and now they were gone. Six year old Devon was laying on the floor next to his brothers. All three of their throats had been ripped out. Though in Devon’s case it seemed that he had been slammed repeatedly against the wall. Knowing Devon he had tried to defend his mother and siblings when the attack came. Of his wife Tanya and his seventeen year old daughter Stephanie there was no sign.
He had known it was dangerous not to arm his family with the knowledge he had gained about the vampire take over. He had been warned any that didn’t cooperate in his office would not be spared when the end came. He had chosen to believe the co-workers that shared his friendship would not betray him and his family. Now he knew he was wrong. Tanya had been warned not to invite anyone in. That means it had to be someone that had been a welcomed guest into his home.
All Stephen could do now was run. They must know he had started speaking up in the office about the up rising. Up to this point the vampires had been content to stay in the background. Now they wanted the power. The take over was well under way. How could he stop them from completing this? The answer was simple he couldn’t. All he could do now was go underground and try to find out if his wife and daughter were still alive.

This is just the first bit.

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