The Death Cronicles: Book 1 Demon Dead

I stopped singing. The horrible memory had brought the sting of tears to my eyes. I fought to hold them back. " Don't cry Rayne. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have saved us all." But I could. My shielding spell didn't hold long enough. A tear rolled down my cheek. Jimmy gently wiped it away. He turned around to face me and held my face in his hands. " Look at me..." he said "...Look at me Rayne. It wasn't your fault. You had lost alot of blood and couldn't have sustained us all. If you hadn't of bitten me at the last moment I wouldn't be here, and I thank you for that." I'm part Transilvayne so I could turn humans into vampires if I wanted to. I looked into his eyes. They had turned a deep amber like mine. He felt my pain. He pulled me close. I felt safe in his arms. Jimmy would always be there to protect me. I fell into the deepest sleep of my life. Blood. The babies. The babies were screaming. Save the babies! I screamed in my mind, as I watched their fragile bodies being thrown against a cement wall leaving big blood stains where their bodies hit and fell into nothing. I heard the mothers scream as they watched their children being torn apart. The screaming stopped finally as the last mother was being torn to shreds. I felt something slimy and cold fall on my face. I wiped it off. I was drool. I slowly looked to come face to face with a dark figure. Mustard colored fangs tainted with blood and flesh smiling down at me as I stared up into transparent eyes. He cut my head off before I could even breath. I woke up to Jimmy shakeing me. " Rayne...Rayne calm down everything iss going to be all right." Jimmy grunted as I relased my extended nails from his shoulder. I got out of the bed and ran to my drawing room where I got out a peice of paper and a pencil and started sketching a picture of what I had just seen. I pointed to the picture of the wall," Something was killing children. It was throwing them up against this wall," I pointed to the nexted picture, " and eating their mothers. I held up the last one