Broken Hearts and Shattered Dreams

I watched as my father fell to the ground. Something red was dripping down his neck to his shirt.

"Daddy?" I asked as I took a step forward. "There's a ketchup stain on your shirt."

Me being just a five-year old, I was oblivious to reality. Thinking that we're going to stay a perfect family. Together.

Forever.

His eyes turned toward me, his mouth agape.

"Madeline. Run." With that he slumped down and his eyes became lifeless. Chuckling sounded around the room and I looked up at the person's eyes in fear.

His blue eyes.

Cold.

Steely.

Terrifying.

Ones I'm likely never to forget.

I turned around to go, but his words stopped me.

"Run, little Madeline. For no matter how far you go, I'll always find you."

I turned around and ran. Those words stayed with me for as long as I remember. I had never seen the face of that murderer. His face was bathed in shadows. But, if I happened to meet him again, I'll kill him.

All that happened on my fifth birthday.

Death to all vampires.