Prologue

    

     This is a land of vampires, us humans are only here to serve. I bend over to wash my master's feet. I look up to find his cold eyes staring at me.

     The licking of his lips is a warning to hurry. He reveals a small fang, I dip his clawed foot in the warm water.

     There's a small kick, my daughter is hungry. I hope Rob has saved me some food.

     "Mary, how far along are you?" Master Dave asks.

     I look up at him, "Eight months, she is due any day."

     He gives me an evil grin, "Good, I plan for her to be my son's personal servant. A sign of gratitude for my favorite," He licks his lips again, "Slave."

     A silver ball bounces through the room, my two year old son, Michael, chases after it, laughing. I look up at Master in terror.

     Master's eyes are filled with rage, and hunger. I stand up and take a step towards my son, than  my water breaks. I lie on the floor in pain, while I watch Master Dave drink my son dry.