44 // A Light Through The Tunnel

There was a certain time in my life where I feared that we would receive a call that my father was shot and killed while at work.

I think then it would have been expected, it would have been easier because he was a reckless cop during the peak of his career. Death was inevitable in his field of work, if he had died on duty, his death would have been much easier to accept.

But that was not the case.

His death was haunting.

It was so strange and funny how my father had brought death to many people as if he would live forever.

He received a state funeral, a burial worthy of a president. He was seen as a state hero.

Tributes were pouring in every second of the day as people continued singing him praises.

The measures the vampire council was willing to take to protect their kind was beyond me. News had spread so fast about how my father had died a hero in a quest to capture the notorious Esra Yildiz and the thug in police uniform, Zamani Mamba.

They pinned all the crimes