Chapter 1

15 years ago

A 6ft2 man with broad shoulders, races into the room. His dark brown hair curled with ringlets rested just below his ear, it was more of a mopped mess at this moment, there was a slight chill around him. Shadows growing darker where he stood. "Brother." Exasperation sounded in his voice, "They are here, they have come for her." There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence.

The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of the men walked towards her, she collapsed into his embrace, holding him as though he were the only thing she had left. 

"Only the three of us can know about this. Clara you and Kristie are the only ones who are allowed to know who took her." She nodded, a crying mess, sobbing into his chest. A young boy rushed into the room, "Mummy, Daddy. I went to check on Baby Brooke and she was gone." Panic laced the boys voice. He noticed his mother crying and looked at his uncle in confusion. 

"Listen Kai, Brooke has had to go away for a while, but don't worry we will find her one day. We will get her back." His uncle patted his back in an attempt to comfort him. The boy was around five, he looked at his parents, his six month old sister had been taken, he would never understand why. Suddenly the front door clattered open, a large black of smoke weaving through the room as a pair of blood red eyes peeked through the fog. 

"Where is she?" He hissed angrily, his loyal fur-less black hounds entered the room growling angrily. The man snarled viciously awaiting their response, his flesh appeared to be rotted and hugged his bones, he wore a hooded black cloak, his eyes darting around the room. 

"She got sick. She didn't make it." Clara cried, it was a lie but she was very convincing. If he thought she was dead he would never look for her. 

The large hall fell silent, only Clara and the boys sobs filled the air. The menacing figure tilted his head in confusion. "So, she is not a threat?"

"She was never a threat." Clara spat out, tears streaming down her face. "She would have loved you like an uncle. She was just an innocent baby. My baby, the baby I will never watch grow up." She fell back into her husbands arms crying as he whispered comforting thing into her ear. 

"I suggest you leave cousin." He said turning to the menacing man with the glowing red eyes.

The man nodded softly, before muttering a quiet, "I'm sorry for your loss."