Prologue- Callie P.O.V

We were laughing, like any family should.

We had just been out for dinner, and were walking back to the car parked just down the street.

There was a chill in my bones, making it difficult to be as happy and relaxed as the rest of my family. George, my little brother, and Sally, my older sister, walked along the path singing. My parents held hands, in love. They would be a perfect family... without me.

I was already the black sheep.

I was always in trouble and loved to explore. My family didn't like it. I was to do as I was told, but I never did.

As we continued down the road, a shimmer of light caught my eye. Checking to see no one was watching, I darted into the ally way to see what it was, my curiosity getting the better of me.

I lifted it up in the bright moon light, startled to find such a precious item out here in the street. It was a silver necklace encrusted with diamonds, with the letter C carved into it, in curvy writing.

A cold shiver erupted through my spine, as a shadow was cast over me.

I clenched the necklace, walking towards the ally way entry. My family neared me calling my name as I pocketed the necklace. I was scorned me for wandering away, but didn't focus on what was being said due to the men approaching us.

Hoods shaded their faces, and hands were in pockets. Even at a young age I knew something wasn't right with these men.

What happened next was a blur.

My father picked me and my sister up, while my mum picked up my brother. They told us to stay in the corner and under no circumstances come out. We sat, trembling and confused until we heard a scream.

My sister bolted out from our hiding place. I hid my face in my hands.

Another scream pierced the silent night air, causing my brother and I to flinch. One of the men came around the side of the trash can to where we were and smiled at us, teeth slowly growing about 2 cm longer.

George buried his face deeper into my chest.

In an instant, George was ripped from my arms as the strange man ripped out his throat. I watched as blood poured from my brothers neck, his scared hazel eyes on mine, before they rolled into the back of his head.

I bundled myself in a ball as if to shelter myself from what was going on around me. A deep shout for help was suddenly cut off, my father's body landing on the floor with a thud.

As I wept from where I was seated, thinking this was it. I was about to die at the age of 8. New voices entered the scene, one male and one female.

I peered up to see the man in front of me turn to ash as a lady in her early thirties stabbed him through the heart with a sharpened piece of wood. Her friend did the same to the other man.

The men disintegrated into nothing but a pile of ash on the floor. They both dusted off their hands and blew the dust. It spread everywhere, blending into the surroundings.

The lady noticed me and looked surprised. I backed up against the wall and stood up as she drew nearer to me. She extended her hand for me to take, which I took into mine. As she guided me to a van parked out front, I peered down at my family.

They were smeared with blood, and had expressions of nothing. Their eyes were distant, like there was no end in sight. I had to look away, as tears ran down my face.

'Don't look little one. It's not good. It never is,' the lady was saying to me, but never once made eye contact. She put me in the van and buckled me in. 'You can sleep in here on the car trip home. You'll need it. I just have to clean up the mess. I will be back soon.' I watched as she walked away, scooping up my family, as she piled them in the back of the car. I closed my eyes, thinking that I probably wouldn't sleep.

But in the next moment, I drifted off, as I softly cried into the window.