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Aivi yelped in surprise when she was tossed aside, skidding across the snow before landing on his stomach. But before Tyler could warn her not to look, she saw anyway. She saw the human-like creatures beat her father up mercilessly, blood flowing freely from the spike wound he took to save her. Normally, she wouldn't mind the sight of blood. But this was her own father, the man she looked up to, one of the many strongest men she believed, getting beat to a bloody pulp. She felt sick. But moreover... She felt angry. Bolting up from the small snow drift she landed in, she charged at them with the speed of her vampire half and leaped up into the air in front of the Brute. Raising her claw, she scratched the enemy creature's eyes out, causing it to howl in pain and back away from Tyler. When she landed on the ground again, she looked at the blood staining her fingertips. The were black from the zombie blood and she automatically figured not to lick it. Using some snow, she scrubbed the blood off her hand, grimacing in disgust all the while at the faint rotting smell it produced.

Tyler hit the ground and saw a bloody snow angel behind him when he stood up. He turned his head, and felt his neck pop uncomfortably, then spat a stream of blood into the snow beside him. To stand was quite painful...he knew something had to be broken, but Tyler didn't know what.
"I'm glad to see you're alright...but you're grounded when we get back home," he remarked to Aivi. Gunshots rang out in the cold, thin air. The wind had died down enough for the other men to see their target. The second Brute blinked stupidly as the slugs pierced his skin. He and the Stryker type exchanged a look, then wandered off away from the group. As quickly as it had come, the storm was gone, and everything was visible again.
"Well...somebody go grab that deer. No sense in wasting a trip," Tyler said, waving to the frozen animal.

"Hello, darlin'!" Tyler bellowed into the radio. "The funniest thing just happened. I was out here minding my own business...and guess who I ran into at the grocery store! It was our daughter!" He laughed aloud and released the button, holding the radio up to hear Ellie's response.

There was a small pause as Ellie snapped out of her shock before shouting into the radio. "Dear lord, Tyler! You had me so worried! What happened?! Is our baby hurt?!" One could tell from her tone of voice that she was frantic, having had quite a scare.
Aivi jumped up to take the radio before speaking into it. She was taught how to use a radio on several occasions, so using it was almost like talking on a phone to her. "I'm fine, mommy. But daddy is badly injured. There was this huge human-like person with a club for a hand. He was beating daddy up when he couldn't fight back."

((Of course she can. She's part vampire after all. I'm basing my vampires after the ones from the Darren Shan series.))

Aivi couldn't help but pout when Tyler basically repeated what she said, which kinda ticked her off. That was one of her pet peeves; everyone listening to the adult instead of the little dhampyre. She knew it wasn't discrimination; everyone loved the five-year-old. It was the fact that she was just that; five years old. And sometimes, it made her more mad than others. She wanted to be heard once in a while and speak for herself. Crossing her arms, she grumpily followed the group. Just then, the wind picked up, carrying Stryker's scent to her nose. Coughing a bit at the slight rotting smell, she whirled around to see the man hiding behind a tree.

As they walked away from the man, Aivi kept looking back at him, slightly intrigued by the zombie, even though she didn't know what he was just yet. When he was out of sight, she turned and continued to walk. When they were close to the gate, she looked up at her father and asked, "Daddy, did you know that man who was watching us?"
When Ellie saw them, her heart soared with happiness as she rushed over to her lover to hug him tightly. "I'm so glad you're alright." She whispered into his neck, pausing to breath in his scent. She hadn't drank blood yet, so she was slightly delirious from the slight pangs of hunger.

Aivi couldn't help but pout again when he just gave her few details. She wanted to ask more, but she would imagine that she would get the same answer as always; "I'll tell you when you're older." Always the same answer. She didn't like being left in the dark about something important.
Ellie sighed a bit when she heard that there was no major damage, which eased her troubled heart a little more. When he suggested going back to their room, she sighed with a shake of her head. "You've already lost some blood. I don't want to take anymore." But soon, her frown turned into a sly smile as she whispered back, "But I'll gladly take the other invitation."

James found his room and lay down in the bed, a battered and beaten mattress laying on the floor. Wrapping himself in thick blankets, he sighed and wished for a simpler world, one where WWIII never happened, one where zombies and horrific mutants didn't ravage the land of the few humans left. He fell alseep soon, exhausted from the near death ordeal. "Stupid humans..." he muttered as he closed his eyes. He dreamed as he slept, of his life back before everything went to hell, of his life of quiet simplicity in Atlanta. He could see his family again, the small house still full of life, no one even imagining the possibility of hordes of undead attacking. Then his dream turned to a nightmare. 'No! Get away from them!' He yelled as zombies ate the flesh of his loved ones, all while he could do nothing to stop them for fear of being killed himself. 'Stop! Stop it!' His sobs fell of deaf ears, the screaming fading away into silence before the zombies turned to him. He was soon torn limb from limb, and just as one bit into his head, he jerked awake, covered in a cold sweat. Panting, he stood up, checking to make sure his Glock was with him, before he ventured out into the cold hallway. Going to Tyler's room, he stopped outside the door. Knocking, he didn't expect an answer right then.