Vampire hunter (New Prologue) by Diane Rainey

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I wasn't able to see what they were doing, exactly, but I knew what it was. The two vampires were raping my mother. One loomed over her while snapping the straps of her nightgown with a sharp fingernail, from where I was it looked to be as sharp as a knife—if not sharper. Their fingernails had blood crusted underneath, possibly my parents' blood.
Mother thrashed, kicked, and tried to squirm her way to freedom; but it was useless. The vampire used its superior strength to keep her pinned, but she never stopped trying to fight. She was looking for that one little weak spot that would free her from the crushing grasp of the vampire, thriving on the blood of false hope.
I was paralyzed with fear. I managed to slam my eyes shut, but her loud screams reminded me repeatedly of what was happening. They convinced me that I wasn't just having a horrible nightmare, despite how much I was trying to persuade myself into believing that it all really was just a horrid dream and I would wake up in my comfy bed, with the dream fading away. Both my parents would be alive and I could go on living as if I'd never had the dream.
"Stop! Stop!" My mother cried. Her cries made a soft tear fall down my scrunched up face, I slammed my hands over my ears and sat beside the door, trying to block out what I was hearing without leaving my mother. I felt myself start to cry, but they were silent cries that kept me safe from the vampires. I clenched my teeth trying to keep back my whimpering, and I felt little cold droplets of tears fall on my knees.
It's a dream...I told myself repeatedly. Just a dream; a bad, bad dream. But my mother's screams proved otherwise.
For what felt like an hour, I sat outside my parents room with my eyes pressed against my knees; my hands over my ears with my fingers tangled in my snowy hair; and tears pooling around where my eyes had been against my knees. I felt so small and helpless, I should have been able to do something; I was thirteen for god's sake! I should have gone to call the police, they would have come and I would have been able to save my parents. But instead, I watched dumbly like a brainless little child. I hated myself, but I hated the vampires more.
I sat there until Geoffrey, my family's butler, found me in the hallway.
"Miss. Alice!" He whispered. "Come with me." He lifted me up off the floor and nearly dragged me to the basement labyrinth were he had Klaus in his baby seat, wailing his little eyes out.
Geoffrey sat down on the ground beside my brother and collected him in his arms, but I stood. I starred into the blackness of the labyrinth ahead of me, thinking only of watching my parents die. Geoffrey watched me with curiosity, waiting for me to do or say something—but I didn't. I'd never felt so cold, so empty, and so alone.
"Miss. Alice, please come sit down," He said. He was trying to calm Klaus, whose cries echoed in the empty cavern. I nodded and did as I was told. I sat beside Geoffrey, but said absolutely nothing.
We sat there for what felt like forever. The tears had dried and felt like streams of cement on my face.