Vampire Hunter (The (new) new prologue) by Diane Rainey

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I almost screamed, but managed to water my scream down to a soft, surprised gasp. He didn't wait for me to process completely that it was him; he just grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. He pulled me to the library, where he pulled down a center candelabra; causing the bookcase to slide to the left and reveal a hidden door. He nearly pushed me down into it first, and then followed. I heard a rumbling in the darkness before he grabbed my wrist again. He clicked on a flashlight and led me deeper into the catacombs of our cellar, where my baby brother lay in his baby seat. Klaus was crying; his dough-like baby arms reached out for comfort.
We sat there for what felt like forever. My life seemed to pass by in the darkness while we sat there; waiting for some sign that everything would be alright. Geoffrey had managed to coax Klaus into a quiet slumber, and tried to get me to sleep as well. I couldn't sleep that night, and I was afraid I would never be able to sleep again.
Geoffrey stuck his hand into his pocket suddenly and pulled something out. He clicked on a little flashlight and looked at the pocket-watch he'd pulled out. He stood up and looked at me through the curtain of darkness.
"Stay here, Miss. Alice, and watch your brother. I'm going to go see if they're gone." He said. I nodded, but I was sure he couldn't see me. I inched closer to Klaus's baby seat as Geoffrey left the catacombs. It wasn't until he was gone that I began to wonder what would happen if they weren't gone. He was the only one who knew we were down there; would anyone think to look for us in the secret cellar?
Despite that thought, I did as I was told. I sat beside my brother's baby seat; waiting for Geoffrey to return. At that point, I didn't have enough energy to disobey. All I could do was sit and watch as the darkness was painted with my memories of my departed parents.
I thought of the days I stood in my father's den, watching him sit at his desk and write. Watching my father write was much like watching a chemist mix chemicals. The right amount of everything had to be put in at the right time, or else it would explode and become no more than a mess. My father mixed words and phrases just as well as a painter mixed colors; he was an artist of words.
Realizing that I would never again be able to watch him write, made my eyes start to burn with the threat of tears. I didn't cry; I just hugged my legs to my chest.
In an amount of time that felt like a lifetime had passed, I saw the fuzzy glow of the flashlight Geoffrey had taken with him. He didn't say anything, except that it was OK to go back up to the house. He wrapped his fingers around the handle on Klaus's baby seat, and hoisted him up. I followed closely behind as he led me out of the cold stone labyrinth, and into the library where I'd come in from. He waited until I was out before pulling the candelabra, causing the bookcase to slide back into place.
The sun was smiling through the large windows, but I couldn't enjoy it. I was only able to stand in it for a few minutes before they began to throb.
"Are your eyes ok? Do they hurt?" Geoffrey asked.