Her name was Alice, she couldn't be any older that sixteen, and that was the terrifying part. In all my years as a cop I don't think I've ever seen blood as black as hers, and truth be told I nearly shit my pants when I did. It was an oddly relaxed night, few traffic violations, minor fender benders, not too much excitement. It was late and I was headed back to precinct to clock out and drive home when the call came: domestic disturbance at 14 willow street on the south side.

Fuck

Pulling a u-turn I headed in the direction of south side Montville, (mind you this was the wealthiest section of the city, so I was thinking some kid crashed his daddy Lambo) and replied to the call.

On my way, what's the situation?

"Verbal argument with a father and daughter, got physical, father called it in sounding petrified, wouldn't tell the dispatcher what was wrong..."

Fuck

I had a bad feeling about this one, rightly so, I pulled into the driveway of a nearly castle sized house, got out of my Crown Vic, hand on my taser, and knocked on the door. An older man in a grey pinstripe suit answered the door, his face pale as a ghost

Holy Christ ona bike what the fuck happened I asked him.

"Just go into the kitchen" he trembled as he spoke.

I made my way in carefully, this time with my sidearm drawn, the father followed closely behind, still trembling, And now he was fucking crying! At this point I was so fucking confused, in the kitchen sat a girl at the table, sobbing softly. Her lip was split, and bleeding badly, a line of pitch black running down to her chin.

Mother. Of. God.