"Then you will let me help you." He always was so angry with her when she walked away, because Selene always did. She had walked away from him far too quickly. But this time, she wouldn't. "He is my father Lothoro." Selene hissed as she was spun around and hauled against his chest. "But I will do what I must to protect us, you must....

See them? Selene's dark eyes darted around in the dark. In the shadows she saw quick movements. Strange slithering forms. Jesus.

All she could do was nod. Nod and try not to cry. One of them had to die this night. It would not be Lothoro. Selene would not hold him once again as he died.

Stumbling forward she caught herself and turned on him, eyes closed. Ready. She looked calm as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life. "Do as you must, I will not fight you."