The gas light dinged on her dash, she should have filled her car but it was too late now, she was almost home. She turned down her block and sighed. She was ready for this day to be over. All she wanted right now was to hold her baby, eat that leftover lasagna and cuddle up on the couch with her husband. She pulled into her driveway and shut off the car before she slumped back into her seat defeated. She took long slow breaths out of her nose and exhaled through her mouth. When she felt calmer her eyes fell on her house.
An unsettling feeling washed over her. It was dark. Too dark. Alexander was supposed to be home. Had they gone to bed already? Her eyes turned towards the clock on her dash. It was only nine-thirty.
Mavis shoved the car door open and tore up the driveway. Her heels clicked loudly against the cement as she approached the front door. She shoved her key into the lock before she burst into a cold and lifeless house. Blindly in the dark, she reached for the switch, finding it after a couple of missed pats with her hand. She flicked on the lights and gasped in horror. The walls, ceiling, and floors of the entryway were covered in splatters and smudges of fresh blood. A smeared handprint on the wall caught her eye and immediately a chill ran up her spine.
"ALEXANDER!" Her voice trembled.
Mavis swallowed as she continued to follow the blood into the kitchen. She flipped on the lights. There was even more in this room. It speckled the off white cupboards and dark granite countertops. A gust of cool air drew her attention to the broken sliding glass door. She took a step forward paused as she heard a crunch. Mavis's eyes dropped to the floor. Broken shards of glass were scattered all over the floor, mixed in with blood. She followed the droplets around the kitchen island and then paused again.
She drew in a harsh breath as her eyes landed on the severed arm lying on the floor in a pool of blood. She took a step back as her breathing became more labored. She instantly recognized that navy blue pattern on the shirt sleeve. Alexander had been wearing that shirt this morning.
Her head reeled as she tried not to panic. The way the skin and shirt fabric has been torn, she immediately recognized this kind of brutality. Her years of experience hunting supernatural creatures had exposed her to many gruesome scenes, and she had seen her fair share of severed limbs. There was a werewolf in her house.
Hastening her pace she opened the utensil drawer with a forceful jerk and pulled out the silver cake knife. She gripped the handle so tight it made her knuckles turn white. She approached the doorway to the dining room and carefully reached her hand around the wall to find the light. She had expected to find her home invader but instead, she found her husband.
The cake knife slid from her hand and sunk into the hardwood floors. There was nothing left of him. He was nothing but a pile of torn up and mangled mess of bones and flesh, completely unrecognizable from the neck down. He looked like he had just gone through a meat grinder.
An almost inaudible sob slipped from her lips as she sunk to the floor in the doorway. She struggled to breathe as grief and guilt racked through her core. She closed her eyes and squeezed herself into a pitiful hug. The condition his body was left in was too cruel and her heart clenched as she thought of all the horrific things he must have seen and experienced before he died.
Her thoughts immediately drifted to their daughter and how she would have to grow up without a father now. Mavis gasped loudly as she fell onto het rear. She'd been too distracted to even think straight. Panic invaded her senses and pulled the cake knife out off the floor. Adrenaline propelled her body forward. She scrambled to get her feet under her as rushed out of the dining room and through the kitchen. Her heart pounded painfully in her chest as she climbed the stairs. Her eyes widened as she saw blood smeared on the door to Isla's nursery. Mavis slammed the door open with a loud bang and gasped as she saw the room was quiet and empty. Her body began to shake violently as she approached the crib. She peered over the edge and her heart instantly shattered. Isla was gone and there was blood.
Mavis could control herself any longer as she screamed out in agony. She slumped to the floor still holding the cake knife. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over, they ran down her face before they petered against the floor.
Everything she had ever loved was gone.