"You can't bloody do this you sick bastards! This is my baby!! My bloody child god dammit. What the fuck do you monsters want with my baby..." . . . . What can a 30 year old widow do against the creatures of the night when they come after her and her baby? Only one thing. Run. But, would she be able to run forever? And why are they after her child so bad? What makes him special? Most importantly, just who could his sire be?