Alanzeo stood over the bathtub. In it was a twenty year old woman. His granddaughter. He knew what he needed to do. He hated this whole family line. She was close to falling asleep, she shouldn't put up much a fight. but first he decided to have a look around the house. He saw a man standing in a room. That would be who he killed next. He then saw a room with a name on it. Vickie.
He went back to the bathroom. She was slowly drifting to sleep. He stood there for a few seconds. Then he went over and, slowly outstretching his hand, locked the door. Then he went over to her and whispered,
"Goodnight Vickie."
Then he plunged into her body.