Story for Kyshea16,
Prologue
1929
A clash of thunder and a blt of lightning struck as a hooded figure scampered to the front door of the archaic church clutching a bundle close to their chest for dear life.  At the oversized oak door, was a brass bat holding a large ring in its mouth.  The figure wrapped its fingers around the ring and rapped on the door three times, listening to the echo vibrating through the building.  Th church was drab and dull.  The only noticeable color was in the stain glass windows of Jesus peering into your soul.  The hooded figure heard no reply and hustled inside anyway to remove her hood plastered to her face.  Her long red hair cascaded down her arched back; her pale skin was enchanting against the candlelight.  She scurried up numerous flights of stairs to the very top.  Anyone could hear her feet slap against the pavement of the cold stone steps, including the priest who was in a room adjacent to the top of the steps waiting for her.  If she were patient, he would have reached the door, eventually.  She was in a hurry though, as anyone could see.
"I need your help" she whispered harshly.
"What is it you need at this late hour, Andrea?" asked the priest perturbed and tired.
"I need your help in escaping.  The townspeople know what we are and they are not happy with it.  I have to at least get my own children to safety, if not me as well,"
"Yes of course.  You know i would do anything for you, Andrea.  Simon was my closest friend.  Where are your other two children?"
Andrea explained to the priest about how she had already sent them to a nearby relative's home inLucca, Italy.  She wanted to travel with her newborn, to ensure her safety.
"She has the most beautiiful eyes you know," said the priest looking at her tiny bundle of joy, "they're the sam as Simon's, sparkling enerald green," he paused, Have you given her a name yet?"
Andrea carefully decided her name
"Tanya, Natalia Hawthorne," she whispered.
At that precise moment, lightning struck nearby the church and her eyes grew wide.  Coming up to the oak doors was the angry mob with pitchforks and torches.  They had to get out of there quickly, or else they just may die.