A/N: I don't really know where this one came from, I was sitting down and just had a sudden urge to pick up my notebook and start writing. This is what became of it. It's not often that I do one-shots or poems but when I do they come from the deep reaches of my heat that rarely see the light of day.

That day....

That day my children came to me...

Was the happiest day of my life

I changed, for the better

I held my crying son and

Named him Caine

I held my smiling daughter and

Named her Kerry

I gazed lovingly at my wife

I watched...

I watched as my children grew...

As they learned to hunt...

I comforted my children...

When they cried...

When they where scared...

That day...

That day when those terrorists knocked down the towers...

I cried...

I held my children and cried with them...

That day Caine shipped out...

I worried...

I looked at my daughter and worried...

That day...

That day when Caine died at the barrel of a gun...

I cursed God for taking my only son...

I held my daughter and cried with her...

That day...

That day when Kerry called for revenge...

I ordered her....to stay...

I pleaded with her...not to go...

That day when Kerry shipped out...

I cried...

I screamed...

That day when they took my last strong hold, my darling daughter....

I screamed at the sky...

I died...

I asked why?

Dracula raised his head and looked at the pink tinged sky, with a blood-tear stained face.

"These are the scars of a war torn ravaged land."

A/N: I really don't care if you flame me because I felt that I had to write it.