[ WP ] The Story starts with the character doing an unforgivable deed . It ends with a good justification .

Her eyes were closed in sleep in her bassinet. I smiled as I watched her chest rise and fall, the look of an angel on her face. I carefully rearranged the covers and folded them neatly under her little hands. Then, my large hand grasped her tiny neck and squeezed. She struggled a bit, then she was still. Her eyes still closed in sleep. Forever. I rearranged her covers and arms again and walked away from the bassinet. 
 
 By the front door, I picked up my rifle and my.38. I took a couple of boxes of ammunition and placed them on the table beside my rocker on the front porch. Back inside, I retrieved a pint bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey and a couple of fat Cuban cigars from my side board. 
 
 My knees creaked as did the old chair when I sat down. Placing the bottle beside the boxes of ammunition, I dug in my pocket for a match. A few puffs, and my first cigar was going well. I took a pull at the whiskey, then began loading my guns. 
 
 As the dusk began to come, I sat drinking the last of the whiskey. Smoking the last of my second cigar. That's when she came out of the shadows. Not really walking, not really anything. She just was n't there, then she was. 
 
 `` I've come for her Papa. She's mine.'' Her red hair shone even in the dusky light at the end of the day. Her eyes were a blue that seemed to be lit from within. 
 
 `` She ai n't yours. You gave her up when you became this.'' 
 
 `` This, Papa, is what I was meant to be. I'm strong. I'm powerful. I'll live long after when you are dust, just like Mama and grandma.'' 
 
 `` No one was meant to be this, girl. It's an abomination. It's an affront to nature and an abomination before God.'' 
 
 `` Just give her to me Papa. She's mine and I do n't want to hurt you.'' 
 
 `` You ca n't hurt me girl. I brought you into this world, and now, I reckon I'm to have to take you back out. It's one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Just after putting her forever out of your reach.'' 
 
 Her eyes grew wide with realization. Then her mouth twisted into a rictus of pain, he pure, white fangs glistening in the moonlight. 
 
 `` Nooooo! What have you done!? I'll kill you Papa!'' 
 
 With that, she flung herself at the porch and was met with the sound of thunder. 
 
 The deer rifle I'd had over my lap was a.300 caliber. Big enough to kill almost any game animal in North America. Loaded with hollow-tipped expanding rounds. It left a hole where her heart had been the size of a fist. The hole in my heart was infinitely greater. 
 
 I know the rest will come soon. I know they'll kill me, or worse. But she's beyond their reach. They both are.
