The Beginning/Prologue

A prologue from my new book. It's part of the ending. I wish for it to proceed the book.

    The blood swelled to the tip of the stake and dripped to the cold pavement below. Tobias lay on the ground, red in the moonlight. Wesley stood before him, stake in hand.
    "I always thought that when i  died it would be you that would kill me." Tobias wheezed.
    "Fitting, huh?"
    "Yeah, poetic even." Tobias coughed up blood onto the cold ground.
    "Well, I think that's enough of that. Send my regards to St. Peter." Wesley's arm shot forward and hit its target, Tobias exploded into a pile of ash and floated to the sky, carried by the loving gusts of wind.