Whistler POV
A burning house on the other side of the park catches my eye, as Blade finishes off the last vampire. I even get a little worried hearing a high pitched screaming a moment later. Sounds like a like… no…
"Is that a child?" Blade asks, just as a young man yells, car doors slamming shut and tires squealing as the cars they're stuck on race away.
"Yeah, kid!" I confirm, making my way through the park, him breezing past me and breaking down the front door of the house. I look around, and find a woman's bloody corpse lying on the sidewalk, bleeding from puncture wounds on her neck. A shrill scream, this one of pain, echoes with a crack, before a smash, probably from Blade breaking down another door inside, follows quietly.
He comes out carrying a small child wrapped in what I can see is a butterfly-printed blanket, tucked tightly against his chest. "Whistler!" he growls, running up to me. "Grabbed what I could, but only found the girl still alive."
I take the child from him as he holds her out, finding her shaking herself to bits, tears falling from stormy blue eyes. I notice she's holding her pale hand tightly against her chest, red and slightly blistered. "Let me see your hand," I order her as I set her on the sidewalk across the street from her burning home.
She swallows tightly, and offers me her hand slowly, her face crumpling up in pain. "It burn me," she whispers, coughing a little. She probably breathed in a lot of smoke before Blade got to her, which might be an issue, and has a bit of ash on her overheated, pale face.
I inspect the small hand, and find there's hardly any damage. She must have tried to grab a doorknob, and let go fast enough to just be lightly burnt. "Your hand'll sting for a while, but you'll be fine, kid."
She nods, and turns to look back at the house, only to have Blade block her, sparing her the sight of watching her home burn down. "It's gone, kid," he murmurs softly, oddly enough reaching out a hand to rest on her shoulder, comforting her. Even if he is a bit rough around the edges in his way of doing it, before he pulls her close again, hugging her as she slowly calms down in his arms, before somehow falling asleep.
I look at him carefully. "She looks like that woman on the curb," I point out a little sadly, remembering when I lost my family.
"There was a man in the house, bitten too. They probably locked her door, vampires attacked him as well. She looks like him too," he mutters in return, looking down slightly.
Must be thinking about being an orphan himself. Like I'm thinking of my family. "Let's get out of here," I mutter as sirens fill the air, that damn firetruck horn filling the air and waking up the entire block.
We get through the park just as the first responders get there, and drive away as they start fighting the flames eating the house.