Pam

Shreveport, 11:23 p.m., May 31st, 1993

Pam placed her lipstick back into Dolce & Gabbana brown leather handbag within its place with some other make up she usually carried around with her. In the distance she heard the mixture of the clubs and the traffic that surrounded her as she stepped out of the alley as her food source stumbled to get a cab.

Tomorrow the young girl would think she had been late drinking and had kissed a random stranger, until then though, she was a giggling mess.

Pam smoothed down her pink blouse, knowing that she hadn't spilled a drop onto it, after all it was an expensive shirt and blood is damn hard to get of material like the one she was wearing.

She walked slowly, uninterested in returning home and instead decided to prowl the night in search of something entertaining. She walked a block before she heard the crying. The crying of a baby, one with the awful squeals that penetrated the night's air and darkened her mood.

If there was one thing Pam found disgusting, it was baby and it's soggy diapers. But try as she might to ignore it, something deep within her called out for her to find the baby. She was aware by the sound that it was coming from an alley and something just didn't seem right about it.

With a frown creasing her lips, she sharply turned and walked to the direction of the baby. The smell hit her before she even was in fifty feet of it.

There was another thing Pam hated almost, if not then equally, as much as a baby, and that was maggots. Before she was turned into a vampire, maggots had disgusted her, and even though she had years of seeing them, on dead bodies or just dead things, she never grew to find them anything more the purely repulsive. They turned her off drinking a human dry from day one and that was saying a lot.

A body of a young woman, once beautiful, lay rotting with her legs dangling out of a dumpster. The baby thankfully had landed on a pile of boxes, and was otherwise undamaged.

Pam stepped closer to the baby, and as her shadow passed over the baby, it stopped crying and just stared at her with interest.

The body of the woman had been there in the baking sun, which explained its fast decomposing rate, but why the baby hadn't been picked up sooner confused her, had it only started crying now in the late hours? Or had people just assumed the baby was coming from the apartments? Either way, the baby was here now, looking up at the vampire with interest.

She picked the baby up; it was laying half wrapped within a blanket with the stitched name 'Ava' written on the corner of the pink blanket. The blanket was soft to touch and it didn't take long for Pam to realise that the mother had been robbed of her obvious wealth that she'd been carrying on her at the time.

Though what she was doing in an alley still confused her.

She held the baby away from her so she could look at it. From the way it smelt, and Pam's familiarity with smell, it was a newborn and it was obviously a girl if the pink blanket was any clue. She had clear blue eyes, and already a head of thick dark brown hair, a round mouth that would prove to grace her, as she grew older.

Ava

Shreveport, 6:41 p.m., June 2nd, 1993

The blonde vampire had taken her to a house with a small kitchen. She'd bought some milk for the baby after research from glamouring a mother, before buying her some clothes. At night, she talked to her - as though she was an adult. The conversation mainly centred about finding the perfect family for her.

She spoke of finding a set of parents who'd recently lost a child, and glamouring them into adopting her. Already she had found some ways to forge the documents and ready everything for when she found her some parents, but until everything was one hundred percent perfect, Ava would stay with her.

She didn't cry, didn't have time to. Pam could smell it in the air if she needed to be change, and fed her routinely. She'd heard, and seen for herself, that baby's cried when they were bored, lonely, or just because, but from the short time she'd spent with Ava, she hadn't.

Pam picked her up suddenly and held her to her chest with one arm as she surfed the Internet. As the page loaded at it's usual jagged speed, she looked at the baby. "I still don't like babies," she told her, "but you could be worse."

Ava smiled, breathed out and rolled over in Pam's arm as she pounded delicately against the material of her sweater, almost as though she wanted to feel the material against the palm of her skin.

"Don't think this means I like you." She used both hands to pull the baby away so she could meet eye-to-eye, "I just can't let anything so innocent and naïve of this world die, though it'd probably would have been a blessing for me to have snapped your neck." Ava frowned at her, almost as though she understood before she reached out towards Pam. With a sigh, the vampire pulled her back to her chest and looked at the half downloaded page.

"Well darlin'," she drawled out, "I think I just found you some real parents." Ava looked at her curiously before closing her eyes and going to sleep. Half an hour later she'd been fed, washed, changed and was been taken to her parents.

Two hours later she was in the arms of Bethany Danes as Pam continued to glamour her, "And you saw how bad the mother was and agreed to the adoption."

"Yes, I agreed," The woman agreed nodded.

"No matter what house you move to, I am always welcomed into it."

"Yes, I invite you into any house that we live in." Pam finished up and handed everything over before she began to turn away. The moment she turned around though, after a last glance at Ava who was dressed in knitted beanie she had bought only the night before, Ava began crying, screaming to be returned.

But she didn't look back, because if she did, she knew what would happen. Instead she disappeared from the Ava's vision, almost as though she'd never been there.