Abraham Whistler cradled his youngest daughter as he fed her a bottle of blood. His 2nd youngest Sat by him, putting a kiss on the baby's head.
"Abby, I want you to make me a promise." Whistler told his little girl. "Annie is special. You'll need to protect her."
"I'll protect her, Daddy." Abby held her baby sister's hand. "I'll protect her because I love my baby sister."
"Thank you, Abby. You're going to make a very good big sister."
Annie slowly woke up, feeling a pain in her neck. She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she got out of bed. She was completely out of it. She didn't know where she was but it wasn't the first time she had fallen asleep and King carried her to the new Nightstalker HQ.
"King, did you get more blood for me?" Annie asked sleepily as she walked out the front room. "We were runnin' out last time I had something to drink." A plastic water bottle appeared by her head from behind her. "Oh, King, thank God. My thirst it killing me." She took the bottle but when she couldn't pull it down, she turned around, to give King a piece of her mind. She let go of the bottle and backed up, her back hitting the wall. "You…no, no-No! The Daystar Virus was made from a purer strain of my DNA-you should be dead! The Virus should've killed you! You should be dead…"
She slid down the wall to the floor, scared. Drake crouched and put the back of his fingers against her cheek.
"Shhh, Annie. Shhh. I'm not going to hurt you. You're going to stay with me, being by my side for all eternality. Like you were born to be." Drake cooed to her, caressing her cheek. Annie hit his hand away, with a combined shriek and whimper. Drake put his other hand at the base of her skull while she was distracted and captured her lips with his. When he pulled away, Annie whimpered, scared of the Progenitor. "Oh, are you still afraid that I'm going to kill you? I'm not. I wouldn't kill you even if you tried to kill me. I'll take care of you. Humans can't care for you anymore. Leave everything to me. I'll take good care of you."
"…human blood…" Annie mumbled scared. "I don't drink human blood…I can't stand the taste…too much like Abby…too much like Hannibal…too much like Mommy…mommy's going to die, Abby…be dead-dead like the bodies on the gallows…I'm going to be hanged, Abby…like the monkeys on dental floss tight ropes…"
Drake's eyes softened. "You poor thing, my poor little bat. Those vampires and hunters over the years made you lose your mind, didn't they? They made you like this. Oh, my poor little bat." He scooped her up and held her, standing. "It's time to go back to bed, Little Bat. Until your mind repairs itself."