CHAPTER TWO
Violet watched in amazement as Vincent slowly approached her. She readied her sledgehammer and eyed him warily. He seemed just as cautious as he inched towards her making nervous growls in the back of his throat. He unceremoniously dropped a bundle at her feet and bounded away quickly, shrieking loudly.
She looked at the retreating hunter amused and bewildered. What was that stupid creature doing? She looked interestedly at the bundle he dropped and to her horror realized it was moving. She resisted the urge to smash whatever unholy thing must be writhing around in the blankets and lifted up the flaps to see what she faced.
Instead of a deadly enemy prepared to feast on her flesh, Violets eyes rested on something much more terrifying. Wrapped in these bloodied tattered blankets was a baby. A smelly, grimy looking baby that couldn't be more than a week or two old. Violet instantly backed away and looked around for Vincent. He needed to come get this thing. Perhaps he offered it to her thinking she needed a snack. She didn't care she just wanted it gone.
Vincent watched from the roof of a nearby building. His human was an odd one. She showed a lot less interest in that thing he gave her than the female he had found near it. That female was nearly dead when he found her, abandoned by her companions as one of the Spitting Sisters had trapped her with her burning liquid. Yet as he approached she showed fierceness he was unaccustomed to when dealing with injured prey. She fought to crawl away from him clutching this little thing protectively. She screamed at him but words were lost on him. He didn't care or know what she was saying.
He sensed the little thing was important. When he pounced at it she threw herself on top of it, screaming more meaningless words. He watched her struggle as far as she could and he smelled when the life left her body. He could smell the thing. The thing was food but wasn't food. His human would know what to do. So he brought the thing to the small human, fighting the pain in his stomach that told him to hunt.
Violet returned to her sanctuary, leaving the baby outside. She hoped Vincent would come retrieve it but there was no sign of him. The child hadn't cried once and she wondered if it was dead. Irritated, she went outside to see if it had died. It hadn't. It just looked at her with solemn blue eyes. Snarling curses at the absent hunter, she picked up the infant and brought it inside. What was she going to do with this thing? She had no milk. No diapers, no clothes, nothing that a baby needed. Where in the hell had he found this thing?
She resolved that she would keep it up until she found another group of survivors to take it wherever they were headed. She needed to move soon. But first she needed to bathe this awful little creature. The hot water still worked here. That wasn't always the case but she was grateful when the appliances worked.
She ran a bath for the baby. Unwrapping the blankets carefully, she looked the child over for injuries. It didn't appear to have any, despite being covered in blood. The child was a girl and violet wondered what she was going to call the child. She had never had any interest in having children so she wasn't sure what an appropriate baby name would be. Violet decided she would call her Estelle. The kid needed a name so the other survivors would buy her sob story and take the brat off her hands.
Estelle seemed lifeless and was very floppy. Violet knew she would need to eat but she wasn't sure if the store she had been getting her supplies from had any sort of canned milk. Violet realized too late this kid was going to need some diapers or it'd be a very disgusting night. So Violet wrapped her up in a clean blanket, laid her on the bed and prepared to head out to the store in search of food or some towels or something.