CHAPTER FIVE
Violet stood shaking and screaming in the doorway as the hunters wrestled on the bed. Vincent dragged the small hunter off the bed and tried to get her out the door past Violet. She had never felt anything like what she was feeling at that moment. She was numb except for the pain. So much pain didn't seem possible. She was blind to the fact that these monsters weren't human anymore. She stood screaming at Vincent, asking him how he could do such a thing. How he could betray her. She screamed at the small hunter. Asking it why she hurt Estelle. An innocent baby who had never done anything to anyone.
Vincent dragged Little One away from the den. The small human was dangerous and enraged. The kind of rage he had never seen. He knew it wouldn't be long before she slaughtered everything in her wake. She didn't appreciate being trespassed upon. So he quickly dragged Little One away so the life wouldn't leave her. He needed her to live. He cautiously returned to the den hoping he could placate the small human. She still stood staring, shaking uncontrollably, which made her even more frightening then when she had been screaming.
Violet was vaguely aware that Vincent had returned. Probably to finish her off. She didn't care. She had failed poor Estelle so badly. She couldn't even imagine the fear the poor baby had felt. Ripped apart by monsters wondering where Violet was and why she wasn't protecting her. She just leaned against the doorframe and cried silently. She watched Vincent crawl under the bed. What was that stupid thing doing? Was he attempting to hide so he could kill her later? How idiotic to hide while she was watching. These mindless beasts deserved to be annihilated. She shook herself out of the fog and readied her pistol. This stupid animal would pay. He would suffer just like Estelle had suffered.
Vincent heard the human ready her weapon and a primal fear hit him. Vincent sensed that if he didn't move quickly he would be dead. He quickly crawled out from under the bed and dragged a blanket with him. He presented the blanket to Violet whimpering softly, almost sounding as if he were pleading.
Violet stared in amazement as the blanket let out a wail. A strong, unfamiliar healthy wail that caused Violet to fall to her knees. That wail came from a baby. A living confused scared baby with solemn unsettling blue eyes. She was alive. Estelle was all right. Save for a large scratch on her cheek Estelle was just fine. Violet sobbed uncontrollably as she held the child to her. The world was dying around her but for the first time Violet was truly world was dying around her but for the first time Violet was truly alive.