CHAPTER NINE
OK GUYS, IT'S BEEN A WHILE. HOLIDAYS ALWAYS GET THE BEST OF ME. MY MAIN GOAL HERE IS TO ENTERTAIN YOU SO IF THERES A LITTLE MELODRAMA I HOPE YOULL FORGIVE ME. I WASN'T QUITE SURE WHERE I WAS GOING AFTER THIS SO I REALLY HAD TO THINK ABOUT IT. IM HOPING YA'LL WILL LOVE IT. THANKS GUYS FOR BEING SO SUPPORTIVE. IT'S BEEN GREAT SO FAR
Violet surveyed the mess around her with a quiet satisfaction. It was a beautiful thing really. Being at the top of the food chain had always been something she took for granted but when you really had to earn the position, it was amazing. Hunter corpses littered the street. Only two hunters remained. A small blond in a pink hoodie trembled visibly and a larger hunter in a purple and green hoodie was curled up behind the smaller hunter, letting out terrified screeches. Estelle cooed quietly as Violet retreated across the street.
He rushed to his mate. All he could smell was blood. But he could see her. He didn't know how badly she was injured. But he could see her. And she was alive. He sniffed at her and whimpered. Nuzzling her, he whined in her ear. She didn't move. She just whined back. She was scared. But she was alive. Calming down, he surveyed the mess around him. The other females were dead. Except for his mate and one other. He looked across the street and saw the small human. She stood there, weapon in hand, staring at him coldly. She did this? All these females were dead. He shook his head. He knew he was right to stay on this female's good side. She was deadly.
Violet stiffened when Vincent slowly approached her. He was honestly getting a little too familiar. He wasn't a god damned dog! Yet, he approached her as one. He kept low, moving slowly and whimpering the whole way. He stood up on two legs awkwardly and Violet let out a hiss of unease. He was very big when he did that. She backed up, but he kept waddling towards her, arms outstretched. It would have been funny if it hadn't been downright horrifying. Estelle let out a giggle that set violet into a fit of laughter. The whole world had gone completely crazy.
She wasn't sure why she did it, but she stood stock still to see what her odd friend was going to do. She was pleasantly surprised when he wrapped her legs in a clumsy hug. She was delighted when she realized he was showing gratitude. She surprised herself further by returning the embrace. She barely even noticed the gunshot that went off. But she did notice the loud hiss Vincent gave and she certainly noticed the claws that dug into her butt.
"Ow goddammit stupid that hurts!" she snapped.
Her anger was cut short when he fell to the ground. She watched in horror as blood flowed from a wound on his side. She fell to her knees, whipping up his shirt to look at the damage. He was tore up pretty bad but she could patch him up. She had to patch him up. Her friend was sick. She needed to help him. She was shocked to find tears falling onto his jacket. Who was crying? Was she crying? She touched her cheek and sobbed when she felt warm tears sliding down. He was dead. Vincent was dead. She looked around to tell the small hunter but she was gone. Was she dead too? Violet just kneeled there by Vincent's body. Until someone interrupted her and Estelle's mourning. She heard a voice cut through her mental fog.
"Are you okay ma'am? I got him afore he started digging ya. Tha' was lucky."
She looked up at the voice blearily. She saw a young man in a baseball cap, a black woman in a dirty pinkish shirt, a man in a white suit and an older man wearing purple.
"Honey is that a baby on your back?" the woman asked her in surprise.
Violet ignored her and looked at the man in the baseball cap. "You killed him" she accused him, hating that she was unable to control her voices pitch.
He blinked at her in surprise. The man in the white suit stared at her, irritation evident on his face. "What do you mean lady? Of course he killed it. Or it'd be picking its teeth with your kids' bones right now. Are you serious?"
Violet just shook her head and screamed "GO! LEAVE NOW OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
The group of uninfected moved on quickly, probably unwilling to deal with a crazed woman with guns. The crazy woman with the guns retreated to her sanctuary sadly. She was grateful for Estelle more than ever. Because without Vincent she felt so incredibly alone.