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Chapter 9 - EIGHT

Third Person P.O.V

He carried her gently out of the room leaving the bleeding corpse of the woman he was supposed to play with for a much later time. He wasn't mad that the enjoyment was stolen from him. In fact, he was overjoyed that he got to watch the precious little girl have fun with the bitch.

His P.O.V.

I was preparing for the next person stationed in the room beside me. It was a very busy and stressful day with all of the work piled up outside the house. Sighing loudly, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, seeing a very haggard man staring right back at me. My curls were all over the place almost covering my eyes. My lips are quite dry from the lack of food and water due to work. I stared straight into my hazel eyes contemplating and meditating a little by breathing through my mouth.

"I should get a haircut tomorrow."

Stretching my arms up I felt my back release a cracking sound, making my shoulders feel good. Wore my surgical mask and took my blue shirt off the rack. My surroundings began to shake. The mirror cracked and the cabinets opened and closed.

I smiled wickedly, my eyes turning red. "Well someone seems to be having a grand time.", wearing the shirt, I made my way to a now fully opened room where the sound of a little girly giggle can be heard.

"Oh?", Raising my eyebrow, with a sinister smile still plastered on my face as I watch a little girl go crazy, stabbing what should have been my stress reliever.

There was nothing bad about it though. The scene he is now witnessing is enough to satisfy his cravings and calm his mind from all of the stress.

He continued to watch the girl go wild, and when she finished he wondered how the little devil entered the place without being noticed by her brothers. "hmm. Stupid idiots.", he thought to himself.

Deep in my own thoughts, I didn't notice that the little girl was finished with her first artwork. Wiping her face on her shirt brought my full attention back. I continued to watch her actions, excited about what her reaction would be when she finally turns around to see me.

I bet she would show a wide-eyed doe type of face.

The smile on my face grew wider as my guess was correct. Violet now looks at me with eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Opening her mouth to say something, she started to sway.

I caught her in my arms before she could hit the cold cement. Her face was cradled to my chest, I couldn't help but have the temptation of kissing her forehead but decided against it. Instead, I held her tightly in my arms. "Sleep well."

Holding my precious cargo safely in my arms made my eyes return to their hazel color. Calmly heading towards my office in the basement where my couch is.

She can rest there while I call upstairs and tell them about the incident. I wonder if they'll take it with an open mind. Or will they still keep her in the dark away from me?

The notion of not having the little angel around me got my instincts kicking in. "Wait. Should I even tell them that you're here?", stopped on my tracks smiling.

"I could make them go crazy trying to find you, my little angel.", Violet stirred in my arms but after rocking her a little, sighed and fell into a deep sleep again.

Nah! This little angel is still a baby. Our baby.

Looking back at the very end of the hallway where the stairs leading up to the kitchen gave me a little bit of frustration on whether I should take her back or just head to my office so she can rest more.

Right. They'd definitely get mad and lecture her. The strain of having yourself turn is heavy, mentally and physically. Violet would need the rest. So the office it is.

Rounding the corner, a gray door where my office is, can be found. The inside may not be that clean but at least the smell of blood wasn't strong. I laid her down on my couch after pushing some of the books off with my foot. Took a soft clean pillow and raised her small head a little so I can place it under for support.

Once I knew she was comfy and safe from falling off the couch, I sat in my chair watching the little angel sleep dialing Jaime's number. The idiot is calmer when taking this type of information, especially any news about the baby sister.

The phone rang and rang but the dumbass won't answer. He must be in one of the clubs he manages.

Well. I'll call later then.

"You are still too early little angel." Throwing my phone on one of the love seats, I pulled the chair close to where Violet lay sleeping soundly.

"I hope they don't pull you away from me. We can learn so many new experiments in this safe haven of ours. A place where we can be who we want to be and no one can judge or kill us." I whispered to myself looking at a family portrait that hang across the room.

An hour has passed.

I guess it is time to call that dumbass again.

Taking my phone from the seat, I dialed his number again, and luckily this time the fool answered.

"What do you want?", he grumbled from the other end, obviously in a very nasty mood.

Oh boy, he's gonna get nastier.

"Well. Someone has infiltrated our haven."

"So what? Just deal with them as we usually do.", he angrily hissed. I rolled my eyes already seeing him go into full anger mode because of the useless news I gave him.

"I can't.", I massaged my temples. "Why not?!"

"I can't kill our little sister you idiot." I grinned looking back at the sleeping figure of my little angel on the couch.

The line was cut off and at the same time, in stormed my older brother who has a worried look plastered all over his face.