Desheera stepped into the house, carrying a blanket that had been wrapped around something.
"William?"
She called.
He appeared and saw the blanket. He instantly knew what was inside of it and looked at his wife.
"Where..."
"I heard her crying when I was leaving Wendy's. She was in the dumpster, William. Can you see if she needs a doctor?"
William reached for the baby and held her close, sniffing and listening to the infant's internals.
"Her vitals are strong, however, she seems to be in the beginning stages of diphtheria."
He shortened and narrowed his upper canines and bit the child. No pain, no crying. The child recovered as the regenerative cells took over and the white blood cells killed off the bacteria.
William handed her back to Desheerah then vanished.
He reappeared in an alley and saw a woman sobbing hysterically. He could tell that she couldn't afford anything, not even food.
Psychically knocking her unconscious, he picked her up and could tell that she was seriously ill by how little she weighed.
"I thought so."
He said, returning home with the transient woman.
"Well, I found little Hope's mother, here. She was crying in the alley behind Walgreens. She's not doing well at all. It's a miracle that she's alive. She was perfectly healthy up until she was raped by her cousin-in-law."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Nothing I can't handle."
With that, he bit her too.
... Later ...
She woke up slowly, wondering if she was even alive anymore. It had been years since she felt so warm, comfortable and peaceful. Sitting up, she realized that she was in a very large bedroom. Seeing the crib nearby, she threw the blanket aside and ran to look in it.
Smiling sadly, she picked up her daughter and said.
"So, you died too, huh?"
"Define died."
She heard.
"Well, I don't feel sick. In fact, I feel better than I can ever remember feeling. My daughter is apparently healthy again. We must be in the afterlife."
"No. Neither of you are dead. After my wife found your daughter, I took care of both of you. I'll be up in a few with your meal."
"Why would you help me? My own parents blamed me."
"Thirteen is far too young to be going through all of this. Hope is barely a year old. I'll see to it that your cousin-in-law is dealt with."
"No, don't! No one will believe it!"
"They'll have no choice but to believe it. Are you comfortable around furred people?"
"I like them. They're really nice."
"Alright, I'm coming in, then."
William opened the door and pushed a hotel food cart in.
"My name is William Frederick. This is my home. You are a part of my family for as long as you want to be. Your daughter is as well."
She started crying again.
"My name is Teresa Davis..."
Was all she was able to get out and she sat down, quietly crying.
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Unforseen Circumstances
General Fiction(Title may change) Twelve years prior to, and leading up to the beginning of this story, William Jason Frederick meets an interesting person in his dreams... GRAPHIC VIOLENT ACTS, DEATH.
