**Ch 316: Little Cries [R-21]

[Viewer Discretion Is Advised. Dark chapter, but the ending won't be bad. All the babies involved are immortal. Read at your own risk. ]

Ominous stormy clouds started to stretch across the sky. Blustery winds were soon to pick up and blow into my hair, which also blew the dust particles away as Rome was using more water to put out Glenn's fire from the roadside.

"Ace, take my wife back home," Kai ordered.

"Aren't you coming with me?" I questioned him. "We still have to talk about this."

"There isn't anything else to say." Kai refuted quite coldly. Before another word could be spoken, Ace tugged me into his vast body, and we were whisked off that fast. Along the way, he'd stop on rooftops or nearby buildings to avoid me from getting motion sickness and whiplash. Shortly to come, he landed us at the front door from inside the mansion. Already here waiting for me, Mrs. Collin got up from the couch, and she came right over.

"Victoria, I am so glad you're safe." She greeted me, giving me a warm hug.

"We had to kill the cops, and she isn't happy about it," Ace informed her.

"Go help cover this mess. I have her." Mrs. Collin told Ace.

I felt invisible for the moment, because they were outwardly talking about me as if they had forgotten I was present. Upon her go-ahead, Ace was speedy to swoop out of there.

"Come now, let's get you warmed up." Mrs. Collin insisted, so I followed her to her bedroom. The bedroom was fancied in Persian colors of reds, purples, pinks, orange, scarlet, maroon, and crimson. Scarlet and purple silky blankets dressed the bed, and the pillowcases were golden. Orange sheer drapes went over the large glass-framed double-door window that took you to a fully furnished round balcony. The velvety carpet is crimson, and the walls are scarlet with purple trim. There were also other doors leading to different rooms. One room was a nursery for the new baby she carried. Cinnamon incense gave a fresh-smelling spice aroma, which made the room smell delicious. Anyone could tell Mrs. Collin was the interior decorator to fabricate this room. Overall, Mr. and Mrs. Collin's bedroom is by far bigger than the one I share with Kai. After peeking around, she took me to the maroon-colored sofa, and she handed me a fresh cup of tea.

"Mr. Collin is at the college fixing this mess," she willingly shared with me.

"What about the cops Kai killed?" I inquired how that would get cleaned up. Many eyewitnesses saw me in the back seat of their car.

"Kai will likely come up with something." Mrs. Collin frowned.

"He didn't have to kill them. He could've met me at the station," I whispered, upset as I squeezed my teacup.

Mrs. Collin gave my shoulder a warm comforting touch as she explained. "Try to understand, Kai, will do whatever it takes to keep you and the babies safe. Nothing justifies his actions, but always keep this in mind. An Alpha will go to the extreme for his family and Coven."

"Plus, it doesn't help when Kai despises humans," I added, and she bobbed her head in agreement.

"He holds his reasons," claimed Mrs. Collin.

After drinking my tea and relaxing, I left her bedroom to head to mine. What she shared with me crossed my mind. As I was thinking about Kai's hatred for humans, a darkness clouded my eyes. Right in the empty corridor, my mind traveled into my time-gap without my control to prevent it. Bright rays of sunlight cast into my vision before the clear image came into focus.

"Waa! waa!" cries emitted from tiny babies. Right when my focus adjusted, my hands flew to my mouth from the horror I saw. Fire engulfed eight woven wicker baskets in flames while the tiny infants were baked alive. The cries were unbearable to take in, so I backed away from the sight of those infants getting consumed by fire.

"Detain the toddlers!" I heard a man shout in the early language of Sumerian. Soldiers wearing short-length gray-colored Kaunakes skirts were taking orders from the man wearing a longer brown-colored Kaunakes skirt from his chariot. The landscape was nowhere in particular, but it all looked like a vacant desert. Wagons with four wheels were used as chariots that were each pulled by horses.

Whimpers from these tiny cries broke my heart to see a handful of toddlers getting thrown or dragged to the center of the group of men near the fire pit. These toddlers were so small and helpless. They didn't even know what was going on. Their curled fists wiped their wet faces from the tiny tears they each shed.

"Slit their throats and burn their bodies!" ordered the King. "Start with the Headmaster's grandson! Let these blood-suckers remember we rule this land!"

Soldiers chanted with clamoring shouts of hoorays and hoorah!

Once the little toddlers lowered their hands from rubbing their wet eyes is when I recognized most of them, especially the one. Kai and his friends stood captured within the group. They were so small. None of them reached my knees. Out of all of them, Kai got yanked by the arm after the soldier plowed through the toddlers, which knocked the tots down on their butts. Rome was one of the babies that cried when the soldier shoved him out of the way to fall on the dirty ground. He was so tiny it looked like he was just learning how to walk.

Poor baby Kai, was pulled up to the front as the soldier tightly held him. He drew his sword on his neck, but just as he was going to slice his throat, a windy breeze blew in. The sword got thrown from his hand as Mr. Collin emitted out of the breeze, and just like that, he twisted the soldier's neck and broke it.

Cries from these warriors screeched out from across the deserted land. From left to right, the soldiers were mawed and mangled into tiny bits by those angered vampires and vampiresses. Limbs were torn off the joints, and fangs shredded their throats. Mrs. Collin tore a warrior's heart out from his chest, as I had already witnessed earlier.

Horses neighed and clonked their hooves into the dirt. A few horses fell with a loud whump to the ground during this massacre. By the time they were done, only a handful of soldiers were left alive, including their King. But they were all on their knees, each begging for mercy.

Water was poured over the flames that turned the wicker baskets into ash. Eight vampiress mothers picked up the burnt mummified infants and gave them blood to drink. Instantly the vamp babies wailed with life, and their skin renewed. And the mothers held and soothed their tiny newborns.