The Last Vial

"Why are you asking that?"

"The killer might return here if my assumption is correct."

The caretaker thought about it for a bit before revealing the information that was being kept under strict control.

"I don't know why I am doing this…and I really hope that you aren't that crazed killer so I hope that you won't tell this to anyone else."

Dante gave her a reassuring smile and nodded his head in acceptance of her condition.

"There is a baby that will be transferred here tomorrow. The child is only 2 days old and has been handed over to us by the mother of the child. Poor girl was too young to take care of it so she had to let it go."

Dante's expression turned grave as soon as he heard that. He was sure that the killer would definitely find out about that and if there was a next target, then it was right here.

...

It was the beginning of dawn and the darkness was only beginning to thin out when two bloodshot eyes opened in the dark room where hardly anything was visible.

Beatrice knew that it was time; time for her acting skills to be displayed. Since there were no more nightmares after she had shaken hands with Memnon, she had to keep up the pretense so that Dante would remain busy and would not wander away from her. After all she needed him for the completion of the plan that she had hatched with Memnon.

Dante was lying on the sofa outside unaware of the scheme that was currently unfolding to destroy the peaceful sleep that he was currently enveloped in.

A shrill scream tore through the roof of the house and reached the sky as if to torture the heavenly beings. Of course it was Beatrice executing her intentions.

With a jolt Dante came back to the realm of the living and cursed his ancestors for bringing him into the world to go through a torture like this.

No matter how much he thought that he had gotten used to that screaming in the morning, it still packed a punch powerful enough to wake the dead.

Dante rushed into the room and grabbed hold of the woman who was close to falling off the bed during her unending screams.

He grabbed her strongly and continued to whisper into her ears that everything was alright and there was no demon and her baby was safe.

After a while of cajoling, the woman came back to her senses and Dante let out a long sigh of relief.

As usual the woman seemed embarrassed and terrified at the same time. Dante wondered how she managed to do that. It looked surprisingly difficult to pull off.

"Leave me alone. Don't come in till I tell you to. I don't want you to see me like this."

Dante knew that after the morning session, Beatrice rarely went to sleep so now he had to make a choice.

"Whether to sleep some more or to go to the orphanage and wait for the killer…it is a difficult choice…sh*t…why do I have to be the one to do it?"

In the end he rubbed off the sleep from his eyes and ran out the door in a hurry.

...

Beatrice took a glass vial from the cabinet that was similar to the ones that she had used to store the blood of the other children that she had killed previously. She tucked it carefully within one of her pockets.

As usual she used the window to climb out of the house and slowly made her way towards the orphanage. She had recently received information that a newborn was going to be brought into the orphanage before breakfast.

She had changed into a jersey that she had picked up on her way back from the last trip. It was large enough to cover her till her knees and made her look like destitute.

Pregnant and destitute…she had chosen the ultimate combination this time to carry out the task at hand.

A grey hood covered her face as she made her way slowly towards the orphanage. Due to her pregnancy, she couldn't move too hurriedly. She had to make sure that her baby was born safely.

In her back she hid a small ceremonial knife that shone with a reddish hue and looked like a demonic weapon.

She was fully prepared this time thinking that everything was bound to go her way. She had already done the same thing six times without getting caught.

What Beatrice didn't know was that her confidence was going to be her downfall this time. Someone was already in the know about her intentions.

And this time she was walking into a trap.

...

Dante had been lying in wait for a while now and nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. People went in and out but there was no signs to indicate that there had been an abduction.

Not a single one of those people looked or acted suspicious in any way.

That was of course until a certain fat woman with a hood came out of the orphanage carrying a baby that was around the size of a melon.

Dante was sure about his instincts. Something about the woman looked familiar to him but he was sure that he hadn't seen her before anywhere.

His gut feeling kept on bugging him as he followed the woman towards the edge of the city. There was an inn in that place that was hardly ever full.

The woman managed to get a room in that place and went in with the baby. For a second Dante felt that he had been mistaken since she had not taken any action whatsoever that indicated that she intended to harm the child.

But when he heard the cries of the child, Dante felt that even if he was wrong he had to make sure.

He kicked the door open and it turned out that his instincts had been completely right. It was only that the face that greeted him there was someone he had known for quite a while.

In fact he had been living with her for months now...