Words caressed my mind telling me of things to come though they didn't feel it important enough to tell me the down and dirty details that I really wanted to know. Fuckers. As it stood though, I was bestowed with enough to know that I needed to get my ass in gear and up north quick, fast and in a fucking hurry. It told me the exact location I was to be at and the precise moment I had to be there, but not what I was running into or what I needed to be ready for.

I, however, have been dealing with this cryptic ass bullshit long enough to know when I could ignore them and when it was necessary to listen like a good little bitch. If my sire thought this shit was annoying, he really had no idea. So, without thought, I was out the door and charging headlong into the unknown like a fucking moron.

The voices in my head never put me in overly dangerous situations that I wasn't able to get out with a little common fucking sense. I had a theory that they didn't want to die either, so I wasn't overly worried. They were also good for getting out of situations I found myself in by not paying attention, telling me I was probably right.

Human mental issues didn't have SHIT on me.

So, for two days I ran nonstop from my out of the way little piece of paradise into what could only be described as human hell. I couldn't actually feel the temperature of the air, but even MY breath was visible and I run a frosty, but normal, 37 degrees; colder than humans and only slightly warmer than a block of ice. Perfect health for my kind. However, if my icy cool breaths could be seen on the still air, it was fucking cold.

I gave the area a once over and recognized the place nearly immediately. I have house 25 miles south from here. What in the name off all fuck was I doing here and not there? On more than one occasion I have gotten the feelings and whispers to relocate to different residence I owned, but it was TO the residence, not in the general vicinity.

The tundra of northern Canada was a really nice place for my kind. Since no humans ever ventured up this far, we were literally free to do whatever the fuck we wanted, up to and including, running stark fucking naked across the snow and no one would ever know. I know this since I embrace my inner nudist as often as I can. I am a firm believer that clothing is always optional, no matter where you are or in what company.

A fact that my brother's current distraction loathes with every fiber of her makeup.

Since I know that I was there for a reason, I gave the area a once moreover, trying to figure out what the fuck I was there for. I couldn't sense a fucking thing close to me and the blizzard was throwing off my sight. As good as my eyes are, nothing but white that flows and dances in no particular pattern fucks up my perception and throws me for a confused loop. I wasn't quite where my ultimate destination was yet but as of the moment, I saw no reason to be here.

Since I couldn't rely on my vampiric abilities to figure this out, I was stuck going as a snail's pace as I closed the distance on my final destination. My eyes darted every which way taking in everything I could see as I took one slow step at a time, pausing here and there to strain my hearing for the tiniest sound I could pick up in the howling wind.

It was on one of these pauses that I heard it, barely audible over the whistles of the wind and trees. It was no louder than the flutter of a humming bird's wings but I knew EXACTLY what it was. What it was doing out here I had no fucking clue, but I KNEW beyond doubt that someone fucked up in a BIG way. Not only had the little son of a bitch hunted in what could be considered my territory, but they didn't even make sure the fucker was dead dead before moving on, leaving the newborn to wake up on their own in the middle of no fucking where with no parental supervision. With a slight growl, I decided to figure that part of this situation out later. First order of business was to figure out who the hell this was and how long I had before I had to deal with an infant; a hungry, pissed off and confused as all hell infant.

I flitted straight to the sound, now knowing what I was looking for. Dropping to my knees next to a mound of snow, I began to dig, throwing snow all over the place like a dog burying a bone. This time of year there is constant blizzards and rapped snow accumulation, which being the main reason that I tend to stick farther south, so there was quite of bit snow to move to get the poor bastard. When I hit the ice block at the bottom, I wasn't really surprised. Human sweat through much of the change, their body heat melting the snow around them so once they begin to cool the water turns to ice encasing them like the fucking missing link; a really shitty way to wake up to this life I would imagine.

After uncovering the popsicle for the most part, I used my shirt to whip off the ice over their face. I then squinted a little to get a look at the new requite to the vampire world. Imagine my fucking surprise to see the perfect stone features of a fuck hot female under the block of ice. That was not what I expected to find, not that I had any idea what the hell to expect at this point, but it was certainly not that. If anything, I expected a brawny mother fucker ready to go ten rounds with Satan, not a tiny 98 pound little girl.

Giving myself a moment to order my thoughts, I leaned a little closer to the ice, getting a better look inside and clearer shot at the speed her heart was beating to find out when she was going to wake up. I would give her another couple of hours but no more than that, IF that. Closing my eyes, I ran through recent reports of missing humans that in anyway resembled her so I knew if arrangements needed to be figured out to kill her off to the human world. The only thing that can to mind was a plane crash a few days ago. They had found the wreckage of the plane and a lot of dead humans, both intact and not so intact, but that was over a hundred miles from here. I knew they were still looking to account for everyone but I didn't want to include her in that until I knew for sure. They already reported no survivors so I wasn't worried about anyone looking for her that way, but I didn't know for sure she was a passenger and until I did, well, no use opening a can of worms before getting to the fishing hole. That would lead to WAY too many fucking problems and raising a newborn was hard enough without added complications.

Yes, I had every intention of raising the baby to adulthood. This wasn't in anyway the little lady's fault, only fucked up circumstances, so I couldn't bring myself to leave her on her own where she would be in constant danger of pissing someone off and getting hurt or killed. I didn't know any other vampires that regulared the area like I tend to do from time to time, but that didn't mean that one or more hadn't moved in in the time I have been gone. One of the biggest no-no's in the vampire world was hunting in another's territory and when I get my hands on the one that hunted in mine, I was gonna fuck 'em up. Never mind the fact that they left one hell of a mess for me to clean up on top of it. Little son of a whore.

Yeah, I wasn't a happy fucker at the moment.

Scratching the back of my head, I cocked it to the side a little as I took in the current issue of getting her out of the ice without causing any damage to her. She was certainly far enough into the change that it probably wouldn't hurt, but not far enough that any form of regeneration would occur and damage sustained would be permanent. Pursing my lips, seeing that the only way to get her out was to break her out, I said a silent prayer that she wouldn't get damaged in the process, brought my arm back, formed a fist, and slammed it as hard as I could into the block to the side of her torso, cracking the frozen prison like a spider's web across the face and down the sides.

I grimace in response to the screams could now be heard clear as day as the fire continued to consume her body. Yeah, Little Lady, I know all about that shit. Digging my fingers into the cracks, I began to break it away in both large chunks and small chips. Mother fucker this shit was strong. It took a decent amount of time to get her completely free of the self-made prison, but eventually, there was nothing left but slush covering her rapidly paling flesh.

Once she was free, her back arched and her head went back as a soul ripping scream was ripped from her toes and giving life enough to leave my ears ringing. Grunting at the sound, I gave the area one last once over, making absolutely sure that there was NO ONE around before looking back at my new pet project. Heaving a quiet sigh, I grabbed her by her bicep and hoisted her up to a sitting position before shifting her into a fireman's carry over my shoulder. Shrugging a little to get her into proper position and ensuring my grip was firm enough I didn't drop her, I turned from what was her tomb and tore off across the ground to make the ten minute run to my house, her screams and shrieks of agony and death floating to the heavens for God to hear since I wasn't giving a shit.