I lived in a pretty secluded area, their were trees surrounding the mansion, and a dirt pavement that was they way to the Main Street from here. I've been opening my home to things and people I didn't even know existed, I mean possessed dolls? A demon that feasts on flesh? What's next a spirit? I scoff at the though

I sigh as I walk around my perimeter, I didn't mind living in a big house especially now that I have all of the killers lining with me, I'm a rich outsider to the town, just down the main road but I didn't mind it.

No one seemed to bother me and they minded their own business, but if you drive a bit further than the small town you hit a small city that's where I go to protect the women.

A noise snaps me out of my train of thoughts, it was rustling coming from beyond the forest line, deeper in the forest than I could see. I hear a small baby like scream coming from the way of the noise, I don't think twice before running towards the noises, I know very stupid and white of me but someone could be hurt.

When I finally reach where the screaming is coming from, I was surprised to see two chubby men, and Michel. One of the buff men wore a mask that looked as if it were made out of skin and the other wore a mussel looking thing.

Michael's knife was in the one with a full face of skin, causing him to let out the babyish cries.

"Michel!" I shout rushing towards them, finally drawing their attention. "What are you doing? Who are they?" I question in confusion, Michel sighs before backing away for a minute keeping me behind him and he face them and pulls out a note pad. Once he finished writing in it he hands it to me.

'Intruders.' Was the only word written making me sigh holding a hand up to Michel telling him to wait here, he nods in agreement. The baby man was now whimpering holding the spot where Michels knife previously was.

I walk towards them, causing the non-injured one to grow, and stand in front of the other.

"I mean no harm." I speak out loud and clear holding my hands up in innocence, "please let me look at the wound." I asks sincerely, he huffs and nods before stepping aside but keeping a close eye on me. I step closer to the man baby one, and I moved closer he inched back. "I'm not going to hurt you, it's okay." I whisper soothingly he finally stops feeling comfortable enough to let me touch his arm, he whimpers as I put slight pressure on the wound making me sigh. I stand up facing the other one. "He needs stitches, we can take him back to our place. I'm sure Hannibalwouldnt mind stitching him up." I speak out, causing the injured one to shake his head no rapidly.

"You- you ha-have to do it." He speaks out his voice child like. I sigh contemplating, before I finally agree. I lead the back to my house, which being me to how I'm standing over the man child's arm with a needle and thread with Hannibal talking me through it as he would let him touch him, only me.

Cries, and Whimpers- come from the man I'm now stitching, I feel terrible. For some reason it makes my heart ache, and I don't know these guys from a can of paint. I know this one has a mentality of a child, and the other one is much overprotective. His blood manages to get all over my hands and clothes- which I don't mind nor care of.

When I'm done I briefly put a knot in the thread, and snip the access with scissors. I sigh out in relief and pour some of the sterile alcohol, and bandage it according to how Hannibal explains it to me.

"You did amazing amore mio." He mumble to me as I back away from the now freshly bandaged man, he doesn't hesitate to pull me in for a hug, blood all over me or not.

"Can you just explain, what I explain to everyone- assuming they might need a place to stay- I'm in desperate need of a shower?" I ask softly, he nods and I walk up to the bathroom.

My daughter is at daycare still for another hour or so- so maybe I can get some work done, and then go to pick her up in like 40. The daycares in the town, which is only like 10-15 minutes down the road.

I grab my labtop and settle sitting crisscrossed on the couch, with a show on that can play in the background as I work- making sure to keep track of time so I don't forget to pick my little girl up.