1303
That's the number of vampires living in this world.
I am the 1303rd one.
I know it is normal to be the 1303rd one; it should be great for the vampires to have more.
But somehow something was not right.
They were staring at me, with those weird scary looks which I didn't understand.
I couldn't understand their hostility look towards me.
I looked back and suddenly I felt slight pain on my stomach. I looked down and there was a bulge.
I was. Pregnant?
I am supposed to be a vampire and…
I am actually pregnant?
This group of vampires surrounded me and behind, there was. Edward. Dead.
Then one of the vampires with scary look suddenly ran up to me, giving me those sharp fangs.
My companions
Were thinking of
Eating
Me.
And
My child inside.
