Hey everyone!
I know that I haven't uploaded anything in a LONG while, but just know that another fanfic is in the works as we speak!
Now, after my horrible failure at NaNoWriMo last month, I decided to give myself another little challenge to help me get back into writing every day, after writing about once a week last month.
So this challenge that I'm giving myself is an advent calender with a new chapter to be written and posted every day.
I have been looking forward to this for a while, or at least getting back into Twilight Fanfiction even if the fandom is starting to die out.
Now, please sit back and enjoy the prelude to my advent adventure- Carol of the Bells
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters or plot points.
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Prelude: As the Valkyries Sang
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"Alright Whitney, push at the next contraction, okay?"
The woman gave a terse nod as she was breathing heavily, her husband's hand caught in a death grip within her own. This was the second time that this had happened, not that they weren't grateful that they had been blessed with another child, it was the child's fate that they feared.
"You can do it Hon." The man whispered in his wife's ear, wishing he could take all her pain away. His russet skin was in stark contrast to her alabaster tone, which was currently painted red with the stress of childbirth.
Another scream built in her throat.
"Push now Whitney!" The woman crouched between her widespread legs ordered, watching as the baby's head slipped out of its mother. To her, there was nothing as magical as childbirth, when a new life was brought into the world, and she felt honored every time she bore witness to the event. The strength of will a mother had to possess in order to not only birth the baby, but carry it for nine months and care to its every whim during the first few years of life was something she admired, and wished that she could experience for herself.
The scream died in the mother's mouth as the pain passed, her breathing once again heavy and labored, her knuckles white from the grip on her husbands hand.
"It's alright hun, now for the shoulders and the worst of it is over."
"The next one's coming Whitney, I need a big push from you this time, your husband's right- this one has to get the shoulders out, then we're home free."
The mother simply nodded, breathing so heavily and rapidly that she had given up on trying to get it back under control.
"Big push Whitney, big push!" the woman ordered, and with a great effort from the mother, a baby girl slid out onto the birthing blanket. "Congratulations, it's a beautiful baby girl." The woman told them as she began to clamp the umbilical cord. "Would you like to cut it Rick?"
"Sure." The father replied as he reluctantly released his wife's hand and took the scissors in his hand, cutting his baby girl from her connection with her mother.
"Now to deliver the placenta…" The woman muttered to herself "Holy cow!" she exclaimed "Another one's coming Whitney, he's crowning!"
"Rick, I swear that you are never going to put your dick in me ever again!" the mother screamed.
"Sandra, can you seal it off?" the woman requested of the nurse watching her first birthing with a red face.
"Yes Dannielle." The nurse replied as she took the newborn child from the woman's hand.
The woman shifted her gaze to the father, looking longingly after his child. "You'll have plenty of time to smother her later Rick. Your wife needs your hand back." She ordered, glancing back to her work. "You've dialated seven centimeters already Whitney, only a little longer before you can push."
"Rick I swear..!"
"I know honey, no more kids." The father whispered softly to his wife, squeezing her hand gently.
"Next time round I need you to push again Whitney!" Another contraction hit the mother "Now Whitney!"
The mother screamed again as she pushed.
"I need more Whitney, we need his nose out now!" the woman snapped as she noticed the head wasn't coming out as cleanly as with his sister, when a thought shot through her head, followed by incredible guilt. She inhaled a deep breath before she yelled "Stop pushing Whitney! Sandra, go get Jazz, we need to perform a Cezerian Section on this guy."
"No!" The mother screamed, panic quickly shooting through her body just as fast as the pain had.
"Whitney, I need you to calm down or you'll lose the baby for certain!"
"Come on babe, please calm down…" the father begged the woman as the nurse returned with another woman.
"Jazz, please calm her down."
The new woman nodded and locked gazes with the mother. The mother's heart rate went down as the panic seemed to flow from her body.
"Rick, please keep her attention away from me." The first woman said as she readied a scalpel and injected a syringe of morphine in the woman's arm.
More than an hour later, the woman signed off on two birth certificates. One for Isabella Marie Lahote, and the other for Renair Joseph Lahote.
And so sang the Valkyries, beauteous melodies to the sky of the last two of three who would end a reign of terror over the children the gods loved as their own. They sang of what the children would awaken to and of what they would become. Of how Lachesis would give them generous lengths in agreement with her sisters. Songs were sung that told the tales of a family divided, brought back together out of an ethereal love for each other. Those that floated through the air wove vast tales of the destinies the three children would face, of the troubadours they would become, of the spirits they would host.
Songs were sung of their fate and those who shared their fate before them. Of the carols that would be sung, of the bells that would be rung, of the wolves that would howl and of the notes that would be played; of the orchestra that would be formed and of the reward they would reap; and of the family they would keep.
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