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When my stomach first started to bulge, a fear that no terror had struck within me before consumed me.
Of course my first trails of thought weren't conventional tracks. I didn't first jump to the conclusion of pregnancy like other women would have. But they are human. I am not.
And now I watch in wonder and trepidation as my middle expands, as my dead blood pulses with a long gone heartbeat to fuel the hot-blooded little child that's curled inside my desolate womb.
Though I have had my plate refilled with fine-looking men in the past few months, I don't have a doubt or second thought to who the father is.
People call children miracles, little angels. And I only know one angel that could have brought me this so-called miracle.
I began to laugh at myself, recalling the times when torture and heartbreak was a form of foreplay between us.
And now Angel found a new game for us to play, and this will be so much more complex than simply knocking him unconscious in a burning barn and riding away on the last horse. I always won our games, and Angelus would punish me in the most bloodthirsty ways that the memory of still charms my death during the day.
But I'm getting this dreadful feeling that I'm going to lose this time.
When my stomach first started to bulge, a fear that no terror had struck within me before consumed me.
Of course my first trails of thought weren't conventional tracks. I didn't first jump to the conclusion of pregnancy like other women would have. But they are human. I am not.
And now I watch in wonder and trepidation as my middle expands, as my dead blood pulses with a long gone heartbeat to fuel the hot-blooded little child that's curled inside my desolate womb.
Though I have had my plate refilled with fine-looking men in the past few months, I don't have a doubt or second thought to who the father is.
People call children miracles, little angels. And I only know one angel that could have brought me this so-called miracle.
I began to laugh at myself, recalling the times when torture and heartbreak was a form of foreplay between us.
And now Angel found a new game for us to play, and this will be so much more complex than simply knocking him unconscious in a burning barn and riding away on the last horse. I always won our games, and Angelus would punish me in the most bloodthirsty ways that the memory of still charms my death during the day.
But I'm getting this dreadful feeling that I'm going to lose this time.