Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon or anything associated with the Inheritance Cycle. I don't own the song The Night either, all credit to that goes to Disturbed. And even though I told myself to not add anymore lyrics/songs, this one just shimmied into the story without me noticing. And (unfortunately) it's there to stay.
Claimer: I, SussieKitten, own this plot and the story. Borrow or steal my plot, my original characters (Aksel) or story and I will report you. I also own my version of Saphira/Thorn's human appearances, and the universe and versions of the creatures I use in this story (hydras and chimeras in particular).
Warnings: Slash/Shōnen-ai – meaning mild guy x guy action. Femslash/Shōjo-ai – meaning mild girl x girl action. Swearing or strong language. Supernatural creatures – there will be mainly elves, dragons, vampires and werewolves in this. Mpreg – meaning male pregnancy people! If any of this disturbs you, click on the "back" button. I won't tolerate any flames.
A/N Thanks to everyone who read, review, fav'ed and/or put this story on alert! You're all the reason this story is really kicking off! I told myself that Black Mist was going to be my top priority, but then I got a major inspiration for this story and I just had to write. Don't worry though, a new chapter of BM is hopefully just around the corner.
I'm trying out a new way of writing dialogue ("Word," s/he said.). I hope I managed not to totally screw it up :sweatdrop: But anyway, now you know. Just so that you know that it's still SK writing here, she's just trying to broaden her horizons. :wink:
A huge thanks to my beta Illyric, who not only finds errors but also has been an inspiration while writing this!
Word – word written in my language Andelan
-Speech.- Eragon and Saphira/Thorn and Saphira talking to each other mentally
OBESSION
Part Two; Troubles Ahead
::April::
When Eragon woke up he felt groggy, but that was not a new feeling. It was when he didn't wake up and felt groggy that he knew the night had been a bad one. But the morning still felt a little out of place.
Eragon sat up and frowned when he didn't recognize his surroundings. And his arm was tingling painfully, but he knew that was because he had slept on it. He brushed the hair out of his eyes and sat up. Or rather, he tried to. He nearly fell out of the bed when two arms tightened around his waist and pulled him back down. Without meaning to, he let out a loud yelp.
Saphira shot up from the neighbour bed and was by his side instantly. She didn't even open her eyes before she was by the bed. But what she did next surprised him. Saphira was barely able to smother an amused snort before she started to laugh loudly. It was then the owner of the arms around Eragon started to wake up.
"Nuh? Who's there?"
Saphira giggled loudly into her hands and seemed to be unable to stand up straight.
"Oh my God, you guys look so cute!" she practically squealed before she started to laugh again.
Eragon felt realization hit him. He shoved his elbow into the stomach behind him and scrambled out of the bed.
"Aksel, you idiot!" he yelled and smoothed down his t-shirt as he glared at the groggy blond in his bed.
"What now?" Aksel asked in-between yawns.
"How the fuck did you end up in my bed, huh?" Eragon snapped.
"Saphira fell asleep in mine, don't you remember? And since we were both dead tired, we just crashed in yours," the blond explained and ran a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.
"Oh," Eragon muttered.
His memory had proven to be rather crappy lately. He needed to do something about that.
"Oh, I should so have taken a picture of you two!" Saphira gushed. "You looked so adorable!"
"Guys aren't meant to be adorable, Saph," Aksel commented and got out of the bed with much more grace than Eragon was able to do while fully awake.
"That might be right about you," she replied with a smirk.
"Oy!"
"What's going on?" Brom barked from the door way.
The three teens turned to face him, sheepish looks on their faces.
"Aksel and Eragon were just being cute," Saphira said and smiled. "But we're all up now, sir."
Brom grumbled under his breath. He didn't look more awake than the two boys.
"Alright, since we're all up, let's get this show on the road," Brom sighed. "Saphira, you're coming with me. You two...make some lunch. But burn down my kitchen and you die."
Aksel gulped. Saphira just giggled as she followed the older man out of the room and waved as she left.
"...You know how to cook, right?" Aksel asked meekly. "I'd rather not die."
Eragon rolled his eyes. He quickly found some clothes and walked out of the room to change.
"Hey!" the blond called after him.
"Just change, Aksel! I'll fix the rest," he called back.
Really, it was too early in the morning to have to deal with all of this.
:OBSESSION:
"Sir, what are we doing here?" Saphira said as she buried herself deeper into her jacket.
Brom however was too busy grumbling to himself, mostly in Andelan. He was mumbling too quickly for Saphira to catch every word he was saying. After hearing a couple of well-chosen swear-phrases, she figured he was still grumbling over Eragon's situation.
Saphira sighed quietly and proceeded to look around in the mall. Brom had driven them to the shopping centre in the other end of town. Saphira had an inkling that he wanted to minimize the chances of being recognized, but why Brom was being so cautious was still a little unclear to her.
"Sir?"
"Hmm, did you say something?" Brom said and managed to finally tear himself out of his thoughts.
"Why are we here?" Saphira asked again.
"To help Eragon, of course," Brom said and buried his nose into a list he must have written the night before.
"But why here?" the blue haired girl wanted to know.
"I have friends here," Brom explained; his eyes twinkling slightly as he suddenly sidestepped into a shop.
Saphira stared after him. She hadn't even been aware of the shop until Brom had walked into it. And once she saw what it was, she wondered what the older man could possibly want inside of it.
"Did you get it?" Brom just finished saying when Saphira walked inside.
Behind the counter stood a strawberry blonde young woman. Her bracelets twinkled in the light as she moved.
"Of course," she replied with a small smile. "Anything for a dear friend."
Saphira watched as the other woman handed Brom a paper bag and put something else into it with a wink.
"Let me know if there's anything else the young boy might need," she said and waved Brom off.
The older man chuckled slightly and began to walk back out of the store. The clerk then noticed Saphira. She gave her a respectful nod. Saphira blinked in surprise. For some reason, she just knew that this woman knew that she was a hydra. The blue haired girl returned the gesture before leaving the shop.
"What did you get?" she asked as she caught up with Brom.
"Hmm? Oh, just something I hope we won't need. Or heads will roll," he replied with a barely audible dark undertone.
Saphira frowned. For some reason, that phrase worried her more than she suspected it should have.
:OBSESSION:
Eragon watched Aksel hum as the blond stared out of the window. His right leg was bouncing up and down in a nervous manner.
"Are you okay?" Eragon asked as he continued to pull out the necessary dishes for their early lunch.
Aksel stopped humming to let out a questioning sound. Then he continued to hum once again, this time starting to move his body to some music only he could hear. Even his leg had started to bounce in another tempo.
"You're humming," Eragon stated dryly as he started to set the table.
"It keeps me calm," Aksel piped up before he continued his humming.
Eragon watched in morbid fascination as the other started to practically dance in his seat.
"What the hell are you humming to?" the brunet asked. "And it better not be perverted."
"It's not," the blond replied. "Give into the night!"
Eragon blinked. What the fuck?
"Aksel?"
"Oh, sorry," Aksel said and pushed himself to his feet. "This song just always makes me wanna dance."
"What song?" Eragon asked and watched his friend with suspicion.
"The Night!" Aksel exclaimed. "Haven't you heard it? There can be no better way of knowing, in a world beyond controlling. Are you going to deny the saviour, in front of your eyes? Stare into the night!"
"Um, no," Eragon replied as he blinked in shock. "Can't say I have."
"Should have figured. The band might be a bit too dark for ya," Aksel said and sighed.
"...Then why are you bouncing around to it?" the brunet said and continued to set the table.
"Cos the music is so easy to bounce around to!" the green eyed male replied excitedly. "When I think about it, mostly dark creatures listen to them, I think. The band isn't exactly a hundred percent human."
Eragon shook his head. What bands had only human members these days?
"Whatever, weirdo," he muttered.
But Aksel just carried on half dancing half bouncing around in the room. Eragon ran a hand over his face and tried to kill the will to slap Aksel for just being annoying.
"We're back!"
Eragon leaned onto the table and breathed out in relief.
"We're in the kitchen," he called back.
He heard Saphira and Brom walk across the floor and smiled when he saw his best friend enter the room.
"You kid, stop that immediately!" Brom barked as he stepped over the threshold.
Aksel stopped mid-motion. A second later his arm had snapped up, his back had straightened and he almost looked like a solider where he stood saluting the older man. Eragon sniggered quietly.
"Haven't your mother taught you anything?" Brom snapped. "No dancing and humming when you're maturing."
"Why?" Saphira asked.
"You don't want to know," Brom said and sat down to eat almost as if nothing strange had just happened.
"Sorry," Aksel said and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
They all started to eat in silence. Eragon couldn't help but to notice that Brom had a small bag at his feet. He wondered what was in it, and at the same time, dreaded to know.
"Eragon, the bag isn't going anywhere," Brom said amusedly. "You can stop staring at it."
Eragon felt a hot blush enter his cheeks.
"Besides, this will be in your hands in a few minutes."
Oh yeah, Eragon was definitely dreading to know the content of that bag.
They finished eating, and Saphira gathered the dishes before anyone else could. But considering the people she had eaten with, Eragon figured she had known no one else would jump up to do it anytime soon.
"Now, I ask you not to panic at what I'm giving to you," Brom said in a quiet voice.
Eragon gulped. He really wished Brom had formulated that sentence better. Now he knew he was going to panic.
"Just follow the instructions, and you should get an accurate result," the older man said; his lips pursed slightly in what Eragon could only guess to be embarrassment.
Eragon accepted the bag and peeked inside. All he could see was a new change of clothes and a book. But under the clothes he could see something peeking out.
"Go into the bathroom and come out once you've...done it."
Eragon blushed. By the way Brom was talking; he almost thought he had to give a sperm sample or something! The brunet clenched the bag tighter in his hand and quietly walked into the bathroom. He locked the door for good measure. Then he proceeded to empty the bag. He placed the clothes on top of the toilet and took out the book. It was wrapped, and the only way he knew it was a book was from the shape of the packaging. Eragon shrugged and reached into the bag for the final item.
The small package fell from his hand and he stepped back in shock, his eyes never leaving the thin object. There was no way Brom could have bought that!! In his haste to get away from the object, he crashed into the sink and a pained gasp left him.
"Eragon?!" Saphira asked worriedly.
"I'm fine," he called back in a strained voice. "But I'm not doing it!"
He knew what you did with those things. There was no fucking way he was doing that!
"Son, you have to. It's for your own good."
"Yeah, like I believe that!" Eragon exclaimed hysterically.
"Eragon, it's the only way we can tell," Brom said through the door.
Eragon bit his lip. His eyes hadn't left the small object even while he had talked to the others.
"Eragon, please," Saphira begged.
The brunet gulped. Slowly he stepped away from the sink. He hesitantly bent down and picked the object up. He stared at it and just knew he was as white as a sheet. He gulped again.
"Oh, why me?" he whispered.
A minute later he was horribly embarrassed and his cheeks were aflame. Eragon had changed per Brom's request, and was now just waiting for the next two minutes to pass. One minute later he was going crazy. Every breath he took was choking him. And ten seconds later he had opened the door and run outside.
"I can't do it. I can't wait," Eragon breathed hysterically and buried his face into a couch cushion.
Aksel surprisingly enough sat down next to him and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. Saphira padded into the bathroom and came out with something in her hand. Eragon buried his face deeper into the material and willed himself to wake up. He had to be dreaming, he just had to!
"What's the result?" Brom asked in a distinctly choked voice.
When Saphira failed to reply, Eragon slowly looked up. Her face was white and her eyes were shielded by her hair. Aksel's grip tightened and Eragon could hear him start to mutter that he had only been joking, that he had never meant any harm. Brom's hands, which had been clenched into fists, turned white around the knuckles. Saphira's hand around the test tightened and she opened her mouth.
"...It's negative."
:OBSESSION:
Murtagh was not happy. Granted, when was he? But that day he was in an unusually dark mood, and he could tell that it wasn't making Thorn any less annoyed with him.
"They haven't completely shunned you. You should seek some counselling," Thorn said gruffly.
Murtagh just sneered in answer. Going back to those old geezers was the last thing he wanted to do. The vampires, like all creatures, had a sort of hierarchy. They had a council which consisted of the oldest living vampires at that time. They were never replaced unless one of them died or was killed. And to top it all off, their rules totally clashed with Murtagh's. The reason most of them shunned him was that he had killed his own father, who had been a very high-ranked vampire himself. So Murtagh simply refused to have anything to do with them.
"Fine," Thorn growled. "Then go to a magical clinic or something! You aren't well."
Murtagh's sneer deepened.
"Really? I had no idea. What clued you in?" he spat.
Thorn's glare intensified. He stalked over to his rider and stared down at him. Murtagh just lifted an eyebrow.
"Sometimes I just want to kill you."
Murtagh laughed. He pushed himself up in the bed and smirked.
"By all means, go ahead."
Thorn growled. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and let out a sigh.
"I just had to get stuck with a suicidal bastard, didn't I?" he muttered darkly.
Murtagh just chuckled amusedly. Thorn's glare, if possible, darkened even more.
"Well, if you won't go to a doctor, I'll just have to bring one here," he said in an annoyed voice.
"You wouldn't dare," Murtagh spat angrily.
"Try me," Thorn said and smirked. "No matter how much of an asshole you are, you're still my rider, and by default I then care about you. Go to a doctor, or I'm bringing one here."
Murtagh leaped to his feet and glared up at the red haired man. He ignored the pain that was shooting up his back and let his fangs grow.
"There is nothing wrong with me," he said threateningly.
"Sure, cos you hurt on a daily basis," Thorn drawled sarcastically.
"This has happened before. I just laid off AB-types back then. I must have bitten an AB by mistake," Murtagh said darkly. "But I'm not seeing a doctor."
Vampires, despite common belief, didn't go for just any person. There were some blood-types they couldn't drink or they would get sick. How sick varied from how much blood they had drunk to how much the blood-type would clash with their own.
"I don't buy it," Thorn stated dryly. "It hasn't hurt this much before."
"So what? Maybe I bit two AB's then?"
"And you just felt it now?" Thorn laughed cruelly. "No way."
Murtagh let out a deep growl. He wasn't going to a doctor, and that was it. Too bad that Thorn was just as stubborn as he was.
"Don't make me kill you," the hazel eyed man hissed.
"How do you know my blood isn't poisonous to you?" Thorn said amusedly and laughed. "Besides, who would you have to insult then? You need me, no matter how much you deny it."
"You need me more than I need you," Murtagh spat and turned away from the other.
That had been a low blow, and Murtagh knew it, but since when had he cared about someone else's feelings?
"You keep telling yourself that," Thorn said deadpanned. "Until you find your mate, and if you ever do, I'm the only one you have. There are more out there willing to accept me than you."
Murtagh sneered. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and glared at the wall. If Thorn had been human, or another vampire for that matter, he wouldn't have hesitated to kill him by now. But sadly, despite Thorn's jibes, he wasn't suicidal. He'd give himself a few more decades before he went crazy enough for that. Besides, it was such a hassle for a vampire to kill oneself. He'd have to find wannabe slayer and pray they hit right, which he was sure only happened once in a millennia, if that often. God only knew how dumb people had gotten during the last couple of hundred years.
"Good," Murtagh said finally. "I like to be alone."
He heard Thorn sigh heavily.
"By all means, don't let me stop you."
Murtagh listened to Thorn walk out of the room and slam the door shut. Murtagh rolled his eyes and sat back down onto the bed. His back protested as he did so. Really, it was killing him. Too bad he couldn't kill it back.
:OBSESSION:
Eragon nearly sobbed in relief. He buried his face into his hands and felt laughter build up inside of him. Thank god, it was negative!
Brom let out a thoughtful sound. Eragon looked up, wondering why he wasn't celebrating with them. Granted, Saphira still looked a little shocked, though relieved, and Aksel was dancing around in some sort of happiness, but at least they expressed relief.
"You should do another just to be sure," Brom said and rubbed his chin.
"What? No!" Eragon exclaimed. "I'm not peeing on another stick!"
Aksel let out a semi-giggle. Eragon vowed to deal with him later.
"Eragon, we need to be sure that this is an accurate result. Pregnancy tests aren't a hundred percent accurate."
Eragon blushed slightly at the word. He realised then that no one had actually uttered the dreaded 'p' word before then.
"But, that was the only one in the bag, and -"
"I always come prepared," the older man said and pulled out not one, but two more pregnancy tests out of his pocket.
Eragon paled. What on earth had he gotten two more for?!
"Go on," Saphira said softly. "You want to be sure, right?"
The brunet frowned. Something was really off about Saphira. She had been acting weird since last night.
"...Alright," he murmured softly. "But I don't like this."
"Do them both, son," Brom said and handed over both of the packages.
Eragon just coughed awkwardly and half-ran into the bathroom again. He immerged a minute later and sat back down onto the couch. There was still no way he was going to read the results for himself.
Saphira walked into the bathroom once again and came out with two more sticks. Aksel looked at them in morbid fascination. Eragon just continued to stare pointedly away from the tests. Finally one minute and a half ticked by.
"Well?" Brom asked with a slight worry in his voice.
Saphira took a deep breath. She looked at the first test and her eyes widened. She hurriedly looked at the second and paled.
"I knew it," she whispered.
"What?" Eragon choked out.
He really didn't like the look on Saphira's face.
"Positive. They're both positive."
It took Eragon a few seconds to process the words. A moment later he fell over in a dead-faint.
:OBSESSION:
When Eragon woke up he was sure it had all been a dream. But then he felt the soft throbbing in the back of his head and the worried looks on everyone's faces. He looked into Saphira's eyes for confirmation.
-I'm sorry,- she whispered softly.
"No...this can't be happening," Eragon's voice was steadily rising in volume. "This can't be happening!!"
"You need to calm down, son," Brom said with a worried frown. "You shouldn't get too upset."
"Why the fuck not?!"
"Eragon!" Saphira scolded.
"While you're just a week along, mixed creature pregnancies can be a bit tricky. This was one of the bumpy rides I was referring to," Brom said and his frown deepened. "That bloyean is as good as dead."
"Sir, let's not get too hasty," the blue haired girl protested.
"He dared to defile the boy I view as my surrogate son. He's going down," Brom growled.
"Aksel, what does bloyean mean?" Eragon asked quietly, feeling a little desperate to focus on anything other than the life that was growing inside of him.
Or, seeing as the other parent was a vampire, perhaps it was more appropriate to refer to it as the non-life that was growing inside of him.
"Vampire," Aksel answered lowly, his mouth stretched into a thin line.
Eragon winced. So much for keeping his mind off the matter.
"That vampire is a rider!" Saphira protested loudly, quickly bringing back the other two males into the conversation.
Brom paused. A look flashed in his eyes, but it passed too quickly for Eragon to make out what it had been.
"...A rider?" he asked lowly.
Saphira nodded sharply. Brom's frown deepened. He started to mutter to himself and the three young adults watched him pace around in the room.
"Tell me more about him," he demanded a few minutes later.
"Um, he was about twenty. Dark hair, light eyes, pale, about Aksel's height..." Saphira explained, biting her lip in concentration. "And he had a fascination for black."
Brom scowled. He stalked over to the fireplace in the room and stared out of the window beside it. He stood in silence for many minutes. Eragon tried to understand why Brom was so upset, but thinking those thoughts only made Eragon remind a night he so dearly wished he could remember. And at the same time the brunet tried to forget everything he had ever learned about vampires.
"Saphira, do you see that painting?" Brom asked, not looking away from the window as he pointed to the painting hanging beside his bookcase.
"Yes, sir," Saphira replied.
"Does he remind you of the vampire?"
Eragon paled. He knew who was in that painting. Brom couldn't possibly think that...
"Um..." Saphira bit her lip. "Maybe a little."
"Anilx," the older man growled. "Did he tell you his name?"
"His dragon did," Saphira said and paused. "But...I can't remember it for some reason."
"That would be the spell the other hydra put on you," Brom said gruffly. "You don't remember either, do you, Eragon?"
The older man had turned around by then. The brunet meekly shook his head in answer.
"If you find out what it is, let me know," the older man said and crossed his arms. "It would help us."
"How?" Saphira asked.
But Brom didn't answer. Eragon stared down at his hands. They were shaking mildly. He clenched them into fists, and watched as they still continued to shake. When he sighed, it was shaky and told of his inner turmoil.
"Every weekend Eragon will sleep in my guestroom. And until the pregnancy is over, I would like you, Aksel, to sleep in Eragon's room. Yes, that means moving in with Eragon and Saphira. Eragon can't be alone under any circumstances. We're going to get him through this unscratched."
Eragon felt tears build up behind his eyes. He wasn't sure if they were angry, sad or frustrated tears. He blocked out the rest of Brom's speech. All he could hear was the life he knew fall to pieces around his ears.
:OBSESSION:
Thorn was frowning. Murtagh had been a real pain in the ass the past couple of weeks. Granted, Murtagh was never easy to be around, but lately he had been impossible to even be in the same room as! And Thorn had no idea what was wrong.
Thorn was sitting atop of the club he worked in. He knew that he would be easy to find there, be it by Murtagh or anyone else, but it was the first and the best place he could think of to go and think.
The hazel eyed man had bounced back just two days after he had woken up in pain. Thorn could clearly remember hearing his scream echo through their 'home'. He had never felt such terror run through him. But thankfully Murtagh was back to normal. The vampire was horribly irritated when he was in pain. And the vampire had sworn of AB-type people. Thorn snorted. As if his troubles could be fixed so easily.
The red haired man looked down into the alley he had seen Murtagh's then latest victim. He could remember everything as if it had been yesterday. He was sad he would never be able to see the blue haired hydra again. With the 'relationship' that was between their riders, they would never be able to pursuit a relationship of their own. And that was truly a shame. Thorn had never seen a more beautiful girl. Saphira had put every female he had ever seen, creature or no, to shame.
-Thorn?-
Thorn frowned. That wasn't Murtagh's voice and no one else but his rider should be able to contact him mentally. Or so he had believed.
-Who's there?- he snapped back threateningly.
-Oh good, it is you. Give me two minutes.-
Thorn was thoroughly confused. He didn't sit up, but he mentally prepared himself for whatever that was going to happen. Before he could reach out to ask who the other was, he heard someone approach. He sat up in a flash and turned around...and was confused once again.
"...What?" he whispered.
"Hey, Thorn," Saphira spoke softly. "We need to talk."
The red haired man frowned. Saphira felt sincere and non-threatening, but he knew better than to underestimate his opponents. Silently he nodded his head. Saphira smiled softly and slowly approached him. She sat down next to him and looked up at him. Thorn sighed and sat down as well.
"It was you who reached out to me then?"
Saphira nodded. She turned to face him more properly, a serious look on her face.
"I need to talk to you about your rider," she said bluntly.
Thorn blinked in shock. He slowly crossed his arms over his upturned knees and stared deeply into her blue eyes.
"What about him?" he asked.
"What is his name? I know you put some sort of spell on me and Eragon to make us forget," she said and frowned slightly.
"It was for your own good," Thorn said and sighed.
"I need to know his name," Saphira stressed.
"Why? I won't allow you to come after him. Plenty of people are already," Thorn said gruffly.
Saphira managed to look shocked and not at the same time.
"I won't. But I need to know. Eragon..." her voice trailed off.
Thorn sat up straight. He looked down at Saphira with narrowed eyes.
"What about your rider?" he asked suspiciously.
"I...he...it doesn't matter. I need to know his name, please."
Thorn shook his head.
"I can't tell you," he said softly.
Saphira was beginning to look desperate.
"Fine. Will you be staying in Carvahall much longer?" she asked instead.
"I'm not sure," Thorn answered honestly. "It all depends on his health. The moron managed to get himself hurt the other day."
A small look of fear flashed through Saphira's eyes. Thorn was instantly on high-alert.
"Why? What's going on?"
"I can't tell you," Saphira said and got to her feet. "I need to go."
"You're staying here," Thorn said and yanked her back down.
Saphira fell into his lap and Thorn circled his arms around her to prevent her from getting up. Their new position shrunk the distances between their faces drastically. Thorn could practically feel her breath on his lips. He forced himself to focus on the matter at hand.
"What is going on?" he asked again, more slowly this time.
Saphira bit her lip. She evaded her gaze and her shoulders slouched slightly. She was clearly hiding something.
"Something about my rider?" Thorn pressed on. "What did he do?"
"Besides scaring Eragon nearly to death!" Saphira exclaimed. "That bastard left Eragon a note. He fears for his life."
Thorn cursed under his breath. He knew Murtagh had snuck out that night, but had just pushed it away. Obviously Murtagh had paid Eragon a little visit, that asshole.
"I didn't know that," the redhead said. "He hasn't done that in a while. He prefer stalking over leaving creepy notes."
Saphira let out a hysterical laugh.
"Not helping my own fear, you know," she said humourlessly.
"But I know there's something more you're keeping from me," Thorn said in a steadily deepening voice.
Saphira sighed. She looked caught between spilling and escaping.
"I need to know first, are you going to stick around for long?" she asked quietly.
"Doubtfully," Thorn replied mournfully. "We'll probably be gone within the next two or so weeks. We rarely stay at the same place for more than a month. Next stop is...who knows. The bastard is the one with the map. I'm only the tag-along."
"What we don't do for your riders, huh?" Saphira murmured softly.
Thorn laughed bitterly in agreement. Saphira answered with a sad smile.
"Well, I'm waiting," Thorn said a second later, tightening the grip around the blue eyed girl's waist just in case she tried to bolt.
"Eragon...is dealing with a few...consequences after the run-in with your rider," she finally replied, though it was very hushed.
Thorn frowned. It took him a minute, but then it came to him. His eyes widened in shock.
"You fucker," he growled at his rider, and almost wished Murtagh was there to hear it. "Tell me he isn't."
"Eragon is," Saphira said sadly, her heart clearly breaking for her friend and rider.
Thorn continued to mutter curses under his breath. His grip around Saphira loosened, but before he could grab onto her again, he noticed that she hadn't gotten off of him. She was gazing sadly down at him with understanding in her eyes.
"Has this...happened before?" she asked with a hint of desperation in her voice.
Thorn sighed tiredly. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned forward. Saphira straightened up to allow the space between them to remain the same.
"Once or twice," the redhead said finally. "But M...my rider always killed the mother before the child could be carried to term. He refuses to become who his father was."
"His father -?"
"Yeah," Thorn said and nodded grimly. "My rider is a product of a vampire and human coupling. He wasn't happy when he found that out. While other vampires see him as a sort of purity -hell, they even offered him a future place in the council!- M...my rider has always hated himself for being who he is. It is not a nice thing to know that you've been bred."
Saphira winced.
"But don't worry, I won't tell him that his late conquest is bearing fruit, so to speak," Thorn said and gave her a slight smile. "I do feel for your rider, though. But with the proper environment, I've heard even vampires can be nurtured into kind creatures."
Saphira smiled sadly. She got up and brushed dust off her pants. She looked down at Thorn with an almost heartbroken look.
"I know. But this is going to break Eragon. His mother died while giving birth to him and his father abandoned him a second later. He lost his father figure when he was just fifteen, and the only one he can look up to right now is one of our professors. He has no idea how to be a parent," she paused and licked her lips. "But we're going to help him get through it."
"I'll try to get my rider out of the city a little faster," Thorn said and stood as well. "I'll make sure he doesn't find out."
Saphira smiled sadly.
-Thank you,- she whispered mentally before she turned around and left.
Thorn stared after her with a heavy mind. He couldn't help but to laugh bitterly before he started to head back to his 'home'.
"You've really done it this time, bastard," he muttered into the fading day.
:OBSESSION:
Eragon had refused to come out of the room since he had heard the news. It was now Sunday, and it had been approximately twenty-four hours since he had heard the news. He was pregnant.
Eragon sat on his bed, his head buried in his knees. Aksel had, from what he had heard through the door, crashed in another bedroom. He had simply refused to let anyone inside. All he wanted was to be alone and to force himself awake. It just couldn't be real. He couldn't be pregnant! He just couldn't be!!
Eragon hated his friends for having tricked him into going to that club. He hated the vampire for seducing him so easily. He hated himself for letting the vampire seduce him! He hated himself for having enjoyed that night in the alley. He hated the vampire for having knocked him up!!
The brunet sighed. He hadn't been able to cry, and suspected he wouldn't be able to either. All he could do was to hate. And how he hated.
In the back of his mind he knew he needed to go to school the next day, but at that moment school didn't matter. Two missed classes wasn't the end of the world. He could read those chapters later by himself.
Minutes passed with nothing going through his mind. Eragon uncurled one arm from around his knees and encircled his stomach. He lightly rubbed it. It didn't feel different, but he knew that it would with time. It was still so surreal. There was something, a person, growing inside of him. And all Eragon could think about that was that he was giving birth to a dead creature, a bloyean in its truest form; a bred vampire.
A small tear slipped down his cheek. Eragon rubbed it away on his knees and tightened his grip on his sweater. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
A/N Finally Murtagh appears :smirk: So, to those who wondered who the who guys were at the end of last chapter; it was indeed Murtagh and Thorn.
I really hope that I won't lose readers because Mpreg is officially in the story. Mpreg will play an important role in the story, so it's staying.
I also hope you all enjoyed the little Thorn/Saphira moment.
I do however have some bad news. I have yet been unable to get hold of a copy of Brisingr, meaning that I haven't gotten a chance to read it yet. I ask you all to please not leave any spoilers in the reviews. That would kill me. If I get a spoiler, I will go into a temporary hiatus. Then I won't be back, won't answer any reviews and maybe not PMs either until December at the earliest. I'm sorry, but I have to be strict on this.
On a better note, I've managed to write quite a bit on this story, so I will hopefully have a few more chapters out soon. Black Mist is on the other hand proving itself to be difficult to write. I have a finished chapter of it, but I won't post it until I've managed to get myself out of my current writing-block on chapter seven.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
Andelan Vocabulary:
Andelan – A language that is also called "Old Tongue". It's the language that Alagaësia and Surda spoke in the old days
Bloyean – The word for "vampire"
Anilx – A form of the word ilx. Basically means "damnit" or "goddamn"