Whoot! Chapter three!
Remember this chapter is filler, for now, and a little messed up. Skip if you wish.
It's Jazz's turn now :3
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ZzZzZz (Jazz)
Chapter Three: Babies and Other Things
She couldn't tell anyone what was going on in her life, especially her little brother. Why would she? All it'll cause is pain and suffering. Why did she do this in the first place? Why did she continue to do this? Jazz didn't have any idea. In all honesty, especially to herself, she didn't care.
"Jazz." His voice echoed in her mind. Jazz turned to the person who spoke her name. There was a huge smile on her face. "How are you doing, my dear?"
"I'm doing alright. College is eating me alive but I'm eating back." Jazz said as she stuck out her tongue, to both be funny and cute.
"I would like to bite that tongue." Jazz instantly put her tongue back into her mouth and blushed heavily. "Come here." He ordered and Jazz obeyed. She liked it when he was the one in charged. ""Why aern't you wearing that sexy little number I gave you?"
"I didn't know you were coming."
"Hmm? Bad girl. You should always be expecting me." He purred in her ear and she blushed harder while her body became even warmer. He very easily made a cut from the rim of her top to the bottom of it; he tossed it away. "I see my bite marks have yet to heal. Hmmm. They look sexy on you." He whispered seductively in her ear. She shivered as he started making more bite marks on her skin. She moaned loudly. He removed her pants before she even knew he was doing it. "At least you are wearing the cute little panties I gave you." He bit her ear. Jazz moaned again. He loved it when she moaned like that.
He kissed her on the lips and then picked her up; his took Jazz by surprise. He has never done something like this before. He carried Jazz to her bed. He undressed himself, revealing a very hard penis and then removed Jazz's purple see through panties and matching bra.
"You are so beautiful." He whispered as his fingers combed through her hair. Jazz blushed; he had never called her beautiful before. Jazz wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and that is when he slowly entered her. Jazz moaned softly.
"Va . . . va," Jazz tried to say but then screamed and he thrusted deep and hard into her. He buried his face into her neck while he fucked her hard. He wasn't biting or licking, just resting his head there.
"Say my name." He breathed with a demanding tone of voice, even though his voice gave away that he was out of breath.
Even though he had no breath to say his name, she screamed "Vlad!"
"Say my name!" He demanded again with false anger in voice.
"Vladimir!" Jazz screamed.
"Good girl." He whispered as he pulled out of her. Jazz whimpered and looked at him with begging eyes. "Don't worry m'dear." Vladimir flipped her over, Jazz had no energy of her own, and pulled her up to his chest. He seductively bite her ear and thrusted into her; Jazz screamed again. She cumed so quickly after Vladimir started to fuck her in this position; it was her favorite position. He cumed soon after she did because it was out of sheer thrill of making Jazz cum. Yes, a part of it was out of the pleasure of having sex, but it was mostly the thrill.
He let go of Jazz and she collapsed on the bed, panting and flushing. Vladimir stared at her as Jazz soon fell asleep. He turned into his ghost form, went invisible, and flew to the nearest convenient store. He entered the store, and located the section that he needed. When Vladimir found the second, he turned several different pregnancy tests packs invisible, grabbed as much as he could carry and left the store. He flew into Jazz's bathroom and put them on the counter.
Vladimir sighed, mostly out of worry and concern, and then flew home.
Several hours later, Jazz awoke from a loud truck noise coming from outside. She angrily threw a pillow at the window. She noticed that Vladimir left her alone, again, after sex.
"For once, couldn't he stay!" he mumbled to herself. That was her one complaint about him. The need to pee hit her like a ton of bricks and she ran to the bathroom and went. After her need, she noticed a shit ton of pregnancy tests. ""Thanks Vladimir." She said with a smile on her face. Now she did not have use her money, what little she had anyway, to get them. She collected the packs and sorted them in the cabinet underneath the sink.
Jazz went back into the rest of the apartment; which was an extremely beautiful open floor plan, studio apartment, in a very good neighborhood. An added bonus for giving in to what Vladimir wanted. Jazz did not ask for this, it was a gift; one that she jumped at the chance to take because she hated the dorm rooms; parties every weekend, loud, obnoxious neighbors, and that horrible cafeteria food. She didn't like that it was such a nice apartment, but didn't complain because what Vladimir was asking it was a huge favor. All Jazz asked for in return was to pay for her college education, and any funding for more collage after getting her bachelor degree. Something told Jazz that he wanted to spend his fortune on someone else, besides his Packers collection. He would also randomly give other gifts, like the sexy panties and bras that would weirdly fit her or a meal out to her favorite restaurant or getting a personal trainer to get her in shape, which was Jazz's idea; she just mentioned that she get fit if she needed to do what he was asking. Jazz was thinking getting some running shoes and get some weights and run outside. Nope, a personal trainer, who knew martial arts. She lost ten pounds in fat, but gained about five of it in muscle. She was fit and toned and could kick butt. Her personal trainer taught her the martial arts that he knew.
But the thing was that nobody but Vladimir and she knew what was going on. Jazz's parents didn't know that she was sleeping with someone their age and purposely trying to get pregnant. She probably would have told Danny, but Vladimir and Danny were mortal enemies. how could she tell her little brother that she was sleeping with the enemy?
She only made this deal to pay for her education. So that she didn't have to worry about her parents worry about the money, so that she did not have worry about the money, so that she can go to an amazing college, so that she had to focus on school than on a job.
Jazz did not expect to be given an apartment, in a safe neighborhood that was ten minutes away by walking, to get the random little gifts that he gives, the personal trainer, the clothes, the books that she always wanted to read, she especially did not expect to have fallen in love with him.
Jazz was in love with Vladimir Masters.
She did not know when her feelings first started, and honestly she didn't care, but she did notice that she had them when she was visiting her family over the holiday vacation and Vladimir "stopped by" to be "with family that he loved"; in reality he was there to fuck her, which he did . . . every night. Danny didn't even suspect. Vladimir was talking to her mother, she knew he was completely in love with her, and t made her really jealous and she didn't know why. Until three days later, after thinking about it.
Jazz shuddered at her memories of Christmas nightly; Vladimir fucked her good and hard. She had cumed at least a dozen times. His usual for a sexual liaison night was about two or three, or one really huge one, but that night she wanted to push the envelope and he gave Jazz her wish. Jazz did not know how many times he had orgasmed, but Jazz was absolutely sure that she would have gotten pregnant because of that night. But she didn't get pregnant. By that point it had been four months of trying. It's now the seventh month of trying. She should really go to a gynecologist to see what is wrong with her. The only reason why Jazz thought it was her fault that she couldn't get pregnant was because she already knew that Vladimir got tested if he was sterile or not after he got out of the hospital all those years ago. He was not sterile. So it was all her fault that they were not getting pregnant.
The truck that woke her made another loud noise bring Jazz out of her day dreaming state of mind. She walked over to her desk and fired up her laptop and tried doing her homework, yes naked, but she couldn't focus, the not getting pregnant was dominating her mind. What was wrong with her? How could she not get pregnant? She was still in her most fertile state. Maybe her subconscious was somehow making her body not get pregnant because her subconscious was not ready to be a mother so young. But that wasn't right she always wanted to be a mother, even at an early age, she wanted to be a mother. He loved babysitting Danny and any other kid that parents have asked her to babysit. She loved kids. What was really on with her mind and body? Something was tickling her mind, a nagging feeling, about having Vladimir's baby but she didn't know what it was. Was it that she was literally sleeping with the enemy? No, she did at first, but now she long since accepted that she was. What was that nagging thought?
Jazz groaned and then she hugged her knees, staring at her laptop screen. She checked her email and she had several from her mother and one from Danny, and none from her father. She answered all of the emails she gotten. Her mother replied instantly to one of the emails with a picture of a younger version of her mother in a wheelchair, hold baby Jazz. Then it hit her. She knew what was on her mind.
She grabbed her phone and called Vladimir before she forgot. He answered quickly. "Hello?"
"Vlad, when I get pregnant and have the baby, will I be involved in the baby's life? Will I be parent alongside you or will you take the baby away from me completely?"
"I figured you wanted to be a mother, you don't seem to be the type to give up a child. I wouldn't want it any other way." Jazz could hear the smile in Vladimir's voice; he sounded so happy.
"Neither did I." Jazz said with a soft smile.
"Anything else, m'dear?"
"I'm thinking of going to go see a gynecologist. We've been trying for so long; it's long overdue to see one."
"I agree. Do you want to set up that appointment?"
"Yes, I do."
"Alright then, just mail me the medical bill afterwards and I can get to it."
"Okay, I will. Thank you."
"You are welcome." The he hung up. Jazz closed her phone and put it back on the desk.
She sighed in relief to what had just happened. She was happy that will be a mother. She wanted to so badly. When she was still living with her parents, she would never go out and have sex with random men just be a mother. She had dreams of her own, like going to college, getting a degree, getting her dream job, doing a bit of traveling, get some experience, then settle down, get married and have children. Thanks to Danny, she realized that nothing will go as planned. She wouldn't be in raising a baby alone. She wasn't. Vladimir would be there to help her raise a baby. Jazz realized that she knew how she'd want to raise a baby, but she didn't how Vladimir was going to raise his baby. For all she knew, they were completely contradicting to each other.
She had talk to Vlad about that.
Jazz sighed as she put herself into a normal sitting position. She went into Google and began search gynecologists in the area. She ran into a few doctors that had horrible reviews from different rating websites with different people, well she assumed that they were different people, on them, rating pretty much the same thing. She found a few potential good doctors. She looked more into each of them and did her own personal rating, based on others, of who was the potentially the best in the area. She had a website that you could make an appointment online, so Jazz did. It would be on Friday, in four days, at two thirty in the afternoon. It would potentially be a good day because the sperm would be gone and she had no classes or tests to do on Friday. Jazz picked up her phone and sent Vladimir a quick text.
I made an appointment with Dr. Jamie Smith on Friday at 2:30pm.
Vladimir quickly replied back.
Good :)
Before Jazz could reply back, Vladimir sent another.
It's going to suck not to fill you with my cock for four days :(
Jazz laughed out loud and then sent a message.
I could always blow you ;)
Jazz waited for his reply, but none had for a while. So she did her homework, actually focusing on it.
"Would you really blow me?" Vladmimir's voice came from behind Jazz, startling her.
"Yes, I would."
Then she got up and walked over to Vladimir. She undid his belt and unzipped his pants; she pulled out his cock and put her mouth on his cock; she bent at the waist while doing it. Vladimir moaned and panted while he Jazz did her thing. Vladimir grabbed some of her hair as he felt her take his full cock in her mouth. All too soon, Vladimir cumed in Jazz's mouth and she swallowed his cum. She even licked his for the remainder of the cum.
"Where did you learn how to do that?" Vladimir panted as Jazz stood up completely.
"Porn."
"Seriously."
"Yes, I am. I was curious about some things, so I looked it up via porn"
Vladimir was speechless. He couldn't believe that his little Jazz watched porn, grant it it was for educational purposes, but still she watched porn and he couldn't believe that his Jazz just gave him a blow job without any help or instructions on how to do it. He couldn't believe that she deep throated him. He couldn't believe that she swallowed his cum. Vladimir was speechless.
He was also getting hard again, from his own thoughts of what had just happened and he also just realized that his Jazz was completely naked. Jazz's back was to him, so she couldn't see his erection. He grabbed her arm, pulled her closer to him, lifted her, and carried her over to the bed, where he lavished her with his cock. She was so wet. It was beautiful. Her flushed face and her face contorted with pleasure made him want to cum all too soon, but he stopped himself. He wanted to lavish her more. Jazz wrapped her arms around his neck; he loved it when she did that. She was so beautiful. How could she still be a virgin when we started this? How could she not have a boyfriend?
All too soon, she had cumed. She cumed so easily. It was so much fun making her cum. Then Vladimir orgasmed into her pussy.
How could she not have a boyfriend?
How could she still be a virgin when we started this?
It boggled his mind.
She was a beautiful, smart, loving, caring woman.
Vlad noticed that Jazz had fallen asleep. He smiled at her, and then curled up next to her, cuddling her and then he too fell asleep.
On Friday at one forty five, Jazz was about to head out the door for her appointment. "Bye Vlad. I'll see you soon." She called.
"Hold on m'dear." Vlad called back. Vladimir emerged from the bathroom, half dressed. He walked up to her and kissed her on her forehead. "Have a nice time. Be safe."
"I shall try."
"Thank you."
"Bye Vladimir." She said with a small smile and then left.
The office wasn't too far away from her apartment, so she decided to walk there, giving her time to think of what could possibly be going on with Vladimir.
He was acting so strange. He's been staying with her. He hasn't left since Monday. He's been sleeping over and being at the apartment since then. Jazz strangely liked it, but she wondered why. Why now? Why do it at all? We weren't in a relationship. Did he want one? Jazz wasn't sure what Vladimir wanted. She'll take what she can get, that is what her mind and heart have decided.
She reached the doctor's office; she swallowed and then went inside. She looked around and saw a lot of pregnant woman, in different stages of their pregnancy, some had their other halves, other women had a kid, or more. This hit Jazz, she was beginning to get a little freak out from seeing other woman pregnant. This would be her. Jazz swallowed again and went up to the secretary counter.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"I have an appointment here for two thirty."
The pretty secretary looked at the computer and typed something. "Ah, yes. I see. Jasmine Fenton?"
"Yes, that is me."
The secretary handed Jazz a clipboard, "please fill this out to the best of your ability. Do not fill out the boxes at the top and bottom of each page. The last page is insurance information; if you do not have any please give us your address or the address of whomever will be paying for this visit."
"Thank you ma'am." Jazz said as she took the clipboard, which had a pen attached to it. Jazz left the secretary counter and tried to find a seat, which there was only one left.
Jazz filled it out as best she could. She knew a lot of it because she had to keep her and Danny's vaccines for school, her parents were good when they were babies, maybe so that social services wouldn't take them away, but the rest Jazz did herself. She didn't mind, she enjoyed doing those things, motherly like things, because she did; Jazz didn't know how to explain why she liked taking care of Danny like a son.
Her mind blanked when she got to the question "what is the reason for your visit?". What could she put down? An eighteen year old trying to get pregnant, even though it was the truth, that seemed odd to check off of reason for visit. Jazz sighed. She looked at the list of tests and procedures that they offered; she checked them all except "other". If the doctor asked her why she checked off some of the stuff, she could say "I checked it without paying attention," which she kind of did. All fo the other items that they offered were stuff that Jazz needed to get anyway, might as well get it over with now while she was here.
She filled out the rest of paperwork with no problem, even the insurance section. She checked "no insurance" and filled out her apartment address.
Jazz got up and went up to the secretary.
"Hello." Jazz spoke.
"All done?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Jazz handed the secretary back the clipboard.
"Please wait until you are called."
"Thank you ma'am." Jazz said and then went back to the only available seat; she waited patiently for her turn. Jazz should have brought a book or something to keep her occupied. She couldn't leave, and then she would lose her turn. She thought it was like that because a lot of doctors and emergency rooms did that. Then she realized that she had someone at her apartment, maybe not at this current moment, but someone was there. Jazz took out her phone and texted Vladimir.
It's going to be a long wait, could you do me a favor and bring a book or some school work, please :)
Jazz waited for a response but instead the latest edicition to What to Expect When Your Expecting in her lap. Jazz giggled. She took out her phone and texted Vladimir.
Thank you very much :)
Jazz was not expecting a response back but she got one.
You're welcome :)
Jazz giggled again as she put her phone away. She began reading it. Again, a sense of being overwhelmed filled Jazz. She swallowed. This was going to be her life, pregnant, being a mother, being in a twisted relationship. Why did she let herself be caught up in this? Why did she agree to this? Why? Jazz was smart; she had potentially a great future ahead of her. Why mess it all up? Why get pregnant when she was about ready to get done with her first year of college? Couldn't she wait another three more years? Couldn't she wait another four more years? Three years of college and a year to get a job and make sure that she was settled in that job. She was crazy. She was definitely crazy.
Jazz's phone went off. She checked it, it was a text from her mother.
Jasmine, don't forget to eat properly and do your homework.
"Jasmine Fenton." Jazz looked up and say a blonde woman standing in a doorway. Jazz stood up and gathered her things and headed over to the nurse.
"What the fuck lady!?" A woman behind Jazz bellowed. "I have been waiting for over an hour to see Dr. Smith! Why the fuck does this little girl," the woman had venom in her voice when she said 'girl'. Fear was spreading throughout her body and she fought ghosts alongside her half ghost brother. "get to go ahead of me?"
"Ma'am, please keep your voice down and please use proper language." The nurse said calmly.
"Like hell I will!" She screamed as she pushed Jazz in the stomach, making her fall to the floor. There was a horrible pain shooting throughout her stomach. "I need to talk to Dr. Smith now, you little bitch!"
"What's going on!?" Another female's voice came out of nowhere. The pain was becoming too unbearable for Jazz.
"I have been waiting for over an hour to see you, and this piece of shit just got here and she gets to go in front of me." She sounded like she was the queen of England.
"Did you have an appointment?" The lady said cooly.
"No."
"That's why. It's my policy for all people with appointments to be seen on their scheduled time, unless they are late, then we will see them as soon as we can. All none appointments are to be taken when we can."
"That's a fucked up policy."
"No, it's a good policy. It makes sure that a patient will see a doctor on their schedule. I wish more doctors did this."
"Like hell bitch. See me now than this piece of shit."
"Get the out of my office now or I'll security out and then I'll sue you for disturbing the peace and assault."
"Bitch." The woman left.
The nice woman came to Jazz's side. "I'm Doctor Jamie Smith. How are you miss?"
"When she pushed me, my stomach began to hurt, a lot."
"You're Jasmine Fenton, the two thirty appointment, correct?"
"That is me, ma'am."
"Can you sit up?" Jazz sat up but it hurt and it showed on her face. "Molly, get me a wheelchair please." Molly quickly turned up with a wheelchair. Both the doctor and the nurse helped Jazz into the wheelchair. The doctor herself pushed Jazz into a room. "I'm going to check everything, is that alright? The bill is waived is that okay?"
"I don't mind paying the bill. Please charge what is appropriate. But yes, please check everything."
"Yes, Miss Fenton." Dr. Smith gave Jazz a soft smile.
"Jazz. Call me Jazz. Please." Dr. Smith gave Jazz another soft smile. It reminded jazz of her mother when she was being a mother, instead of a ghost hunter.
"Okay, call me Jamie then." She smiled brightly.
"Okay, Jamie." Jazz smiled back.
Then the nice doctor did a bunch of tests on Jazz that were fairly uninvasive; Jazz had it in her mind that she was going to be poked and prodded like a science experiment, so to her imagination, this was uninvasive.
Jamie looked sad at Jazz and then told her to wait here. Then left. About ten minutes later she came back with an even sadder look on her face.
"What is wrong?" Jazz asked point blank. Jamie opened her mouth and then closed it, looking away from Jazz. "What is wrong?" jazz asked with more force in her tone.
"You," she paused, looking sad and disappointed. "you miscarried."
Jazz froze. She couldn't believe it. She was pregnant. But lost the baby.
Tears poured down her face. "How?" That was the only thing that she could process at the moment.
"When Joanna Flora," Jamie said the name with venom "pushed you, she did it with enough force to make you miscarry."
Jazz looked away from Jamie.
"I'm going to go after her for this. This is the last straw for me." She yelled to the sky. She turned to Jazz, with a soft expression, almost like she went through this herself. "I can remove the . . . fetus from you. Do you want to? Jazz nodded. The doctor left and quickly came back. Jamie did something to Jazz, Jazz was not paying attention whatsoever. "I let you stay here for a bit, take your time. Leave whenever." She said sympathetically. Then she left.
Jazz got up and looked for her phone. She found, which she thought was a miracle; she weas such a daze. She pressed a button and called someone.
"Hello?" It was her mother.
"I'm sorry mom, I called you by mistake, I meant to call someone else. I love you."
"I love you too." She sounded rushed.
"Bye mom."
Jazz's mother hung up. The she focused long enough to call Vladimir.
"Hello, Jazz, m'dear."
"Hey. Can you come pick me up? No ghost pick me up." She said as teards rolled down her face.
"Yes. What is wrong? I can tell."
"I'll explain when we home. Okay?"
There was a long wait for his response. "Okay. Bye."
"Bye." The Jazz hung up. She felt so numb. She was pregnant and she didn't even know.
Ten minutes later, Jazz left the room and left the office completely. She heard a lot of goodbyes. She liked this doctor's office. She'll definitely come again.
Vladimir was waiting for her, with the door open and her favorite meal in hand. She gave him a soft smile and took the Burger King meal and then got in the car. She ate it on the way home; Vladimir took the long route home. They were silent. Jazz liked that he wasn't pressuring me.
When they got back to her apartment, Vladimir went to his host form, picked her up and flew up to their floor. Jazz went straight to the bed and curled up against the blankets, under the blankets. Vladimir joined her, but he remained on top.
He waited. He knew something was seriously wrong with his little Jasmine but didn't know what. He'll wait.
"Someone pushed me onto the ground," His Jasmine began. "and there was a pain. It hurt so much. The nice, wonderful, doctor told me that I had miscarried." Vladimir froze, and Jazz could feel it. "The doctor is going to go after the woman who did it. I kinda want to join her."
"I'm definitely going to do it." Vlad soothingly whispered. Jazz burst into tears and all Vlad could do was hold her closer and let her feel safe with him.
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Holy hell!
I wanted to do more but I felt like this was a good ending to a chapter.
To those who read this chapter, thank you.
Yes, it is a JasmineXVladimir (Vlasmine?) love affair and I don't really give a fuck.
I'm still thinking that this story is canon but since Jasmine is a completely different state, I think it'll work. I'm not sure. Thoughts?
Poor Jasmine. I'd hate to be in her shoes. I wanted to explain further why she miscarried, but I'm no doctor and I can't fake it. So I didn't want to sound stupid with using improper medical procedures and terms. That is why I made the procedures so detached.
Any who, reviews, please and thank you!
