Warning: Implied rape and gore. About as much gore as BD had.

A/N: Tell me if I'm rushing.

Chapter 4

Everyday was the same. Wake up in a horrible depressing mood than be all cheerful by the time dinner arrived. I grew closer to Nadine as the week progressed; Cory grew more distant and talked even less, come to think of it she never gave me that reading that she promised, whatever it would probably be a bunch of bullshit anyway. I would have grown bored but new board games kept on appearing in the sun room. We found a deck of cards and Nadine showed me how to shuffle and play Crazy rummy. I noticed that she talked less and less of the baby, but according to Cory her due date was approaching and she was probably just nervous about that. She also winced more and ate less, but she was her upbeat self so I didn't question it. We sometimes played poker with the cards; we didn't really have much to bet with so we used buttons or some odd things that we found lying around. Cory usually won and when questioned about it she said that her sprit guide helped her. I personally think she's counting cards. In fact it was during one of those games that Nadine placed a forbidden object on the table. She was two days away from her due date and it was getting increasingly difficult for her to be moved around.

"Where in the hell did you find that," I whispered as we all hunched over to cover the item.

It was a lighter. Something that most defiantly could cause harm to us.

"Andre smokes, this slipped out of his pocket," she tapped the lighter and winked at us. Andre was one of her many bodyguards. Cory was staring at it like it she would trade her first born child for it, which she probably would, probably to light incense or something. That round she won and I did not see the lighter for the rest of my stay there.

The next day Nadine was not at breakfast and Cory and I were told that she was feeling unwell and would be in bed for the rest of the day. Cory went so pale I thought she turned into one of those ghosts she keeps on going on about. Our meal was a silent affair and it bothered me. Vaguely I wondered if I could go visit Nadine and see how she was doing. We finished up and went to the sun room; the halls were ridiculously quite without Nadine here to fill up the silence without her going on about something or another. Hun never realized Cory was this quite until now.

We walked to the sunroom; the hallway seemed very large now that eight extra people weren't being shoved through it. My stomach had a large knot in it, like by some extra sense I knew something was majorly wrong. It was too quiet and usually there were more Vamps here. Come to think about it, I haven't seen any vamps. What were they on vacation? Somehow I can't imagine that Aro guy on a beach or the albino, Calvin was it? I don't know I wasn't paying that much attention, playing volleyball. Cory walked over to her usual coroner and pulled out a new novel. I briefly wondered how she read so quickly, probably skimming. I looked around; usually Nadine would pull out a board game by now and order me to play with her. I wonder if I could visit Nadine. I didn't recall anyone saying that I couldn't visit fellow sex slaves so I assumed that I could. I walked up to one of our Guards. He was a pleasant looking man, with his greasy hair and hooked nose. Oh let's not forget the sneer that never left his face, really quite a lovely chap. Needless to say I nicknamed him Snape, I know, sometimes my Harry Potter addiction got out of hand, but still this was way too good to pass up. Seriously this man is a recantation, wait he's staring at me weird. What was I going to ask him again? Oh yeah Nadine, right.

"Uh, ya know that girl who's usually here, Nadine? Yeah, I'm going to go visit her," I tried to walk pass him but his hand shot out.

"You can't," he said gruffly. His voice was very low and soothing, kind made me hypnotized for a second; it's the kind that belonged on a jazz station on the radio. God my ADD is acting up today.

"I can," I said simply and ducked under his arm. And ran head first into someone.

"Shit," I mumbled as I looked up to tell the person to watch where they're going. Technical it was my fault, but these people should always be on the lookout for girls flying out of room. Yep that's fair.

"Watch-," I started but stopped when I saw who I ran into. Of course, I naturally run head first into one of our 'Masters' God I can't even think that without a sneer. It was the bored looking one, Mr. Indifferent, God what was his name? Mike?

"I'm sorry, Master Marcus," Snape grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. I hadn't realized I was staring up at him for a good thirty seconds.

"Yo, dudes get your hands off of me," I snapped as I ripped my arm out of his grasp. This resulted with me accidently punching Marcus in the gut, "Shit!" Goddamn he had a hard stomach. It was like I was punching a brick wall.

Master Marcus looked bored and started to drift away, but I caught onto his sleeve. Snape spluttered behind me, obliviously not believing I had the guts to touch a 'god'.

"Wait, Mr. I- Master. I want to ask a favor," He started down at me, not looking interested and I could feel Snape sneaking up behind me so the next sentences came out in a rush.

"IreallywanttoseemyfriendNadineandIwaswonderingifyoucouldcalloffthisjackassandletme," I took a deep breath. That had to be the longest sentence I've ever said without breathing.

Despite the lack of spaces he seemed to have understood me, "Yes, you may," he said softly. He yanked at his robes and I took the hint to let go. I sent a smug smirk in Snape's direction; he started at me in shock. Ha-ha, score one for me. He mumbled something under his breath in a different language, I have no idea what it was but it just sounded like grunts and phlegm.

"Well come along," he suddenly switched to English and walked down the hallway. I followed behind him, still a little smug from my recent victory. That of course died as soon as I stepped foot into Nadine's room. She looked terrible. Her skin was shallow and she looked like she lost forty pounds in twenty four hours. Her stomach was still huge, but the rest of her was gaunt. I had no idea that it was physically possible for someone to look that way, but she did. People surrounded her, sticking her with a needle here and there. Checking her stats, asking how she was. I stepped closer and could see the bruises that seemed to be blossoming right before my eyes on her abdomen. Her face seemed to be perpetually twisted in agony. She kept on whispering random phrases in French and I had no doubt that they were all swear words. She seemed unaware of my presence until I was right by her bed.

"O, Amie! 'Ow, ow, ow, nice of you' merde 'e is kicking! To come by,' she winced but seemed genially pleased to see me, "Get a chair for 'er." She snapped at a nearby servant, who looked like a frightened squirrel.

A chair was produced for me almost immediately. I had to admire how quickly they worked. Like a whole bunch of trained circus dogs.

"So how are you doing?" I asked her as I sat down.

"O I am fine! 'E" wince, "is just," wince, "Kicking to 'ard," Wince.

"Are you sure? I mean, you look kind of-."

"Fine! Perfectly fine," She grinned so much I thought she would turn into that cat from Alice in Wonderland. Hm…what was his name? It began with a 'C'…

"Anyway, I 'ave decided that you are his godmother!" Charlie? No, that wasn't right.

"Hm? What? Oh yeah, that's great," I waved my hand vaguely to show that I was listening, God why was my mind wandering today? Oh I love the color scheme in this room.

To my right Nadine hissed in pain, I quickly reverted my gaze from her curtains… By the way why does she get a window and not me? Nadine hissed in pain again, she was holding her side and muttering in French.

"Are you okay?" No one else paused as she screamed in pain, "Do you want some painkillers or something?"

"Can't" pant "Take" Pant "Painkillers". Might" pant "'urt 'im" she clutched her side and moaned.

"I'm sure a little pit of morphine or something won't do much damage," Shit the kid's not made of glass.

"I... don't… want… to... risk ... it. My...Maman... did... it...with...out…them…so…can…I," she grounded out through clenched teeth.

"Ah," I wasn't going to make her talk when she was in pain like this and I had nothing to say so a silence fell between us. That is until she sat up suddenly. Her eyes were wide and I laid a hand on her arm, asking what was wrong. She shook her head and leaned over the side of her bed and threw up. Everyone was in frenzy. I was pushed to the side as what I'm going to assume was a nurse hip checked my chair and thus made me fall out of it. God, she threw up, a lot of pregnant people do that. I believe its called morning sickness. Nadine roared in pain, I got up from the floor and dusted myself off. I froze when I saw Nadine. Her mouth was a dark red, as in blood. Shit she must have bitten her lip or something from trying to keep quite. It didn't quite add up through, they didn't seem to care that Nadine was in pain before, but after she threw up they all went into a panic. I could feel my eyes widen. Oh shit is she in labor? Holy fuck I didn't know contractions were that painful. Oh my God was I about to witness someone giving birth. My stomach churned at the thought, the only birth I've ever seen was my little brothers and I was like four when that happened. I distinctly remember crying half way through because I didn't like the blood or I didn't like that people weren't paying attention to me. I forget which.

"No! No IV!" Nadine's voice brought me back to the present. She was currently fighting with a nurse, trying wrestling the needle out of her hand. I was slowly making my way towards the bed.

"Miss please stop-."

"NO! NO medicine!" she doubled over, her eyes closed tight. The nurse took advantage of this and stuck the needle into her right arm.

Nadine lay back in the pills and whimpered.

"Nadine?" I whispered as I got close enough.

She opened one eyes and started at me for one long moment, "Amie, please promise me you will 'elp 'im grow up." She was crying now

I was a little bit confused, "Why would I help him grow up? Look you're in labor, I'm sure it feels bad now, but you'll get-."

"Please just promise me," Well how could I refuse? She looked so pitiful, with the blood all around her mouth and the sweat just dripping off of her.

"Okay, whatever I promise,"

"Thank you," she sobbed. She took my hand and gave it a squeeze, which turned into a death grip.

"Mfm," I stuffed my fist in my mouth to prevent me from crying out in pain. But Oh my GOD! She's going to turn my bones to dust. Her grip slackens for a little bit, but as I tried to move it out of her hand, she retightened it and shot me a look.

"Please don't leave me," I stared at her for a full minute. She looked so said, and so scared. She honestly sounded like a child and for the first time I wondered how old she was. I knew she was older than me but she probably couldn't have been more than Twenty-one. Felt my chest constrict, I didn't want to leave her alone in this room full of snappy doctors who were going to try to stick her with needles at every opportunity. She needed some support right now, even if my instincts were telling me to get the fuck out. I somehow managed to pick up the chair with my feet and without removing my hand from Nadine's. She gave me an appreciative smile but that soon turned into a grimace. Her hand was white around the knuckles and I lost all feeling in it.

'She needs me right now. She needs me right now,' was the mantra going on in my head, of course it just turned into useless rambling about how Nadine so owed me. She screamed again but turned into a strange guttering noise halfway through. She spat out a mouthful of blood. Blood. I froze, I wasn't a Doctor but I'm pretty sure that was not supposed to happen. She started to heave up blood. Oh now I get it. She didn't bite her lip in pain, she threw up blood. Of course silly me. Nadine was sobbing and tried to apologize but the blood was choking her. I was frozen as I watched this play out. The doctor was shouting orders and everything just seemed to slow down from there. There was a loud cracking noise and I was again shoved out of the way.

Vaguely I wondered how they were able to get my hand out of Nadine's death grip, but all other thought was wiped from my mind as I saw what was happening. Her stomach was rippling, like a thousand little bugs were moving underneath it. There was a ripping sound as something tore its way through her stomach and launched itself on the nearest doctor. Holy FUCK! I'm living in a Goddamn Stephen King novel. Holy fuck Nadine must be in so much pain right now. She was probably going to be feed through a tube for the rest of her life. The thing looked like it tore right through her stomach and her large intestine, and her small intestine, and her liver…..

There was a loud cracking noise and I was again shoved out of the way. Vaguely I wondered how they were able to get my hand out of Nadine's death grip…..

"No," I whispered.

Everyone seemed to forget me being in the room as they tried to wrestle the demon from the Doctors throat. It seemed not to be content with taking its' mother's life and wanted some more. The doctor was dead by the time they got it pulled off of him.

"No biting," A nurse scolded him softly and bounced him up and down on her hip. I got up off the wall and slowly made my way towards them. The nurse produced a wash cloth and began to wipe the baby off. I watched in amazement. Why did the thing need help? It just tore its way through someone's stomach I'm sure it can bathe itself. The nurse was humming something to the spawn. She was nice looking lady, with light brown hair that fell into soft curls around her face and cinnamon colored eyes. She wrapped it up in a blue blanket and looked up.

The nurse saw me and smiled, "Would you like to hold him?"

Wordlessly I nodded my head, I didn't really know what was happening, but any suggestion would do. I've never lost someone close to me before. Hell I still had my Great Grandparents; I didn't know how to processes death so I would do whatever someone told me to do. And right now holding the thing seemed like a good idea. It wasn't until he was in my arms that I realized that I was holding a murderer. My hands shook slightly. The de- baby was looking up at me. He was very still and didn't cry like most newborns. He had light dark eyes and dark hair with white skin. He looked like a little angel, despite how cliché that sounded, but it was true. I had to remind myself that he just killed two people and hadn't even been here for an hour.

"Hi Adrien," I whispered to him, "My names Amie. I'm suppose to -." I broke off midsentence. I was supposed to take care of him? He just killed my only friend here and I was supposed to take care of him? I looked back down; he was eyeing me curiously, silently asking what I was supposed to do. I looked over at Nadine's body. They had the decency to cover it up. I promised her.

Ah but she's dead now. It's not like she can make you do it. A little voice reminded me.

I looked down at the kid and tried to put as much hate in my gaze as possible, I felt my neck prickle and I could practically see Nadine yelling at me for treating her son that way. I softened my gaze and hugged him a little closer.

"What's his name?" The nurse asked me. She had a piece of paper with her that looked like a birth certificate.

"Adrien," I answered automatically.

The nurse raised an eyebrow but made no comment, "Middle?"

I stared at her confused. Wasn't the father supposed to do this shit? "Where Santiago? Should he be here?"

"Master Santiago is busy at the moment and you are the only other person close to the mother. So this is your responsibility or would you rather I named him? Because I'm not to terribly clever and would probably end up calling him 'boy'. Middle name?"

I stared at her for a while. He was too busy? Too busy to drop by and see his son?! "Um..." she never told me what she wanted his middle name to be and I was a little too angry at the moment to care.

"Adam," I threw out wildly, shit I can't think when all that is going through my head is "What and asshole! God I when I get my hands on him."

"Adam? Adrien Adam? Okay," she wrote it down, her mouth twisted into a frown.

"What? Adam's a good name!" I snapped

"It's a fine name. I just thought you would go with the French theme," She filled out the rest of the certificate and handed it off to another nurse. She opened her arms and stared pointedly at the baby.

I handed him over, glad that I could get rid of him. The prickling sensation returned and I winced.
"When can I see him again?" I asked the nurse as she was about to turn away.

"You will have to take that up with your masters," and she walked off. I stared around the room, purposely avoiding Nadine's body. Slowly it cleared out as everyone lost a purpose for being in there. I was the last to leave. Before I shut the door I turned back to Nadine.

"I'll take care of him. I promise," I felt it was important to tell her this, even though I knew she was beyond hearing me I liked to think I heard her whisper "Thank you" as I closed the door. It was still early around five or six. I was surprised to see the sun still out. I thought for certain that I was in there for hours and that that child was born at night during a thunder storm. Wasn't that how all monsters come to life? I walked into my room and pulled out a book. I started to read it but soon gave up, the words were all starting to blur together. I laid the book down and stared at its cover.

It was a dark red with a black binding, its title writing in a shiny red ink in fancy cursive. I couldn't make out the title everything was so distorted. I sat still for one moment before I rushed to the bathroom. Thankfully it was not locked. I threw up my breakfast and started to dry heave, I was having hysterics. Up until then I was pretty sure I was in shock, which would probably explain my lack of reaction. But now it was catching up with me. Tears stains appeared on my jeans as I pulled my knees to my chest and stared at the wall opposite of me. I turned my head and I threw up again, the stomach acid burning my throat.

I started to cry more as I remembered Nadine throwing up. Oh God Nadine! She's dead. I felt like someone punched me in the gut. I couldn't get my breath back as I drew in short little gasps but they never seemed to make it to my lungs. Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, Nadine, why her? She was my only friend here and she was like a Mom to me in many ways. Oh Nadine, Nadine, Nadine…. I kept on repeating. I flushed the toilet and drank some water straight from the tap. I was still bawling my eyes out as I pulled out some slacks and changed into those. I sat down on the loveseat and curled up into a ball. I don't remember when but somehow I fell asleep as I started to be gently shaken awake.

"Amie?" a worried voice called. I groaned on the inside. Alec, what could he possible…. My eyes flew open. No not tonight.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Alec looked concerned. I'm sure I looked like hell. Eyes red and swollen tear marks on my face. I couldn't find it in me to care.

"Nadine's dead," I said dully.

"Yes I know. I could hear her screaming halfway around the castle," he said this in a matter of fact manner that kind of pissed me off. He was standing very still, his hands in his jean pockets. His robe was over by the door. Today he was wearing a light blue shirt.

"I watched her die," I informed him.

"I know," he seemed to be waiting for me to get to the point.

"She was my friend."

"I know."

"Is there anything you don't know?" I snapped.

"Why you're upset. You didn't know her very long, just a week," he adapted a very patient tone. Like a parent trying to explain something to a very dim child.

"She was still my friend."

Alec shrugged his shoulders, "You'll get over it. All mortals have to die."

I sat there in shock, this was comfort? I just watched someone die right before my eyes and he was telling me to get over it? Oh hell no.

"Please leave," I whispered ad I tried to re curl myself into a ball.

"Excuse me?" Alec's eyes seemed to have darkened a shade.

"Alec, please I just saw a close friend die. I'm not in the mood tonight. Just please let me mourn."

"You can mourn, but we're still going to have to have sex tonight, whether you in the mood or not." His voice was very low. I looked up at him, he had to be kidding. But his jaw was set and his eyes narrowed.

"Fuck off," I said in disbelief, what the hell happened to being a gentleman?

"Amie, please don't make this difficult," he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Alec, please, it's just one night," What the hell is wrong with him? Don't I get a twenty four hour mourning period.

"Our Masters demand that we do it every night that I am at the castle. Just because you're not in the mood doesn't mean that we aren't going to do it." He snapped back at me. I tried to pull myself into the chair more, Alec was getting too close. Was he actually going to do this? I looked up into his eyes and found my answer. Yes, yes he was. Well why shouldn't I make this difficult for him? I opened my mouth to scream and got about one half of it out before he clamped his hand over my mouth. I made my hand into a fist and tired to beat him around the head. It was only damaging me though. Somehow we were transported from my chair to my bed. His hand was still over my mouth and I started to thrash around when he started to slide my pants off. He sighed and looked back up at me.

That's when everything went black.

I was still awake but I couldn't do anything. I couldn't feel what was going on around me I couldn't see, hear, hell even smell. All of my senses were shut off. I couldn't even tell if I was moving or not, hell I doubted I could even move. I was trapped in my own mind. I had can honestly say I was scared shitless. Was I going to stay this way? How did this happen? Is Alec going to take advantage of me while I'm in this state? Am I in shock or something? Did I faint? I couldn't believe he was doing this. I mean I couldn't accuse them of rape before now, because I willing gave in. Hell I gladly gave in. If I could move I'm sure I would be trembling.

I could have been there hours; it could have been only a couple of minutes. But the black slowly receded and I could feel the bed sheets around me. I shot straight up. My clothes were nowhere to be found and Alec was glaring at me across the room.

"I suggest you do not try this behavior again. Am I clear Amie?" He said icily.

I nodded my head fearfully. I clutched the sheet to my chest; did that just happen to me? I looked down at my arms. They were covered in fresh bruises. In fact there was barely any part of my body that was not bruises from what I could see. My jaw was throbbing so I knew that I had one there. Oh my God, Oh my God. This doesn't happen to me. This happens on the T.V very, very far away from me. I forgot Alec was still in the room until he was right by me. I flinched under his touch as he grabbed my hand. He frowned a little.

"I'm sorry, Amie. I should have been more careful," My heart was pounding my ears; I could feel the tears building up. Alec sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked exasperated, not regretful

"You were being difficult," he tried to explain. As if that justifies anything he's done to me. I pulled the sheet around me, trying to cover up all of my skin. His eyes were a dark burgundy, not their usual ruby.

"Amie I-," He started.

"Please leave," I mumbled into my knees.

He sighed again and murmured something in Italian. He stood there a moment. He looked like he wanted to say something.

"Please Alec." He sighed again and set a hand on my shoulder. I cringed and he quickly let me go.

"Goodnight," he said awkwardly and left my room so fast that by the time I looked up he was gone. I waited a few moments before I went to pieces.

A/N: Afton's ability is to make people side tracked. They wanted to distract Nadine from the pain. Load of help that did! XD.

Yeah Amie was fighting too much so Alec had to use his girt on her. Please remember this! Alec has NO emotional bond with Amie. To him this entire arrangement is just an unfortunate business that his seniors made him do. Now Aro didn't make him do it but obviously he's doing it to please them. Thank you Chelsea for that Lover like devotion! Speaking about Chelsea, she made Amie's bond to Alec one sided. So are we clear? Alec's just doing his job and Amie is getting her heart and emotions played with. Any questions please ask! I would love to answer them. Seriously if you are confused about anything in this chapter please tell me so I can clear things up.