Suggested by Arianna Le Fay

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Overruling

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Inspiration: I don't fucking remember, I was thinking about Underworld and something about how the origins were wonky in the movie. Then it went circling to vampires and how Morticia wouldn't deal with a bullshit Council or even an Elder.


Morticia paced the spacious study, pissed beyond belief, and silently fuming. Her bonded watched warily from his wing back chair by the fire.

Madara gave up, with a deep sigh (somebody had done something to call down the wrath the Black Death, he hoped this didn't backlash in any way), after ten minutes of her just getting angrier and angrier.

"What did the Council of Elders say this time?" he asked. It was no secret that she hated, loathed more like, the current council.

"Those bastards want me to kill Yurei! I am the oldest vampire in existence, and they lord over me that they are the oldest purebloods alive." He slunk lower as her gray eyes turned bright crimson, the color a vampires eyes turned when overly emotional, and the air chilled to where he could see every breath taken. "I should go kick their asses for what they demanded!"

"Yurei?" That name wasn't familiar to him.

"Oh, yeah." Morticia stopped pacing and put her hands on her stomach. "You know how doctors report to those bastards? Well . . . I'm hunting for two now."

"Two . . . I'm a father?" It takes a moment to hit and when it does (it hits like a hammer to an egg) the look of shock, fear, and happiness on his face is priceless. "But we've only been together for five years, doesn't it take at least a decade?"

"Yes and normally." she says as she went over to him, a small smile on her lips.

"I'm a father." Madara says while in a daze.

"And I a mother." An actual mother instead of raising children that weren't hers.

She sat on his lap and he absently put his arms around her. They sat in silence, with the crackle from the hearth as the only sound. Until Madara opened his mouth.

"Wait, who said you get to name our first born?" Madara asked.

"I did." she said simply. "I am going to give birth to him. I thought since I must bear the pain that I get to name him."

"Ah . . . " was all he could choke out, looking away from her sugar sweet expression. She was terrifying when her voice practically dripped from all of the sweetness she put into it.

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Morticia walked around the streets, searching for a meal.

What the hell was wrong with humans? Most of them thought that a bite from a vampire could turn them into one, or sucked out their soul. While there were creatures that sucked out a persons soul, it sure wasn't vampires, and a bite didn't do anything unless it was a were-animal or a demon doing the biting.

She was behind a stone monument, to vampire slayers, when she saw a man eating a sandwich. She scented the air, finding his blood to be sweet and unmarred. No alcohol, drugs (not even prescription drugs), or tobacco running through him. The man had un-diagnosed diabetes, hence the sweet smell to his blood, just the way Morticia liked her humans.

A brief sweep of his mind showed that he was completely, in more than just this park, and was down on his luck. A small mental nudge had him finishing what was left of the small meal and checking his phone, more for appearance than anything else. After a moment she walked around the statue, she did love it since her mother and father were supposedly depicted in it, and greeted the human. She made him act as if he had been waiting for her, did the whole friend-meeting-friend scenario, and led him to his house. It was neat and immaculate on the inside, except for a corner where holy water and other religious items had been placed.

That was pretty damn ironic.

Morticia took his hand and led him over to the couch, straddling him after pushing him onto it. Her arms wind their way around his broad shoulders as she leans in and bites his neck. She shivers, the taste just as she had smelled, and sends him her pleasure via mind link. She loved sweet blood, even more so after she became pregnant, it was what she had been craving. Sweet blood and watermelon, why she craved those two things is beyond her, Tsunade said it was from a nutrient deficiency.

When she was finished she licked the bite to healing it and numbing it, and she gave him a few hundred dollars. She was filthy rich after centuries of centuries of wise saving and stock investment, her morals didn't allow her to take and then not give back. For this reason she picked the ones that needed help, but were also clean, unless she read that they wanted a change. Not that she would do that since she was pregnant, that could prove bad for the baby.

Morticia cleared his memories of this meeting, putting a vague one night stand and finding the money in a cubby hole in his house. As she was walking out the door, she turned back and gave him gave the suggestion to visit his doctor. She turned around and walked back to her home with her bonded, Madara.

Vampires hated being associated with were-animals, particularly werewolves, so they called their life mates their bonded instead of mate. Morticia didn't care, hell, she almost became one. Might have preferred it, but then she had met Madara . . . she still might choose to be a werewolf with how vampire society has been going down the drain. She could already shift into three other forms other than her current one (signs of a strong and old vampire), along with shifting her face muscles to look demonic, but the Council just made her want to be another species.

Bastards.

Morticia stills when she opens the door to her house, the strong scent of aged blood, vampire blood, hits her with so much force it almost knocks her over. She pales at the thought that this blood is Madara's, she's almost dizzy with fear.

"Madara?" she calls out, trying to keep her voice calm and failing completely.

"Kitchen." he calls back. She rushes to the kitchen, accidentally using vampiric speed in her haste and almost smashes into the back door, making skids marks on the tile in her effort to stop. She was close to being in a frenzy by the time she spots him by the fridge.

Madara is soaked in blood. Some spots his face, matting his hair as it dried, and every inch of his clothes was covered in it. Drip, dripping to the cold tile floor. Morticia feels faint.

"Are you hurt?!" So much blood, she feels dizzy and faint. Black spots dance in her field of vision from all of the sudden stress. Pregnancy does not mix well with whatever has happened here.

"No." That's all he says.

"That's a relief." she says as black overcomes everything else, the floor rushing up to meet her.

"Morticia!"

She lost consciousness.

.0.0.0.

Madara sat by her side, head in his hands, bent forward. Tension in his every muscle.

He looked up at her pale face a cold cloth on her forehead, to her curves, to the barely there bump where their child rested. He realized when he was willing to do anything for his child, Morticia's child. When he saw the look of pure happiness in her eyes as she told him everything they would need to take care of little Yurei. This is, perhaps, a week ago.

So . . . he killed all seven of the Council members. Madara wasn't going to let his child be killed. He loves little Yurei, despite not meeting or even feeling the baby kick, almost as much as he loves Morticia. Losing this child would destroy her, something he iswilling to do his damnedest to stop.

"Ugh." He snaps to attention at her groan.

"Morti-" he pulls back, barely dodging a punch that clipped his nose, and her arm goes limp again. "What the hell?"

He leans over again, thinking her to be more awake now and less likely to hit him, and this time her fist connects with his temple.

She awakes when he hits the floor.

"Fuuuuck . . . " her head hurt. Bad. She wallowed for a few minutes, until she remembers fainting, and quickly sits up.

Morticia forces down vomit and swings her legs over the side of the bed. She looked down when her feet hit something other than floor.

"Madara?" she asks in confusion, then she saw the side of his face. Heat suffused her cheeks. "I can't believe I hit you. Dammit. Damn fool, you know better than to reach for me while I'm unconscious."

Although that had never been a problem when they fell asleep in bed together, partly because she knew he was there and partly because the house smelled like a mix of them both. The house still smelled of aged blood, making her uneasy. Her body basically went by instinct when she was unconscious, hitting and attacking anything deemed unfamiliar. And for her to have done it to him now . . . she like shit for it.

With a sigh she grabbed the collar of his shirt, now free of blood, and slapped him a couple of times. (Okay, so she's not exactly a demure housewife. She's more prone to physical violence when angered, unless it's a child. She's essentially everything a man is warned about, spiteful and full of vengeance, with a small side of man hate.) He sucks in a sharp breath and opens his eyes.

"I had the weirdest dream. I killed the Council of Elders, you passed out, you punched me out, and . . . slapped . . . me . . . " Madara looks down, blinked, and gaped at his shirt fisted in her hand. " . . . Okay. All of that was real. Real . . . oh."

He passes out and she drops him like a hot potato.

"You idiot." Morticia says, not as biting as it should probably be, exasperated by this whole ordeal. "Well, the next few months should be interesting."

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Three months Later

Morticia sat with her face in her hands, Madara was stunned, Obito was chipper, Itachi didn't quite believe this was happening, Shisui in the same boat as Itachi, Yahiko was laughing hysterically, and Tsunade kept murmuring about there being no alcohol for this bullshit.

The seven of them had just been sworn into the new Council of Elders.

"Fuck my life." Morticia groaned. "I don't fucking need this while I'm pregnant."

She was in the last few weeks of pregnancy, vampires were only pregnant half as long as a human, and looked like she could pop at any moment.

Since times were changing, and time was a bit of a foreign concept to vampires, the strongest ones had been chosen rather than the purebloods. Morticia, Yahiko, Obito, and Tsunade were Turns, some recently and some a few thousand years ago. Morticia and Tsunade, being the only females on the Council, were both pissed about being voted into such responsibility. They were close to four thousand years old, Morticia was possibly older than that but had long since lost count, and didn't want to deal with every petty issue a vampire thought to bring before the Council.

"Well, at least my doctor is by my side." the ravenette said, patting the blonde on the back.

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After four weeks of dealing with things the previous Council had put, a lot of bullshit to be honest, Morticia went into labor and Tsunade kicked everyone out of the Council room. The blonde ordered her medical assistant, Shizune was never far from her side, to fetch a few things while the other Council members (mainly Madara) paced out in the hallway.

"She will be fine, uncle." Itachi said. "She is strong and healthy."

"Yeah!" agreed Shisui, Yahiko, and Obito, putting in their two cents.

"I know." Madara said, running a hand through his thick hair. He still worried, after all, because even Kaguya The First had almost died in childbirth.

After thirty minutes a scream rang out, and the four men had to hold Madara back from the door. Another scream doubled the desperate man's efforts.

"IF I SEE THAT BASTARD I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM!" Madara paled at Morticia's shout. "I'M GOING TO RIP OFF HIS DICK AND MAKE HIM CHOKE ON IT AS I GUT HIM!"

He went limp.

After what felt like an instant, but might have been longer, he was shook awake.

"Dude, wake up. Yurei's been born." Obito told him. "The Lady Medic informed me to wake you since you fainted like a little girl five hours ago."

It took him a moment, the message sunk in slowly, but he quickly got his feet and ran into the Council room. He saw his bonded holding a bundle to her chest, laying on a futon with thick covering her.

"Come look at our son." Morticia said softly, completely sweet and innocent when only hours ago she was willing to maul and kill him in the most painful way she could think of. He approaches on unsteady feet, holding in a breath, his emotions in a frenzied whirlwind. "My little Yurei."

Madara set his eyes on the babe. Short hair of ebony, pale skin, swirling mercury eyes set in a cute baby face, little hands curled into fists waved at him. His heart was melting at such a beautiful sight.

"My son," a reverent whisper, a blessed murmur. He reaches out, gently taking the squirming bundle, cradle the baby to his chest. "Yurei, hello. I'm your father, Madara. I promise to do everything I can for you."

"Well, I think the world is going to end some day soon." Tsunade said from the side, completely breaking the moment. "She made the same promise as you."

None of them noticed the gleam in the swirling eyes of Yurei.


Author's Note~

So I had this completely written out, in a notebook that I lost for quite a few months, and then found it and started typing it up yesterday. I have embellished it a bit (a fucking lot) from what it originally was.

Yurei means ghost.

As for calling Morticia the Black Death at the beginning . . . well I had thought to put in how she was scourge of the supernatural community, or at least had a reputation of killing all of her enemies.

Just clearing some things up.

I really like this AU, I might make another one-shot that expands it a bit.

Which reminds me of a question; HOW I AM GOING TO MAKE HASHIRAMA FALL IN LOVE WITH A WOMAN THAT KILLS JUST AS MUCH AS SHE SAVES?! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! ! !

OTL

orz

Halp!

EDIT!: FIXED THE CHAPTER