Unexpected Child

Chapter 14: Snarling

She couldn't stay unconscious for too long, the searing pain was too unbearable. She could barely move her body, as she heard someone sneak into the room gently. The words of the strange hooded figure who freed her from that grim demise, the words he whispered into her ear, they echoed in her head. Protect this box. It'll save everything about you one day.

"Easy, careful." The voice whispered adoringly. Her eyes snapped open and she tried to desperately focus on the source of this voice. The blurry ears gave it away.

"WH … WH … --" She began to shout when he hastily covered her mouth with his hand.

"Shh!" He hissed. "I don't want your family to know I'm up here, or I'm dead." Everything focused and the frantic face of the demon she was in love with, and yet the same demon whom she despised.

"Lucky for me, Edward, Bella, and Alice all went shopping and that other coven went home. That just leaves," He shudders. "Jasper and Emmett, who hate me the most." She glared fiercely at him and dug her nails into his skin. He recoiled immediately.

"Has Satan decided to torture me before I die?" She snarled, burying her face in the pillow. He sighed, saying nothing.

"Wait a minute," She growled quietly, his scent acknowledging that he was no hallucination. "This scent … that means, you're real?" She immediately slammed him against the wall, glaring with the fierceness of a jungle cat. He struggled to breathe properly, and squirmed against the cold wall.

"Mimi, please, let me go." He whispered, her teeth clenched together, she struggled to stand on her own two feet, and when she did, she cried out, lost her power and slammed down onto the floor.

"Dammit, you wriggly little half-demon!" Emmett burst through the door and grabbed the collar of Kenji's shirt, glaring into the demon's eyes. "What'd I say about coming up here?" He snarled menacingly. Jasper lifted Amira gently.

"Are you alright?" He murmured, stroking her head gently.

"Fine." She hissed in a whisper. "He's supposed to be dead, why isn't he dead?" Jasper sighed heavily, Emmett had already dragged Kenji out of the room.

"Once those painful marks reach your head, in approximately four months, you'll die. And he's the only one who can lead us to the person who will save you, a demonic alchemist named Drale." His face grew depressed, and tortured. Her teeth clenched together lightly.

"So let me die." She growled. His eyes widened incredulously. "I might as well get to hell quicker, seeing as I'm going there anyway."

"We're not losing you." He growled quietly. "Whether you like it or not, I'm never going to allow you to die before my eyes. No. I will never lose you, nor Alice. Have I made myself clear?" His tone was filled with authority, but it was also very serious and cold. He meant business, and they both knew it.

"Yes." She muttered dully. He sighed, and knocked his forehead into hers.

"I will not lose you. Never. You're far too special to me, to all of us, which is why we're going to bust our humps out there, to try to fix this accursed problem with you and why we're dealing with that half-demon and not killing him on the spot." Jasper's razor sharp teeth clenched together, deeply regretting not tearing that thing to shreds as soon as he saw the demon was alive.

"I could've sworn I killed him, I should've … checked to make sure." She whispered sadly, frowning. He shook his head, and hugged her fiercely. Gently, he placed her back on her bed.

"Don't move around, it's too painful. I swear on my life and past life as a solider, that I'll stop those marks from reaching your head and you'll live." Swiftly, softly, he walked out the door and closed it behind him.

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It was night time now, she was tired for once. She reached over for the music box, opened it, and listened to the strange yet so intoxicating melody that seemed to destroy Lord Ronan. The outside texture of the trinket was simple, but a bit beat up. Embedded in the center of the outside texture, was a small golden crescent moon. As the music played, inside the center a tiny cat danced in the center.

Amira … Vicky whispered, concerned out of her mind.

You alright, kid? Alexander murmured, just as worried.

"I'm fine." She whispered, not even glancing, absorbed in the little music box. Something jumped outside on her balcony, and crept right in. Kenji, again. Her hand flexed, ready to throw a dagger through his cold heart.

"Amira." He whispered, creeping up to her bed side. Shockingly, he bent down to the most formal position of bowing known in Japanese history. Her eyes widened.

"Please, hear me out." His ears twitched on his head, his honey stained voice begged her mercilessly. As much as she wanted to refuse, she just couldn't, not with his scent so close to her nostrils.

"Very well." She snapped in a whisper. He looked up and smiled, crouching near her injured body.

"You don't know how you've haunted me." He began, whispering. "Everyday and every night, calling me in my sleep. Cursing my name in nightmares, and I've deserved everything. Lord Ronan was aware of this, and he always reprimanded me for having such feelings toward a vampire. But … you can't just get rid of it, can you?" She stayed silent, but she knew and understood everything.

"I felt absolutely monstrous. Which is why, the day before the battle, Ronan gave me a special mixture that allowed me to close my heart for a few hours, it was the only way I could ever face you. But … those last few things you told me, it broke the spell, and I didn't fight back. I wanted to be killed by you, because I deserved it for hurting you. I deserve to be devoured by Satan himself, I'm the most horrible, vile--"

"Stop." She whispered, her eyes softening. She didn't want to keep this up, not after all this time, not after all the heart sickness she'd endured. Slowly, she traced the scar on his left cheek she gave him with her index finger, and bent down to kiss it gently. Her lips were icy against his warm skin.

"You've no pride at all, do you?" she asked wryly, the corners of her lips twitching. His eyes grew extremely hopeful. "To get down on your hands and knees to beg for my forgiveness, are you sure you're a male demon?" He chuckled quietly, outlining the downward cut on her right eye with his finger as well, cautiously mimicking her actions exactly.

"Pride means nothing, when it's you." He stated calmly. "My dignity flew out the window when I came in here. Because, your forgiveness is far more important."

"Words." She scoffed skeptically. His eyebrow rose.

"You think I'm lying?" He whispered, inching closer. She nodded slowly, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"How?" He got closer. "How do I prove that I'm telling the truth?" His warmth was inching far too close, she couldn't think right, and instinctively pushed herself back as he drew in closer.

"Stop it." She managed to murmur weakly, failing to hiss as she intended to. A smile smirk spread across his lips, but he obeyed quietly. It was so sudden, but she slammed against the covers, and began shivering tremendously. Her body felt like an ice berg, and there was no way she could heat herself as a vampire. Kenji was immediately alert.

"Mimi! What's wrong?" He demanded in a whisper.

"U-U-U-Uh I-I'm f-f-f-fine." She murmured in a weak voice, her teeth chattering. Her entire family stormed in.

"What are you doing in here?" Edward snarled, roughly pulling the demon to his feet. Kenji remained silent, staring intently at the shivering vampiress.

"Hey, kid?" Emmett whispered to his niece. "Tell me what's wrong, what're you shivering for?"

"Cold fever." Carlisle stated matter-of-factly.

"How is that possible?" Jasper hissed.

"The curse," Bella murmured, staring at the ground. "That strange creature warned us about this. That she'll be much weaker than before."

"But it's not possible for our kind to become ill." Rosalie added uncertainly.

"The marks of suffering always defied and ignored such things, possibly one of the cruelest fates to be brought upon any creature." Kenji said tonelessly, feeling the immense guilt and pain of everything that's happened to Amira.

"This is by far the strangest thing I've ever seen." Carlisle murmured, frowning, and gently putting his hand up against the child's forehead.

"I was right, it's a cold fever. An extremely strong one, at that." He sighed. "The only way to break the fever would be if she gets warm enough."

"But how could –" Jasper began, his eyes widened as he broke off.

"Aw, hell no!" Emmett snapped, glaring fiercely at the half-demon. "I'd rather we set her on fire."

"It's the only way the fever will break." Carlisle said gently, though it annoyed him too, just a bit. Jasper let out an exasperated groan. Bella, however, let a small smile creep across her lips.

"Alright, demon." Jasper growled. "You're going to have to … hold her." The vampire's razor sharp teeth ground together, and his pale hand clenched up into a fist.

"And don't get any wise ideas." Emmett threatened him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. "If you try, I will take pleasure in ripping you apart." Kenji didn't answer, for what could he say?

"One of us is going to have to stay here, so the demon doesn't try anything smooth." Emmett hissed, folding his arms across his large chest.

"I say we should trust him." Bella suggested quietly from across the room. Edward brought the palm of his hand to his face.

"Any other non-insane suggestions?" Emmett asked. Bella leaned off of the wall, walking up to her large brother, confronting him as if he was half her size.

"Are you doubting me, Emmett?" She challenged.

"Yup." He grinned, accept any type of challenge thrown at him.

"Why is that?"

"Because you're insane."

"Oh am I?" Her eyes grew more powerful, that little manipulative power she acquired has come in handy.

"Damnit! Why do you have to use those god-damned devil eyes?"

"Because I can." Bella smiled, triumphant. All the men, excluding Carlisle, stalked out of the room like little boys. Kenji ended up smiling at the kind vampire woman, and she returned the gesture before leaving the room. With a sigh, Kenji lifted the shivering vampiress and held her against his chest tightly, cradling her like a princess. Amira didn't even want to protest, he was far too warm.Little did they notice, Jasper was leaning against the wall in the corner.

"Try anything demon, and I'll slit your throat." He snarled menacingly. Kenji sighed.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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A/N: Woo. XD Finally, it's up! Stay linked for the next chapter 8D