'Good Christian people, I am come hither to die, for according to the law, and by the law I am judged to die, and therefore I will speak nothing against it. I am come hither to accuse no man, nor to speak anything of that, whereof I am accused and condemned to die, but I pray God save the king and send him long to reign over you, for a gentler nor a more merciful prince was there never: and to me he was ever a good, a gentle and sovereign lord. And if any person will meddle of my cause, I require them to judge the best. And thus I take my leave of the world and of you all, and I heartily desire you all to pray for me. O Lord have mercy on me, to God I commend my soul.'
~Execution speech~
May 19th, 1539
Anne Boleyn
Englands greatest Queen consort.
When you try your best
but you don't succeed
When you get what you want
but not what you need
When you feel so tired
but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming
down your face
When you lose something
you can't replace
When you love someone
but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide
you home
And ignite
your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above
or down below
When you're too in love
to let it go
But if you never try
you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide
you home
And ignite
your bones
And I will try
to fix you
Tears stream
down your face
When you lose something
you cannot replace
Tears stream
down your face
And I
Tears stream
down your face
I promise you
I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream
down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to
fix you
~Fix You~
Cold Play
"It's okay, Bell's, it's okay."
Washing her bruised body, I sighed - running a hand through my hair in agitation. Looking up, she cradled her belly with such love and concern, she barely looked like herself anymore. Her eyes protruded from her face, the once vibrant and alive swirls of brown that rested in her eyes were now dull and lifeless.
Bruises covered her alabaster skin - no longer was she a glowing newly wed, but a beat up incubator. I could no longer hug her for the fear that it would disrupt the baby.
The baby.
Her baby.
"You know, I'm keeping my bet - you know it's going to be a girl,"
A beaming smile lit up her hollow face as she cradled her womb yet again, looking up to me with an expression of her stubbornness. "No. E.J is a little boy. A sweet, little boy."
"Well, when your daughters born - I'm going to tell her that her mother thought she was going to be a boy and she'll despise you forever!" I laughed evilly and she smiled, looking down at her bruised abdomen.
Rose came into the bathroom in her gorgeousness, and smile lightly as she knelt next to me - looking at Bella's stomach. "How is she?"
I nodded. "Fine. The baby is been kicking away, hasn't she Bell's?"
Bella sniffled, and I sighed - kneeling back over the bath and I cupped her face with my hand. "Why are you crying? I thought we had gotten over the drama with your slippers?"
"What happened with her slippers?" Rose asked, and I looked to her, biting my lip.
"She put them on her hands,"
A choke sob echoed throughout the bathroom, and I looked at her - cocking my brow. "What now?"
"I was reliving it!"She moaned, and I shook my head, smiling.
"Sweetheart, everyone ends up doing it in the end."
She looked to me, shaking her head. "No they don't!"
Yeah, they really don't.
No shit - I was just being polite.
No one but old people do that kind of shit.
"Some ... people do."
She looked to me, cocking her brow as she wiped away her tears. "Who?"
My eyebrows furrowed. "Old people,"
"And dogs." Rose said and I nodded.
Nodding, Bella traced the line of her growing womb and she leant her head against the tiled wall - wiping away the tears that streaked her hallowing alabaster face. "So it's normal then?"
Rose nodded, kneeling as she tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Yes. Especially with pregnancy."
"Yup," I said, smiling as I got up to get the shampoo and conditioner out of the shower. "And when she's born, you can tell her about it."
"He,"
Bella smiled despite the situation and Rose helped me get her out of the bath, wrapping her in a cotton bath robe and she shakily stood - Rose helping Bella out of the bathroom and into her room, dressing her.
"You need to stop growing, sweetheart. Your making mummy's clothes too small,"
I smiled at Bella's mutterings, leaving her with Rose as I went downstairs - skipping to the kitchen where I found Emmett vacating one of the stools, his broad shoulders slumped on the granite bench.
Grabbing a drink of water, I grabbed a glass and poured myself a drink. "Thirsty, Dracula?"
Emmett looked up, positively parched. "You have no idea,"
I smirked. "Well, I bet my bloods just getting on your nerves, right? I'm just a useless blood bag, my perfect O negative blood just swimming with metallic sweetness."
He narrowed his eyes. "Your evil, Antoinette."
"As are you, Dracula." I said, biting my lip. "Is the mutt still out there?"
He nodded. "Three of the mutts are out there."
I raised my eyebrows . "Three? What, did Seth and Jacob pro-create?"
Who's the mother?
Seth.
I'm sorry, but he's just too sensitive.
Emmett rolled his eyes. "They've been howling - all night. If you would just talk to him-"
"We've had this discussion, Dracula, I've already said what I've had to say."
I felt a cold lips on my cheek and I smiled as Esme passed me, smiling warmly. "Are you hungry, Anna?"
I shook my head, smiling warmly at Esme. "Depends on what your making,"
"Well, the pack needs some sand-"
I shook my head at the mention of the pack - the pack of dogs. Looking out the window over the vast majority of woods, I narrowed my eyes as I saw the outline of a wolves silhouette against the dawn that was breaking.
Yep, I was up early.
For once in your life.
What's that supposed to mean?
That your a lazy bitch.
Harsh, wasn't it?
Yeah, slightly.
Slightly?
Okay, a lot.
But admit it - you are a lazy bitch.
Yeah, I am.
Rubbing my tired eyes, I travelled over to where Bella had been put down - a blanket laid over her swollen abdomen while she leant her head against the leather sofa, her exhausted eyes dropping - the fact that she had been crying still evident as Rose attached her back to the machines that she now basically lived on.
I sat down next to her, lifting her legs onto my lap and I looked to her - smiling as I put my hand on her belly, waiting for the soft padding to start.
"Belly, your huge."
She looked to me, sighing. "Has anyone ever told you your not a nice person?"
"You would be the one hundredth," I said, smiling and I watched as Carlisle went onto the porch - greeting a copper skinned sex god that I happened to be trying to hate at the moment.
It was so unbelievably hard.
You've only been trying to do it for two days!
Shut up.
Edward came over to Bella, a loving, devoted yet defeated smile on his face as he leant down - pressing his lips painfully to her forehead. "Have you had anything to eat, love?"
I scoffed. "Like she'd go anywhere near food."
She smiled weakly. "I'm just going to throw it back up. What's the point?"
Edward chuckled, although almost seemed to regret it instantly - as if he was betraying his depressed demeanour. "You should eat."
Rosalie looked to Bella, pursing her lips. "What is the point? The IV is keeping her hydrated - she throws up almost everything else."
"The joys of carrying a half-vampire baby." I whimsically remarked, and I looked to Bella. "I am horrible, aren't I?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
Edwards head shot up, and he craned his neck - looking out to the porch as his eyes focused on something else. "I'll be right back, Bella. I want to speak with Carlisle for a moment. Actually, Rosalie, would you mind accompanying me?" Edward sounded different. There was a little life in his dead voice. A spark of something. Not hope exactly, but maybe the desire to hope.
"What is it, Edward?" Bella asked hoarsely, looking up to her husband and he looked back down at her - his dark eyes wallowing in their beauty.
Stupid beautiful bloodsucking freak.
"Nothing you need to worry about, love. It will just take a second. Please, Rose?" He asked, desperation seeping through his voice and she reluctantly nodded - looking around for something.
"Esme?" Rosalie called. "Can you mind Bella for me?"
What, I'm not good enough to be 'minding'?
I can mind people!
You told a four year old Santa Clause is a sex dominator and the elves were his sex slaves.
And the pole is used for ... Other, not G rated, things.
It's called dry fucking a pole.
Esme floated down the stairs like a Goddess and she smiled, nodding. "Of course,"
We watched them join Carlisle and the mutt on the porch and Bella grabbed my hand, and I looked up - smiling. "Are you feeling okay?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"Pain level today?" I asked, and she bit her lip - looking up to the roof.
"Probably like a six or seven."
I nodded. "Okay. What hurts?"
She sighed. "My back. And my ribs. And my sto-"
She broke into a coughing fit and I sighed, grabbing a bucket as she vomited and Esme pat her back as she looked down at her daughter-in-law, her topaz eyes searching her as she worryingly cringed, almost not knowing what to do.
"Esme, can you get her on the bed?"
Esme nodded absentmindedly, getting Bella and putting her flat on the hospital bed, her belly a mountain under the sheet. She looked like wax—colourless and sort of see-through. You'd think she was already dead, except for the tiny movement of her chest, her shallow breathing.
I sat down on the chair next to it, holding her hand. "I swear, if you weren't carrying a child - I would kill you for getting vomit on my shoes. Again."
She laughed weakly. "Shut up."
I heard footsteps coming from outside, and I looked over my shoulders - sighing as I saw the mutt come through with Edward in front of him, while Carlisle and Rose followed them.
"Who let the dog in?" I asked, looking back to Bella and she shook her head.
"That's not funny."
I smiled. "You know it is. When I'm a famous comedienne, you'll be like 'hey, I knew her. Yeah, she was really funny when I was carrying my vampire husbands child.' And I'll be like 'security, you can let her through.' And then you'll be let through."
She looked up to me, shaking her head. "Your sanity is worrying."
"Glad I could make you worry about my insanity."
"What's going on?" Bella demanded in a scratchy whisper. Her waxy hand twitched up—like she was trying to protect her balloon-shaped stomach.
"Jacob had an idea that might help you," Carlisle said, his beautiful eyes swirling with emotions that would never be spoken or acted upon."It won't be…pleasant, but—"
"But it will help the baby," Rosalie interrupted eagerly. "We've thought of a better way to feed him. Maybe."
I raised my eyebrows. "That's brilliant!" I said, jubilant as I looked down at Bella.
Bella's eyelids fluttered. Then she coughed out a weak chuckle. "Not pleasant?" she whispered. "Gosh, that'll be such a change." She eyed the tube stuck into her arm and coughed again.
I smiled, laughing with her and she clutched at my hand. Edward stepped around Rosalie, no humour touching his intense expression. He was about to take her hand when I pulled it away from him, and placed it back on her swollen stomach.
"Bella, love, we're going to ask you to do something monstrous," he said, cringing. "Repulsive."
Please, please don't say she'll have to drink breast milk.
That would be so gross.
What if its Edwards breast milk?
That's not even possible!
Hey, maybe Edwards got a big, big secret.
What, that he has the ability to breast feed his child? Or that he's a hermaphrodite?
She took a shallow, fluttery breath about to open her mouth when I looked up to Carlisle, squeezing Bella's hand. "How bad?"
Carlisle answered. "We think the foetus might have an appetite closer to ours than to yours. We think it's thirsty."
Thirsty?
Like blood?
Why didn't anyone think of that before?
What fucking idiots.
Dumbasses.
She blinked. "Oh. Oh."
"Your condition—both of your conditions—are deteriorating rapidly. We don't have time to waste, to come up with more palatable ways to do this. The fastest way to test the theory—"
"I've got to drink it," she whispered. She nodded slightly—barely enough energy for a little head bob. "I can do that. Practice for the future, right?" Her colorless lips stretched into a faint grin as she looked at Edward. He didn't smile back.
No shit.
No need for sarcasm, asshole.
I looked down to Bella, chuckling. "Yummy."
Rosalie started tapping her toe impatiently, and I threw her a look. "Rose..."
She bit her lip. "Sorry."
Jacob looked between us, his eyes narrowing. "Oh, so you two are BFF's now?"
"Can someone please put the dog outside?"
He scoffed. "Mature."
I turned to him, narrowing my eyes as he mentioned me not being mature. "I'm not the one that walks around without a fucking shirt on! Do you even own a shirt or is your closet bare! PUT A FUCKING SHIRT ON!And you know what, sometimes the view is just ... Grotesque!"
You are such a liar.
Shhhh.
Did you just-
Shhhh.
He raised his eyebrows, raising his arms as he looked down to his perfectly sculpted torso.
Why did he have to be so fucking perfect?
It was just unfair!
He looked fucking photoshopped!
"Grotesque? Seriously?"
I nodded, trying to think of something grotesque about his physique.
Think, Anna, think!
"You have ... Nipple hair. That's just, well, gross."
"Your one to talk about nipple hair!" He roared.
My hands instantly went to my considerably sized bosom, and I narrowed my eyes. "I do not have nipple hair!"
He looked away, shrugging. "Didn't look like it to me."
I scoffed, and I stood. "Please, Jacob, if you really want to see my hairless tits - I can show you them now, if you like!"
Bella grabbed my hand that already had yanked my sweater to expose my pale, flat stomach and I turned back to her - my shoulders slumping. "I'm sorry. Let's get back to the subject at hand."
"Thank you," Edward said, and I sat back down.
"So, who's going to catch me a grizzly bear?" Bella whispered.
Carlisle and Edward exchanged a quick glance. "What?" Bella asked.
"It will be a more effective test if we don't cut corners, Bella," Carlisle said.
"If the foetus is craving blood," Edward explained, "it's not craving animal blood."
"It won't make a difference to you, Bella. Don't think about it," Rosalie encouraged.
Bella's eyes widened. "Who?" she breathed, and her gaze flickered to the dog.
"I'm not here as a donor, Bells," He grumbled. "'Sides, it's human blood that thing's after, and I don't think mine applies—"
I rolled my eyes. "You wouldn't want his. He's a dog. If you want blood, I've got a whole body swimming with perfect O negative. Can't get any better than that. "
"We have blood on hand," Rosalie told her, shaking her head. "For you—just in case. Don't worry about anything at all. It's going to be fine. I have a good feeling about this, Bella. I think the baby will be so much better."
Bella's hand ran across her stomach."Well," she rasped, barely audible. "I'm starving, so I'll bet he is, too." Trying to make another joke. "Let's go for it. My first vampire act."
I scoffed. "I don't think your first Vampire act is drinking blood, Bells. I think it was fucking one."
Here is another chapter for you all!
Hey, guess what my dad just brought! An ice machine! Yep, thats right.
He brought an ice machine.
And the ice it makes is so small.
Its shit! Anyways, heres your chapter - go nutz!
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