Conversation
Darla sighed, and dumped her bag on the bed. Rubbing her back, she moved over to the window and, gazing out at the poor neighbourhood alleyway, huffed, and closed the curtains.
Dragging her tired body back to the bed, she started to get ready for a long day's sleep. She was mercifully full for the time being, having just drained a young girl, no more than fifteen, out in a back-lane behind the girl's miserable excuse for a house, and she was more than ready to just let herself sink into a deep slumber.
Until the baby decided to take up kickboxing.
Darla groaned and rubbed her swollen middle, willing her offspring within to stop its movement. Without even thinking about what she was saying, she started to talk in a soft voice to it.
"Come on baby, just let Mommy get some sleep today-"
Suddenly realizing what she was saying, Darla broke off in mid-sentence, and shook her head in disgust.
"Oh God," she thought to herself,
"I've just mothered it."
Flopping onto a easy-chair beside the bed, she lifted her shirt for the God- knows time and critically eyed the sight. It was the same as always, the enlarged stomach with the skin pulled taught over it, white skin, strangely warm, enveloping the life within. She hated it.
Not even knowing why she bothered, Darla grabbed a letter opener and stabbed her pregnant belly. Nothing, only a little dip in the skin where the point had gone in. She rolled her eyes, and threw the letter opener back on the desk.
Pulling her top back down, she let out an un-needed breath, and let her hands wander over her stomach, feeling the insistent kicking beneath her palms.
Resigned to talking to it, as it seemed the only way to get it to stop beating her black and blue from the inside, she felt her eyes drawn to the darkened window, and envisioned the border, not two miles from her room.
"I didn't think I'd be going back there you know," she whispered, still rubbing her belly,
"Or at least not for a few hundred years or so, wait for all his ties and little friends to be long gone. Long enough for him to realize that he doesn't belong in that world and never will, no matter how much he wants to kid himself. Long enough for him to know that he belongs in the darkness with me."
She shrugged,
"Or just to kill him."
The vampire trailed off and looked to the window again, imagining the rising sun behind the curtains.
A well-placed kick urged her to go on.
"He's still a young thing you know. Barely two hundred and fifty."
The frustration of centuries suddenly poured itself upon her, and her thoughtful rambling suddenly changed into an aggravated rant.
"You know, I made him what he is and how does he repay me? Gives me a measly hundred and fifty years, then gets a soul, ends up killing me, and when those stupid lawyers bring me back as human, he refuses to change me, so Drusilla of all people has to do it. But no that's not enough, no, then he has to go and knock me up!"
Realizing what she was talking to, she let the rant go and rolled her eyes at own patheticness.
"I sometimes disturb myself" she muttered under her breath.
Struggling out of the chair, she rested her hands on the bulge, and realized that the baby had stopped kicking. Smiling to herself, she made her way to the bed.
"Guess that means you're going to let me sleep huh?"
She was rewarded with a foot in her ribcage in response.
Collapsing on the bed, she pulled the blankets up to her chin and rested her head on the spongy pillow. Yawning, she smirked and patted her belly one last time,
"Just remember, two more days, and we get to meet Daddy. We'll blow his head off."
Darla sighed, and dumped her bag on the bed. Rubbing her back, she moved over to the window and, gazing out at the poor neighbourhood alleyway, huffed, and closed the curtains.
Dragging her tired body back to the bed, she started to get ready for a long day's sleep. She was mercifully full for the time being, having just drained a young girl, no more than fifteen, out in a back-lane behind the girl's miserable excuse for a house, and she was more than ready to just let herself sink into a deep slumber.
Until the baby decided to take up kickboxing.
Darla groaned and rubbed her swollen middle, willing her offspring within to stop its movement. Without even thinking about what she was saying, she started to talk in a soft voice to it.
"Come on baby, just let Mommy get some sleep today-"
Suddenly realizing what she was saying, Darla broke off in mid-sentence, and shook her head in disgust.
"Oh God," she thought to herself,
"I've just mothered it."
Flopping onto a easy-chair beside the bed, she lifted her shirt for the God- knows time and critically eyed the sight. It was the same as always, the enlarged stomach with the skin pulled taught over it, white skin, strangely warm, enveloping the life within. She hated it.
Not even knowing why she bothered, Darla grabbed a letter opener and stabbed her pregnant belly. Nothing, only a little dip in the skin where the point had gone in. She rolled her eyes, and threw the letter opener back on the desk.
Pulling her top back down, she let out an un-needed breath, and let her hands wander over her stomach, feeling the insistent kicking beneath her palms.
Resigned to talking to it, as it seemed the only way to get it to stop beating her black and blue from the inside, she felt her eyes drawn to the darkened window, and envisioned the border, not two miles from her room.
"I didn't think I'd be going back there you know," she whispered, still rubbing her belly,
"Or at least not for a few hundred years or so, wait for all his ties and little friends to be long gone. Long enough for him to realize that he doesn't belong in that world and never will, no matter how much he wants to kid himself. Long enough for him to know that he belongs in the darkness with me."
She shrugged,
"Or just to kill him."
The vampire trailed off and looked to the window again, imagining the rising sun behind the curtains.
A well-placed kick urged her to go on.
"He's still a young thing you know. Barely two hundred and fifty."
The frustration of centuries suddenly poured itself upon her, and her thoughtful rambling suddenly changed into an aggravated rant.
"You know, I made him what he is and how does he repay me? Gives me a measly hundred and fifty years, then gets a soul, ends up killing me, and when those stupid lawyers bring me back as human, he refuses to change me, so Drusilla of all people has to do it. But no that's not enough, no, then he has to go and knock me up!"
Realizing what she was talking to, she let the rant go and rolled her eyes at own patheticness.
"I sometimes disturb myself" she muttered under her breath.
Struggling out of the chair, she rested her hands on the bulge, and realized that the baby had stopped kicking. Smiling to herself, she made her way to the bed.
"Guess that means you're going to let me sleep huh?"
She was rewarded with a foot in her ribcage in response.
Collapsing on the bed, she pulled the blankets up to her chin and rested her head on the spongy pillow. Yawning, she smirked and patted her belly one last time,
"Just remember, two more days, and we get to meet Daddy. We'll blow his head off."