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...1802, Atlantic Ocean, ship bound for America...
Roger and his wife, Martha, looked about at the passengers on the ship with disdain. They had finally packed up and left Europe and were heading to America. Both of them were Immortals and had been together for a century. Roger was older than Martha but they both had a deep love for each other and often fought and killed other Immortals together.
They stood against the railing and looked at the ocean. Martha sighed and turned to watch a very pregnant woman waddle by. Martha guessed that the woman was nearing her time of delivery. As the woman went by Martha felt the familiar tug. She poked Roger excitedly.
"Roger, see that pregnant girl. She has the potential to be one of us," Martha said excitedly.
Roger nodded. "True. What are you scheming?"
"Well, I've always wanted a child. Let's kill her and take hers," Martha replied.
Roger laughed. "You know the child will be mortal and then it will grow old and die while we'll stay young forever."
"No, remember there is a prophecy that says there will be one who will be of us but not of us. If we time it right, that child could be half and half," Martha said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Roger looked at the woman thoughtfully. She wore no wedding ring. "Anything you wish, my sweet."
Martha squealed and hugged him and they made plans as to how best go about it.
Several hours later they had taken up positions on opposite ends of the ship and were waiting for the young mother to take her nightly stroll. It was Martha who slit her throat and it was Roger who delivered the blow to the infant. They dragged her body over to a pile of burlap sacks and waited for her to revive. The woman's wounds closed and she took a startled gasp and sat up.
Martha grabbed her. "Shhh, it's ok. You fainted dear, are you alright?" she asked in concern.
The woman looked at Martha and Roger. "Yes, I am fine. I don't remember what happened," she said, her French accent very pronounced.
"It is okay. You were lucky we were walking by. Here let us help you to your quarters."
Martha and Roger returned the woman to her cabin and exchanged grins when they exited. Now all they had to do was wait until they got ashore. Then, once the girl gave birth, they would have a child of their own.
...A few weeks later...
"Push, Lisette, push. Your child is almost born," Martha said in encouragement.
Lisette was panting hard and trying not to cry. The birth was not going easy. Roger sat behind her, propping her up. Finally after a mighty contraction wracked her body, she bore down one more time and heard Martha's triumphant shout as the baby entered the world kicking and screaming.
"It's a girl!" Martha said and laid the baby on Lisette's chest.
Lisette stared down in wonder at her child and wept. She murmured in French to the baby. Martha smiled. "Here let me clean her up for you," she offered as she nodded her head to Roger.
Martha took the newborn girl over to the tub to clean her. She heard the sound of a sword cutting through flesh and the familiar crackle of Immortal energy being released. She grinned and continued to wash the baby.
...Present...
Roger felt someone shake him and he looked up at Martha. "I'll get the car ready. You go and wake up Luisa," she said.
Roger nodded and headed for Luisa's room.