Sorry, we are once again going to skip. But only two months, where stuff
gets really interesting. This came and I could find nothing below rated R
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Two Months later . . .
It has been two months since I was married to Eric. Life itself had not really changed, but I do not care. I am in love with the kindest man on the planet. Or in Midnight, be that as it may. This morning, or night, I woke up to the sound of my mother, Dieta's, words echo in my ear. Nada, she would say, never go out with a boy unless you know his last name. And here I was, getting married to a boy who didn't even remember his own last name. I personally forgot my own the other day, but that is of no importance.
The days after Blaze's death, I had gone into deep depression. I would not eat nor sleep. The only time I had talked for those few days was to Eric. I would not speak to Lucia, Jaguar, no one but my husband. I doubt that marriages can protect me, but it helped us create something so beautiful that I cry just thinking about it.
"Checkmate." I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at the board. Across from me, Eric smiled triumphantly. I wanted to hit him because he had that smug look on his face and kiss him because of how cute he looked. At the same time!
"Damn you," I muttered as I knocked over all of my peices. I didn't even know which peice I was supposed to knock over anyway. That brought a smile to Eric's face and he leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.
"I still love you," he whispered, "Even if you can't play chess for your own life." I pulled away from him and felt my eyes tear up. "Oh, I'm sorry Nada." Ever since I had 'come back' from 'myself/the several months of inner struggle, as Eric called it' I had drew back from anything that involved losing life, even if it was meant as a joke.
"It's alright!" I answered as I threw a chess peice that resembled a horse at him. Pretending to be hit hard, he fell over and laughed.
"Seems that my Avalon has beat me to the kill." My head jerked up and I backed away as far as I could from the door. Had it been two months already? I suppose it had to be. Jager never came unless priorly announced. Eric seemed more surprised than scared. Slowly, he sat up and turned around, meeting my owner eye to eye. Doubt drowned my thoughts as I looked at the two most important things in my life. If Jager killed Eric, I would end my life so fast. But now I couldn't. I was helpless to stop Jager from hurting my husband. I know it must sound odd for a 16 year old, almost 17, to be saying husband, but you must agree that Midnight changes you.
"Jager," I gasped after a few minutes of silence. Ever since I became Nada again, I forced myself not to fight back unless my life depended on it. And Eric's, and our-
"The one and only," the green eyed vampire replied, his eyes pulling away from Eric and finally looking at me. I hated that leech like I never thought possible. He had acted like a vampire in love but has now turned into an emotionless beast. He had killed the one thing that made me turn back into who I was. Nada was not whom Jager wanted. He wanted Avalon. She was the thing Jager had created out of me and I swear on Blaze's grave that I would never let her see the light of day or the shadows of night again.
"I didn't phrase it as a question," I snapped back, not bothering to hold my tongue. If I was Nada, then Nada I will stay. She had teased the undead and so will I. Surprise flickered across his face briefly before bending down and pulling Eric up by his hair.
"What did you say kitten?" He hissed at me as he brought Eric's face inches from his own. Hatred consumed me and I slowly stood, shaking with emotion.
"Put Eric down or I swear by the Goddess that you will regret not doing so." Jager's eyes widened and he gawked at me. I dont think he gawks at humans much. Eric seemed to turn pale, but his eyes did not leave Jager's.
"By the Goddess," Jager whispered, "Hmm?" I continued to glare at him although he never took his eyes off of my lover.
"Yes, the Goddess within me. The God in the sky. Spirit shall return your horrid deeds three fold!" That was the first time I had outwardly spoken anything of my religon, EVER. As a free blood I had kept it private, even from my friends. As a Midnight human I was smart enough to keep it to myself. But it had finally come out.
"A human witch!?!" Jager growled as he threw Eric aside and came towards me. I had not thought about his reaction when my threat came out of my mouth. I fingered the dagger hilt that I kept under my clothes, just incase a moment like this had occured. "I have owned a human witch for over a year and was not aware of it!" He seemed to be talking to himself as he had my hair in his grip, pulling my head up to meet his gaze.
"Yes, I prefer Wiccan, but if you wish to call me a witch, then go ahead." He backhanded me. He knew he had lost what he had created. What he did not know was what was growing inside me.
"Nada, don't," I heard Eric plead from his spot. He had not been injured too bad, but he had not moved from where he had landed.
"Nada, hmm?" Jager hissed in my ear as he tugged my hair once again. I pulled out the dagger and rammed it into Jager's stomach. Never in my life would I ever kill anything, even if it was already dead. I missed on purpose. Jager made an animal sound that made my cringe as he threw me next to Eric. I landed on my arm and winced. No, I looked again and saw it was Eric's arm I had landed on. Oops.
"Sorry," I whispered in his ear just as Jaguar and a witch I have not met entered the room, or my cage, my world.
"What is the meaning of this Jager?" Jaguar bellowed as he caught eye of Eric. Either Jaguar had never known Eric came down to see me or Jaguar was upset that Eric was hurt. Maybe both. But right now he was so mad I could sense it coming off in waves. The witch seemed to notice too. Suddenly her eyes met mine, then they drifted to my stomach.
The two vampires seemed to see her looking at me and they stopped to look me over as well. Slowly, the woman made her way over to me and set her hands on my stomach. "The Light in your life grows within you." That seemed to catch Jager's, Jaguar's, and even Eric's attention. I had not told anyone of my child.
"She's with child?" Jager's question seemed weak and fragile, as if he had been struck in the heart by the dagger I had driven into his immortal eternally healing body. The Smoke witch, her hand still on my stomach, turned her head just slightly to see Jager out of the corner of her eye.
"Carries the blood of the damned," she replied, which made both vampires flinch. The disgust in her voice made everyone take a better look at her. I could only assume that this woman was paid by Midnight, and it made me curious on how she could speak so sickly of them. "But the innocent overrules."
"Her mother was a blood bond," Jaguar informed the witch, who seemed to be relieved to hear such. "But she is not, and neither is the father." The last word was directed at Eric, who seemed to blush and pale at the same time.
"Well, how far is she into the pregnancy?" Jager asked, stuttering. I was shocked. Why did he seem to care so much? I hated him with every molecule in my body. He killed my son.
"Are you still sick in the mornings?" She asked me and I nodded with a sick look on my face. I hated those mornings when I would throw up in the toilet. And I had asked for more food than usual, which was just more for me to lose later on in the day.
"First trimester I would suspect. When did you find out you were pregnant?" I glanced over at Eric with blushed cheeks. His eyes were on Jaguar, and I could only imagine the anger Jaguar was feeling.
"About a month and two weeks ago," I whispered. She seemed to understand that and patted my hand.
"Five weeks into the pregnancy I see," the witch thought aloud, "Morning sickness started a little early didn't it?"
"Guess so," I muttered. I had thought that if I ever got pregnant, my mother would have had a fit. I couldn't imagine telling her. And here I am, the news out to two vampires, my husband, and a witch. Guess your embarrasment tolerance goes up just a bit.
"So my slave is pregnant with Jaguar's pet's child?" Jager roared as he glared at me, but I was no longer looking at him. It was Eric that caught my eye. He was shaking his head over and over, tears streaming down his cheeks. I wasn't sure what was wrong with him. I was scared.
"I am not your slave," I snapped, and would have said more if it was not for the witch.
"Be careful what you say Nada Tanata," she told me. "We do not wish you to be like Jazlyn Raisa." I had only an inkling on who that was, but I said nothing.
"But you're coming to New Mayhem with me." I must have paled greatly. I felt as if I was slugged in the gut.
"You can't!" I yelled at him, although I knew he could. Very easily.
"I call blood," he whispered sadistically, gesturing to the knife wound I had given him. My mind reeled. They could not call blood here, Turquoise told me this. Jager smiled as he saw my doubt. "The treaty had a little perk. We are allowed to call blood here. And I call blood on you, Amaranta." He had not called me that in such a long time that I drew a blank for a moment. "You and your unborn child."
"No!" Eric's head snapped up and glared in Jager's direction, disobediance in every breath. "You will not take our child."
"Well, the thing is Eric," Jager whispered as he made his way towards him, a smile so evil on his face that I had to look away. "I get claim on all relatives, and you are her husband, are you not?" I heard Jaguar's sharp intake of breath and I felt the witch's grip on my hand tighten. When Eric did not respond, Jager pulled the boy several feet away from all of us, and when I saw Jager's fangs pierce Eric's neck, I screamed. I screamed as if my heart was being retched from my body.
There was no doubt in my mind that Jager had not given Eric mercy. Eric was almost screaming in pain a minute later. I saw his body struggle, trying to get away from Jager's grip. Eric's elbow rammed into Jager's stomach and he was able to pull away. Jager hissed in anger and gripped Eric's hair, then backhanded him twice before throwing him to the floor.
My lover tried to get up and when he was on his hands and knees, Jager's boot came up from under Eric and collided with the human ribs. A small gasp of surprise left Eric's lips before he collapsed on the floor. Once again Jager gripped his neck and pulled him up, and Eric's hands were desperately trying to pry the steel grip off of him. "A year ago, I had wanted to kill you, and now it looks like I am getting the chance." With that being said, Jager once again bit into Eric and he finally let out one scream, although it was barely louder than a whisper. Blood was dripping out of his nose and from his lip. I also saw a river of blood coming from under Eric's tangled hair and a spot of the crimson liquid on his shirt. If I did not know any better, it was obvious that a rib had protruded out of Eric's skin and caused bleeding. I did not even want to think about internal bleeding.
I was in tears now. The witch forced my gaze away from Eric. "You will live in New Mayhem with Jager until your give birth. Then your love will come and save you."
I heard a thump on the rug and I pulled my gaze away from the Smoke to see Jaguar kneeling next to Eric. I had known that Jaguar was very tempted to not change the human that he thought of as a son. But that did not seem relevant now. Jaguar glared at Jager, who was now across the room, before cutting his own neck with the dagger I had stabbed Jager with. I had to look away when Jaguar brought Eric's lips to his neck.
"Come now Amaranta," Jager growled as he pulled me from the witch's grasp and yanked me to my feet. I knew that Jaguar could not to anything to Jager about Eric. Tiger Tiger was rather desciptioned about calling blood. Just because Jager almost killed Eric did not mean Jaguar could kill him. It was the right of blood claim.
I was still sobbing as I saw Jaguar lay Eric down on the floor, my lover's skin as pale as death. The witch followed behind me and Jager as we left the basement. The light was so blinding that I crumbled to the ground, my free hand covering my eyes. Jager just kept pulling me along until we got to a car. He pushed me into the front seat, let the witch get into the back before he got into the driver's seat and sped off.
All the way, I sobbed. Eric has died and has been reborn into one of the night. Lucia does not know about my child, and she will not know where I have gone. I covered my head as much as I could to hide from the sun. It seemed to try to greet me back to the world of light but I did not want to be here. I would rather be in my prison with my love rather than out in the sun without him.
And this is where Nada and Amaranta begin to fight for domination over my child.
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I know! I never thought that was coming! I am shocked. Please review! Warning the next few chapters are what I call "Thrillers" Each chapter reveals something shocking to add to the plot. I know this was pretty odd in itself, but the next ones are full of suspense and stuff. Umm yeah.
Krikoris
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Two Months later . . .
It has been two months since I was married to Eric. Life itself had not really changed, but I do not care. I am in love with the kindest man on the planet. Or in Midnight, be that as it may. This morning, or night, I woke up to the sound of my mother, Dieta's, words echo in my ear. Nada, she would say, never go out with a boy unless you know his last name. And here I was, getting married to a boy who didn't even remember his own last name. I personally forgot my own the other day, but that is of no importance.
The days after Blaze's death, I had gone into deep depression. I would not eat nor sleep. The only time I had talked for those few days was to Eric. I would not speak to Lucia, Jaguar, no one but my husband. I doubt that marriages can protect me, but it helped us create something so beautiful that I cry just thinking about it.
"Checkmate." I pulled myself out of my thoughts and looked at the board. Across from me, Eric smiled triumphantly. I wanted to hit him because he had that smug look on his face and kiss him because of how cute he looked. At the same time!
"Damn you," I muttered as I knocked over all of my peices. I didn't even know which peice I was supposed to knock over anyway. That brought a smile to Eric's face and he leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.
"I still love you," he whispered, "Even if you can't play chess for your own life." I pulled away from him and felt my eyes tear up. "Oh, I'm sorry Nada." Ever since I had 'come back' from 'myself/the several months of inner struggle, as Eric called it' I had drew back from anything that involved losing life, even if it was meant as a joke.
"It's alright!" I answered as I threw a chess peice that resembled a horse at him. Pretending to be hit hard, he fell over and laughed.
"Seems that my Avalon has beat me to the kill." My head jerked up and I backed away as far as I could from the door. Had it been two months already? I suppose it had to be. Jager never came unless priorly announced. Eric seemed more surprised than scared. Slowly, he sat up and turned around, meeting my owner eye to eye. Doubt drowned my thoughts as I looked at the two most important things in my life. If Jager killed Eric, I would end my life so fast. But now I couldn't. I was helpless to stop Jager from hurting my husband. I know it must sound odd for a 16 year old, almost 17, to be saying husband, but you must agree that Midnight changes you.
"Jager," I gasped after a few minutes of silence. Ever since I became Nada again, I forced myself not to fight back unless my life depended on it. And Eric's, and our-
"The one and only," the green eyed vampire replied, his eyes pulling away from Eric and finally looking at me. I hated that leech like I never thought possible. He had acted like a vampire in love but has now turned into an emotionless beast. He had killed the one thing that made me turn back into who I was. Nada was not whom Jager wanted. He wanted Avalon. She was the thing Jager had created out of me and I swear on Blaze's grave that I would never let her see the light of day or the shadows of night again.
"I didn't phrase it as a question," I snapped back, not bothering to hold my tongue. If I was Nada, then Nada I will stay. She had teased the undead and so will I. Surprise flickered across his face briefly before bending down and pulling Eric up by his hair.
"What did you say kitten?" He hissed at me as he brought Eric's face inches from his own. Hatred consumed me and I slowly stood, shaking with emotion.
"Put Eric down or I swear by the Goddess that you will regret not doing so." Jager's eyes widened and he gawked at me. I dont think he gawks at humans much. Eric seemed to turn pale, but his eyes did not leave Jager's.
"By the Goddess," Jager whispered, "Hmm?" I continued to glare at him although he never took his eyes off of my lover.
"Yes, the Goddess within me. The God in the sky. Spirit shall return your horrid deeds three fold!" That was the first time I had outwardly spoken anything of my religon, EVER. As a free blood I had kept it private, even from my friends. As a Midnight human I was smart enough to keep it to myself. But it had finally come out.
"A human witch!?!" Jager growled as he threw Eric aside and came towards me. I had not thought about his reaction when my threat came out of my mouth. I fingered the dagger hilt that I kept under my clothes, just incase a moment like this had occured. "I have owned a human witch for over a year and was not aware of it!" He seemed to be talking to himself as he had my hair in his grip, pulling my head up to meet his gaze.
"Yes, I prefer Wiccan, but if you wish to call me a witch, then go ahead." He backhanded me. He knew he had lost what he had created. What he did not know was what was growing inside me.
"Nada, don't," I heard Eric plead from his spot. He had not been injured too bad, but he had not moved from where he had landed.
"Nada, hmm?" Jager hissed in my ear as he tugged my hair once again. I pulled out the dagger and rammed it into Jager's stomach. Never in my life would I ever kill anything, even if it was already dead. I missed on purpose. Jager made an animal sound that made my cringe as he threw me next to Eric. I landed on my arm and winced. No, I looked again and saw it was Eric's arm I had landed on. Oops.
"Sorry," I whispered in his ear just as Jaguar and a witch I have not met entered the room, or my cage, my world.
"What is the meaning of this Jager?" Jaguar bellowed as he caught eye of Eric. Either Jaguar had never known Eric came down to see me or Jaguar was upset that Eric was hurt. Maybe both. But right now he was so mad I could sense it coming off in waves. The witch seemed to notice too. Suddenly her eyes met mine, then they drifted to my stomach.
The two vampires seemed to see her looking at me and they stopped to look me over as well. Slowly, the woman made her way over to me and set her hands on my stomach. "The Light in your life grows within you." That seemed to catch Jager's, Jaguar's, and even Eric's attention. I had not told anyone of my child.
"She's with child?" Jager's question seemed weak and fragile, as if he had been struck in the heart by the dagger I had driven into his immortal eternally healing body. The Smoke witch, her hand still on my stomach, turned her head just slightly to see Jager out of the corner of her eye.
"Carries the blood of the damned," she replied, which made both vampires flinch. The disgust in her voice made everyone take a better look at her. I could only assume that this woman was paid by Midnight, and it made me curious on how she could speak so sickly of them. "But the innocent overrules."
"Her mother was a blood bond," Jaguar informed the witch, who seemed to be relieved to hear such. "But she is not, and neither is the father." The last word was directed at Eric, who seemed to blush and pale at the same time.
"Well, how far is she into the pregnancy?" Jager asked, stuttering. I was shocked. Why did he seem to care so much? I hated him with every molecule in my body. He killed my son.
"Are you still sick in the mornings?" She asked me and I nodded with a sick look on my face. I hated those mornings when I would throw up in the toilet. And I had asked for more food than usual, which was just more for me to lose later on in the day.
"First trimester I would suspect. When did you find out you were pregnant?" I glanced over at Eric with blushed cheeks. His eyes were on Jaguar, and I could only imagine the anger Jaguar was feeling.
"About a month and two weeks ago," I whispered. She seemed to understand that and patted my hand.
"Five weeks into the pregnancy I see," the witch thought aloud, "Morning sickness started a little early didn't it?"
"Guess so," I muttered. I had thought that if I ever got pregnant, my mother would have had a fit. I couldn't imagine telling her. And here I am, the news out to two vampires, my husband, and a witch. Guess your embarrasment tolerance goes up just a bit.
"So my slave is pregnant with Jaguar's pet's child?" Jager roared as he glared at me, but I was no longer looking at him. It was Eric that caught my eye. He was shaking his head over and over, tears streaming down his cheeks. I wasn't sure what was wrong with him. I was scared.
"I am not your slave," I snapped, and would have said more if it was not for the witch.
"Be careful what you say Nada Tanata," she told me. "We do not wish you to be like Jazlyn Raisa." I had only an inkling on who that was, but I said nothing.
"But you're coming to New Mayhem with me." I must have paled greatly. I felt as if I was slugged in the gut.
"You can't!" I yelled at him, although I knew he could. Very easily.
"I call blood," he whispered sadistically, gesturing to the knife wound I had given him. My mind reeled. They could not call blood here, Turquoise told me this. Jager smiled as he saw my doubt. "The treaty had a little perk. We are allowed to call blood here. And I call blood on you, Amaranta." He had not called me that in such a long time that I drew a blank for a moment. "You and your unborn child."
"No!" Eric's head snapped up and glared in Jager's direction, disobediance in every breath. "You will not take our child."
"Well, the thing is Eric," Jager whispered as he made his way towards him, a smile so evil on his face that I had to look away. "I get claim on all relatives, and you are her husband, are you not?" I heard Jaguar's sharp intake of breath and I felt the witch's grip on my hand tighten. When Eric did not respond, Jager pulled the boy several feet away from all of us, and when I saw Jager's fangs pierce Eric's neck, I screamed. I screamed as if my heart was being retched from my body.
There was no doubt in my mind that Jager had not given Eric mercy. Eric was almost screaming in pain a minute later. I saw his body struggle, trying to get away from Jager's grip. Eric's elbow rammed into Jager's stomach and he was able to pull away. Jager hissed in anger and gripped Eric's hair, then backhanded him twice before throwing him to the floor.
My lover tried to get up and when he was on his hands and knees, Jager's boot came up from under Eric and collided with the human ribs. A small gasp of surprise left Eric's lips before he collapsed on the floor. Once again Jager gripped his neck and pulled him up, and Eric's hands were desperately trying to pry the steel grip off of him. "A year ago, I had wanted to kill you, and now it looks like I am getting the chance." With that being said, Jager once again bit into Eric and he finally let out one scream, although it was barely louder than a whisper. Blood was dripping out of his nose and from his lip. I also saw a river of blood coming from under Eric's tangled hair and a spot of the crimson liquid on his shirt. If I did not know any better, it was obvious that a rib had protruded out of Eric's skin and caused bleeding. I did not even want to think about internal bleeding.
I was in tears now. The witch forced my gaze away from Eric. "You will live in New Mayhem with Jager until your give birth. Then your love will come and save you."
I heard a thump on the rug and I pulled my gaze away from the Smoke to see Jaguar kneeling next to Eric. I had known that Jaguar was very tempted to not change the human that he thought of as a son. But that did not seem relevant now. Jaguar glared at Jager, who was now across the room, before cutting his own neck with the dagger I had stabbed Jager with. I had to look away when Jaguar brought Eric's lips to his neck.
"Come now Amaranta," Jager growled as he pulled me from the witch's grasp and yanked me to my feet. I knew that Jaguar could not to anything to Jager about Eric. Tiger Tiger was rather desciptioned about calling blood. Just because Jager almost killed Eric did not mean Jaguar could kill him. It was the right of blood claim.
I was still sobbing as I saw Jaguar lay Eric down on the floor, my lover's skin as pale as death. The witch followed behind me and Jager as we left the basement. The light was so blinding that I crumbled to the ground, my free hand covering my eyes. Jager just kept pulling me along until we got to a car. He pushed me into the front seat, let the witch get into the back before he got into the driver's seat and sped off.
All the way, I sobbed. Eric has died and has been reborn into one of the night. Lucia does not know about my child, and she will not know where I have gone. I covered my head as much as I could to hide from the sun. It seemed to try to greet me back to the world of light but I did not want to be here. I would rather be in my prison with my love rather than out in the sun without him.
And this is where Nada and Amaranta begin to fight for domination over my child.
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I know! I never thought that was coming! I am shocked. Please review! Warning the next few chapters are what I call "Thrillers" Each chapter reveals something shocking to add to the plot. I know this was pretty odd in itself, but the next ones are full of suspense and stuff. Umm yeah.
Krikoris