Ok guys, this is the last chapter. *tear* I really fell in love with this
story. Really I did! And its great to know that other people like it too.
After this I am going to put an Author's notes and I would like you to read
them and see if you agree with anything. Ok, last chapter, Nada's POV.
Disturbed Awakenings has started and ended with Nada, but her children's
stories are just about to begin.
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"What are you going to name her?" Loreena asked me on my right as Madrina rocked my son on my left. My small fragile daughter was in my arms, oddly silent. I was still somewhat in shock as to what the vampiric blood had done to her in such a small amount of time.
My daughter had deep tanned skin, even for a newborn, a little hair tuft the color of chocolate, and eyes the tint of death. Jager was visible in my child's appearance, despite the fact that she was already 7 months in my womb when his blood entered her system. Then again, she is so small. The blood had went through her cord and left the vampiric taint of darkness. And she had drawn the blood away from her brother, as much of a miracle that is.
"I am not sure yet," I thought, my eyes still gazing over my darling daughter. She looked so much like the vampire that all but killed her father, damned her mother, and tainted her own china doll body.
"Lucia will be back in a few days to announce the name of your son," Madrina assured me as she stroked my son's cheek. I looked over at him and was hit with sadness. Unlike his sister, who was tainted with the Dark, he was the Light in everyway. When she had drawn Jager's blood to herself, she must have taken Flare's blood along with it. He as well beared no resemblance to his parents.
His skin was the color of fresh snow, and we would have all thought him dead had he not cried. But his small amount of hair was so blond that it looked white. And his eyes. His beautiful eyes. They were so blue it felt as if you could swim in them. They held so much depth that you felt like drowning.
My children were complete opposites, light and dark. Neither of them looked like their parents, and yet they were all we had left to grasp of our humanity. Our past. Our innocent past.
I had been lost in the beauty of my children, but the new aura in my room pulled me out of my thoughts like a string on a guitar.
Slowly, I looked up at him. He was not looking at me, and I was glad for a moment until I realized what he was looking at. His illusionary emerald eyes fell upon my daughter's fragile figure, and he took a step forward. "She looks just like me," he whispered, some sort of sadistic happiness coursing through his voice.
"She is NOT yours," I snapped in response, bring her closer to me. My skin was flushed and I was sweating to no end. Even my short hair was plastered to my head. No wonder he did not want to look at me. I was hideous.
"I told you I would make them mine." he replied, his eyes moving onto my son.
"Don't you touch my son!" My order brought his eyes to mine. He smiled and took another step forward.
"Are you going to stop me, Nada?" His voice was playful. He was just joking, but I hated him for that. He could never take me seriously.
"You know I can't," I cried out as Madrina put my son in his crib, then quickly snatched my daughter and placed her in her own. Then she stood in front of the two cribs. Jager was smart enough not to injure Madrina. She was the Immortal Mother. If he injured her, he would be hunted down until the day that the world was destroyed. There was no way that he would survive a year. All of her descendants would retaliate. And of course the Triste would find their way into it.
"Let me name your daughter," he ordered as he took a step toward me. Why was he asking me this? She was MY daughter and HE would not name her.
"No."
"Yes."
"Actually, no."
"Fine." He barely looked at me before he disappeared and appeared right next to the cribs. I screamed in surprise. What he did next caught my breath in my throat. He cut his own finger and smeared his blood on my daughter's head. "She is bonded to me more than she is to you."
"Liar!" I sat up a bit too fast and I clutched my head. "She was MINE before you damned HER."
"Yes, but do you think after drawing all of that blood from her brother, all of that evil and darkness out of him, she would still belong to you by blood?" He laughed as he picked her up into his arms. For the first time in two years, I saw love in his gaze. I was frozen to my spot for two reasons. One, he had her in his arms. And two, he was right. Did I really thing that she was mine? After all she did for her brother, saving him from the dark, after taking in Jager's blood? No. She could not be mine by blood. But she was mine by soul.
"She belongs to me by body and soul," I whispered nervously, my hands trembling.
"Body and mind mean nothing here. Not in New Mayhem." Jager's movements were just a bit uneasy, as if he was uncomfortable but refusing to show it. Casually, he stepped away from the two cribs.
I felt tears stinging my eyes. I tried not to let him get the enjoyment of my pain. Just as I was about to give in, Loreena stepped in.
"You are a fool to try to part a mother with her child as soon as it came into this world. Even if it is YOUR by blood, she was the one who carried her and her brother for two months of Midnight and another seven here. Rarely any humans to speak with . No matter if she is yours by blood, you are foolish and stupid to try to part a mother with her new born offspring." Each word was said with venom, making Jager surprisingly flinch several times. "Now get out leech or I will make sure you find a Vida knife dangerously close to your heart."
I knew that Jager hated being threatened, but he set down my daughter nonetheless. And he was gone the next moment.
"Thank you Loreena," I gasped as I laid back down. I was still very weak from birthing two children.
"Answer our question," Madrina told me as she stroked my son's cheek. I was caught off guard for a moment. "The name of your daughter."
"Oh," I thought for a moment. There had been a name I had thought of in my time in the basement of Midnight. It was an odd name, a name I had made up myself. "Jeindoala." I smiled as I peeked over the crib side. "Jeindoala De Fiaro." I had learned of the death of my Savior, Jaguar. Eric had killed him. Or had he? That was still a major point of despute. And Eric was Korbin now, not that I minded.
"Beautiful," the two witches whispered in unison.
"Light, and Dark," Loreena whispered.
"Brother and Sister," Madrina added.
"A new chapter begins," they said together.
Deep down inside, I knew they were right. Nothing could ever be normal again, but I had a feeling that things would attempt to. Also, I knew that my son would not be safe in Midnight or New Mayhem. He was an outcast in both worlds. Too light for his own good. And my daughter, I had to get Jeindoala out of here as fast as I could.
"A new chapter begins," I finally whispered.
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Thats the end of Disturbed Awakenings! Please review. I will have Author's Note posted in a few days.
Krikoris
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"What are you going to name her?" Loreena asked me on my right as Madrina rocked my son on my left. My small fragile daughter was in my arms, oddly silent. I was still somewhat in shock as to what the vampiric blood had done to her in such a small amount of time.
My daughter had deep tanned skin, even for a newborn, a little hair tuft the color of chocolate, and eyes the tint of death. Jager was visible in my child's appearance, despite the fact that she was already 7 months in my womb when his blood entered her system. Then again, she is so small. The blood had went through her cord and left the vampiric taint of darkness. And she had drawn the blood away from her brother, as much of a miracle that is.
"I am not sure yet," I thought, my eyes still gazing over my darling daughter. She looked so much like the vampire that all but killed her father, damned her mother, and tainted her own china doll body.
"Lucia will be back in a few days to announce the name of your son," Madrina assured me as she stroked my son's cheek. I looked over at him and was hit with sadness. Unlike his sister, who was tainted with the Dark, he was the Light in everyway. When she had drawn Jager's blood to herself, she must have taken Flare's blood along with it. He as well beared no resemblance to his parents.
His skin was the color of fresh snow, and we would have all thought him dead had he not cried. But his small amount of hair was so blond that it looked white. And his eyes. His beautiful eyes. They were so blue it felt as if you could swim in them. They held so much depth that you felt like drowning.
My children were complete opposites, light and dark. Neither of them looked like their parents, and yet they were all we had left to grasp of our humanity. Our past. Our innocent past.
I had been lost in the beauty of my children, but the new aura in my room pulled me out of my thoughts like a string on a guitar.
Slowly, I looked up at him. He was not looking at me, and I was glad for a moment until I realized what he was looking at. His illusionary emerald eyes fell upon my daughter's fragile figure, and he took a step forward. "She looks just like me," he whispered, some sort of sadistic happiness coursing through his voice.
"She is NOT yours," I snapped in response, bring her closer to me. My skin was flushed and I was sweating to no end. Even my short hair was plastered to my head. No wonder he did not want to look at me. I was hideous.
"I told you I would make them mine." he replied, his eyes moving onto my son.
"Don't you touch my son!" My order brought his eyes to mine. He smiled and took another step forward.
"Are you going to stop me, Nada?" His voice was playful. He was just joking, but I hated him for that. He could never take me seriously.
"You know I can't," I cried out as Madrina put my son in his crib, then quickly snatched my daughter and placed her in her own. Then she stood in front of the two cribs. Jager was smart enough not to injure Madrina. She was the Immortal Mother. If he injured her, he would be hunted down until the day that the world was destroyed. There was no way that he would survive a year. All of her descendants would retaliate. And of course the Triste would find their way into it.
"Let me name your daughter," he ordered as he took a step toward me. Why was he asking me this? She was MY daughter and HE would not name her.
"No."
"Yes."
"Actually, no."
"Fine." He barely looked at me before he disappeared and appeared right next to the cribs. I screamed in surprise. What he did next caught my breath in my throat. He cut his own finger and smeared his blood on my daughter's head. "She is bonded to me more than she is to you."
"Liar!" I sat up a bit too fast and I clutched my head. "She was MINE before you damned HER."
"Yes, but do you think after drawing all of that blood from her brother, all of that evil and darkness out of him, she would still belong to you by blood?" He laughed as he picked her up into his arms. For the first time in two years, I saw love in his gaze. I was frozen to my spot for two reasons. One, he had her in his arms. And two, he was right. Did I really thing that she was mine? After all she did for her brother, saving him from the dark, after taking in Jager's blood? No. She could not be mine by blood. But she was mine by soul.
"She belongs to me by body and soul," I whispered nervously, my hands trembling.
"Body and mind mean nothing here. Not in New Mayhem." Jager's movements were just a bit uneasy, as if he was uncomfortable but refusing to show it. Casually, he stepped away from the two cribs.
I felt tears stinging my eyes. I tried not to let him get the enjoyment of my pain. Just as I was about to give in, Loreena stepped in.
"You are a fool to try to part a mother with her child as soon as it came into this world. Even if it is YOUR by blood, she was the one who carried her and her brother for two months of Midnight and another seven here. Rarely any humans to speak with . No matter if she is yours by blood, you are foolish and stupid to try to part a mother with her new born offspring." Each word was said with venom, making Jager surprisingly flinch several times. "Now get out leech or I will make sure you find a Vida knife dangerously close to your heart."
I knew that Jager hated being threatened, but he set down my daughter nonetheless. And he was gone the next moment.
"Thank you Loreena," I gasped as I laid back down. I was still very weak from birthing two children.
"Answer our question," Madrina told me as she stroked my son's cheek. I was caught off guard for a moment. "The name of your daughter."
"Oh," I thought for a moment. There had been a name I had thought of in my time in the basement of Midnight. It was an odd name, a name I had made up myself. "Jeindoala." I smiled as I peeked over the crib side. "Jeindoala De Fiaro." I had learned of the death of my Savior, Jaguar. Eric had killed him. Or had he? That was still a major point of despute. And Eric was Korbin now, not that I minded.
"Beautiful," the two witches whispered in unison.
"Light, and Dark," Loreena whispered.
"Brother and Sister," Madrina added.
"A new chapter begins," they said together.
Deep down inside, I knew they were right. Nothing could ever be normal again, but I had a feeling that things would attempt to. Also, I knew that my son would not be safe in Midnight or New Mayhem. He was an outcast in both worlds. Too light for his own good. And my daughter, I had to get Jeindoala out of here as fast as I could.
"A new chapter begins," I finally whispered.
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Thats the end of Disturbed Awakenings! Please review. I will have Author's Note posted in a few days.
Krikoris