Tezza: Well the baby was prophesised, so something took a little of Thierry and put it in Hannah. I'm doing this wrong aren't I? Oh well. Hope you like this next chapter? Thanks for reviewing by the way. ;)
Filan_vampire: Good idea! Thanks for that! I might actually use that. Thanks for reviewing. ;)
Thade182: Hallelujah! She's alive, alive! ::insert parade here:: Thank you. Oh I now how it is with exams and stuff, horrible aren't they? Well I might actually finish the story in another couple of chapters. Thanks for the review. ;)
Thea101: All high and mighty? You? ::gets down on hands and knees:: "All hail Thea101, the high and mighty!" LOL!! Sorry, I can't help it. I have a bloody sore throat and a splitting headache plus I think I'm coming down with the flu…again, so don't mind me. Thanks for the review. And if you need any more help with "Tangled" then let me know. ;)
WARNING: Very sad bit at the end. ::Ducks from flying objects:: "Hey! Watch it with the cabbage!" sorry for doing this bit at the end, but I'm not finished yet. Don't hurt me!
By the way, this fic is going to be finished in another few chapters, but keep a look out for my new fic "Marie."
Anyways on with the story. BEWARE: If you are sensitive do not read on! Well you can if you want, but as soon as it gets to the end of the chapter, DO NOT GO ON IF YOU ARE THE SENSITIVE TYPE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
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"Here's what I don't get." Thierry says after Deven explained the whole him not being the Dark Prince, and Thierry's son is. "How can Hannah be pregnant? We haven't…you know…had sex." He whispers.
"Deven? Would you care to fill that one in?" I ask, turning towards him.
"I don't know how to explain it either. It just happened." Deven says, sighing again.
"But…how can the baby be mine if I haven't done anything?" Thierry protests.
"I have no idea." Deven sighs again. I am going to slap him upside the head if he sighs again.
"So…when is this baby born?" I ask.
"In about two days." Deven answers.
"Wha? What's going on?" Hannah asks, coming around and looking at everybody. She looks at her swollen tummy again, and the same thing happens as before, only just as soon as she's about to faint, Thierry grabs her.
"Easy, easy Hannah. Breathe beloved breathe." Thierry says, holding onto his soulmate and stroking her hair. Hannah finally calms herself down and breathes regularly again.
"Why is this happening?" she gets out in an almost sob.
"It was prophesised remember?" Deven says.
"But what about you Deven? If you're not the Dark Prince, then what are you doing here? I mean, why were you born?" Hannah asks.
"I was born to destroy the Dark Prince when he's born. If I don't, then the whole will be obliterated." Deven replies with yet again another sigh.
"We'll talk more about this later Hannah." Thierry suggests.
"Okay. I'm tired, I'm going to go back to sleep." She replies with a yawn.
"Go to sleep beloved." Thierry leans down and kisses the top of Hannah's forehead, then her breathing relaxes, indicting that she's asleep.
"I'm going to see if I can find anything that will stop the pregnancy." Thierry says, getting out of bed wearing nothing but his black satin boxers lined in red silk. He goes into his hidden wardrobe and pulls out an ivory silk shirt (the one that I wore when I was in Thierry's body), and a pair of dark blue jeans. He pulls them on and puts on his black leather DM boots.
He walks to the door and out into the hall. Both Deven and I go back to my room where Miles is sitting in the bed fully dressed in his ripped shirt and holey jeans.
"Where were you two?" he demands.
"We were talking to Hannah and Thierry." I answer.
"Why?" Miles looks concerned.
"Deven isn't the Dark Prince." I reply.
"He isn't?" Miles asks in disbelief.
"Nope. It's Hannah and Thierry's son." Deven answers.
"They don't…" Miles begins, but Deven cuts him off.
"No they don't. But Hannah is now pregnant again." Deven says. "And I'm to destroy him."
"Oh. Okay then." Miles replies.
"I'm going to have a shower." I say going to the joined bathroom and turn the water on in the shower.
I go over to the door and lock it. I take off my t-shirt and shorts, and then step under the warm flow.
I start to relax and get myself washed. Afterwards I just stay under the stream and I'm glad to just not think.
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It has been two days since Hannah found out that she's pregnant again, and the rest of the household were not too happy about it.
Everyone is sitting in the enormous living room all gathered around Hannah, who's tummy is now big enough that it looks like she is about to give birth at any minute.
As if on cue, she doubles over and groans in pain.
"What is it?" Thierry asks.
"The baby." Hannah gasps. "The baby's coming Thierry."
"Come on, let's get you to the hospital ward." Thierry lifts Hannah up and carries her out the door.
"I want Nila with me as well!' she gasps.
"Nila!" Thierry yells. "Come on."
I follow them both out the door and to the hospital ward.
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Six hours later and still no sign of the Dark Prince. Hannah is lying on top of the hospital bed and screaming her lungs out.
"Push Lady Hannah, push." The Doctor-Doctor Harman-says.
"If I push any harder I'm going to turn myself inside out!" Hannah grunts in pain.
"Push Lady Hannah. A little harder." Doctor Harman replies.
"I am pushing!" Hannah screams. "Please just kill me. Kill me Thierry, please just kill me and get it over with!" she cries.
"It's okay, it's going to be okay baby." Thierry replies, holding on to Hannah's hand.
I look at the sheets and see a lot of blood.
Please God, if you're real, don't let Hannah die on me. Please. I silently pray.
A blood-curdling scream erupts from the bed next to me, then…
"It's a boy!" the Doctor says, holding the newborn baby in her arms. "Would you like to cut the cord Milord?" she asks.
"Okay." Thierry replies, going around the bed and takes the scissors, cutting the umbilical cord.
"Hannah? Are you okay?" I ask, looking at my very pale cousin, who doesn't respond.
"Hannah? Hannah!" I scream, seeing her chest fall but not rise. I put my hand on her chest but I don't feel a heartbeat.
"Hannah?" I hear Thierry say, panic evident in his voice. "Hannah?! Please don't leave me!" I look at him and see the tears running down his face. On impulse, I go over to him and throw my arms around him. After a few seconds, Thierry puts his arms around me, and I hear him whisper.
"I'll wait for you my love. I promise. Just please come back to me?" he says before he breaks down and sobs his heart out, after which I do the same clutching onto Thierry's shoulders.
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A/N: *Sniff* this is just getting so sad. In loving memory of Hannah Snow-Descouedres. Poor baby, what's Thierry going to do now that Hannah's dead? Will he kill his newborn son himself? Or will he let Deven kill his son for him? Honestly? I have no idea. Tune in next time for another chapter of "The Dark Prince."