^~*~Adrian and Annabelle~*~^

A wild scream echoed this night before Halloween, a year later. A little boy, to turn two the next day cocked his head at the sound, then looked at his father. The man looked at his young son and rumpled his hair, only to jump as another ear piercing scream sounded, followed by some sobbing, and the loud wail of a baby.

Inside the same room as two years ago Jenni had just given birth to hers and Michael's second son. She watched as his bloody little form was lifted into the air, his loud cries a blessing. Achy and exhausted she lay back, trying to catch her breath. Loomis' friendly face appeared above her, and she smiled. "We make a great team, Doc."

He laughed. "We certainly do. You remember the procedure?"

She waved weakly. "Yes, yes. You go on ahead. I could use some sleep."

He nodded. "I'm sure Michael will take Little Michael with him to see and worship also, so no worries." And so he left, and with a sigh she closed her weary eyes.

Her eyes opened after about two hours, and she smiled as she saw Michael step in, baby in arms, Little Michael right behind him. A tear slipped down her cheek and she fought to sit up, finally succeeding and taking the baby from Michael. He was beautiful, his cheeks were fat, he had a little perfect nose and two pink lips.

She felt Little Michael struggle to get on the bed and she shook her head. "Stay down honey, it's a little bloody up here."

Michael made a face of disappointment and moved to sit on a chair when his father lifted him up to be able to see closer. A nurse stepped in, smiled and asked. "Do you have a name we can submit?"

Jen smiled. "Yes, we chose Adrian, it was Adrian right?"

Michael nodded gently and she smiled. "Yes, Adrian."

The nurse wrote it down, smiled again and left.

After Adrian had been fed Loomis had ordered that Jen be left alone for rest. Michael reluctantly left with their older son and she settled back. She was awoken by a dull piercing pain, one she recognized quite a bit. She buzzed Loomis who ran in. "What is it?"

"There's another one." She said softly, he titled his head.

"That's impossible! The ultrasound never..."

"Sam, I can feel it! There's another one coming!" Suddenly she screamed in pain and within 20 minutes she had delivered a girl. She was taken to the room and while she was Loomis almost sarcastically checked for any more.

They all knew for sure there wasn't and the little girl, Annabelle was brought back and fed. She was taken to Michael, who seemed overjoyed to have a daughter, and just as everyone left, Jen's eyes closed.

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In the middle of that night, a blood curdling scream woke Jenni from her deep sleep. Terrified, she sat up and turned on her light. She was still in a lot of pain and was unable to jump out of the bed, so she was stuck sitting there, waiting for an explanation.

Loomis came in shortly after, his face grim. "Jennifer, something's happened."

She felt her heart almost stop. "What?" He bit his lip and in her frustration she cursed. "What the fuck is it? What's wrong?"

"It's Annabelle," he paused, his old sad eyes meeting hers. "Jenni someone's killed her."

She felt a million knives begin to morbidly stab at her flesh, tearing chucks away until they reached her heart, which they cut out mercilessly. "No."

"I'm so sorry..."

"No," she buried her face in the pillow. "MICHAEL!" She screamed, wanting him to give her some sign that it wasn't true.

He came running in, and upon seeing his glassy eyes she burst into more tears. "Not my baby, no not my baby."

Michael tilted his head sadly, watching his wife cry. He then sat next to her, and held her hand, even after she had fallen asleep.

Meh, must go. Please review.