The one born to save them all
A/N: Hello everyone, its been awhile since I've updated, sry. Thankyou for your reviews, I hope you'll keep reviewing! Well, instead of making this note half of the chapter, I'm just gonna go on to chapter three.
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"So, does anyone know how to deliver a baby?" Cordelia asked nervously.
Coming out of his daze, Angel ran and knelt beside Neila. Looking at the girl as she tried not to scream, Angel stared at her intently.
"Just hold on one minute."
As he said this to her, he became all businesslike. Turning to his friends, he spoke,
"Go get some towels, blankets, anything you can find."
Everyone rushed off, getting supplies.
Angel gently picked up Neila in his arms, and slowly carried her downstairs. Midway through, Neila yelled,
"Put me down here, my water broke!"
Angel took notice, and gently laid her on the floor. Just then, Cordy came in with a blanket.
"Lay that down there," he told her.
Angel lifted Neila onto the blanket. She screamed as another contraction hit.
Several minutes later, everything was set up and everyone was kneeling around Neila.
Almost an hour went by when Angel spoke,
"Okay Neila, it's time, I need you to push."
Neila got up on her elbows, and pushed. Her screams filled the hotel, drowned out by the loud claps of thunder. Lightning flashed as Neila brought her child into the world, beads of sweat rolling down her face.
"Last one, push!" Angel shouted to her.
She gritted her teeth as she pushed with all her strength. A minute later, a baby's cry was heard and Neila collapsed back onto the floor.
"It's a girl," Angel announced, not being able to help a smile.
He wrapped the baby in a soft blanket and placed it in Neila's weak arms. Candles were lite all around her in a circle, since the electricity had gone out hours before. She smiled at her baby, looking into her eyes. Her baby was finally here, in her arms. Her face glistened with sweat in the candle light, she quietly sang to the small baby, in between her heavy breathing.
"Light in the deepest darkness, I'm here in your heart, my dear one, my sweet one. Peaceful nights and peaceful days coming your way. Never forget the sound of the dancing winds, always in your heart, my dear one, my sweet one."
She began to sniffle, fighting back tears, and turned tired eyes to Angel.
"I'm not going to make it," she said quietly.
They all looked at her, horrified.
"No, you're going to make it, you'll be fine," Angel said, getting caught up in all the emotion.
Neila just shook her head, and looked back at her daughter.
"She's so beautiful," she whispered.
Cordelia turned the attention to her, saying,
"What are you going to name her?"
Neila choked back a sob.
"Leora, Leora Chalina," she said.
"That sounds beautiful," Cordelia replied, smiling sadly.
A tear ran down her cheek, as Neila turned her head to Angel.
"Please take care of her."
After she said this, she began to cry a little. That's when they noticed her getting weaker.
"Take care of her," Neila whispered.
Her hair was soaked in sweat, her breathing ragged.
She looked again at the baby in her arms, and kissed her soft cheek, singing her favorite line from the song she loved as a young girl.
"My dear one, my sweet one......"
She trailed off as her breathing slowed, then stopped. Her head slowly lulled to the side.
She was dead.
Cordelia and Fred looked away, tears falling down their cheeks, as Wes and Gunn looked on with sad faces.
Angel took the baby from her limp arms and stood up, turning away from the young girl that had come asking for their help. He looked up at the ceiling, the baby cradled in his arms, and whispered,
"I'll take care of her, I promise."
A/N: OK, I had a really hard time writing that, so sorry if it sucked. Anyway please, please, please review!
-Dancing in the dark-