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A.N.: This is for all the people (3) that reviewed! here you go! There are probably a lot of typos...
An angry roar filled the entire left wing of the castle. The trembling midwife swallowed hard terrified of the struglging mother. "push just a little more my dear" she mumbled Aleera doing so let loose another bellow. "very good..." "How...Much...Longer!" Aleera screamed. Her clenched fists bleed freely and had been for some time. "There I can see it!" a wave of relief swept through the poor old midwife How did I get choosen for this she reached for the child now appearing. Aleera clenched the bed posts and wailed finally reliving the parasite from her body. The old woman began scrubbing off the child. ALeera gasped for air, not that she really needed it, and tried to collect her thoughts as spots flickered before her eyes. The woman clothed the child, she paused in her work it isn't...screaming...in fact... she started again much slower. Aleera finally put a hand to her head and leaned on an elbow. "How...is my child?" she gasped still not fully recovered.
"Well..." the midwife muttered wondering what in the world she could do. Sensing her anxiety Aleera's brows knitted and her hand lashed out turning the woman around and snatching her child away. "Why are you so hesitant..." she drew away the cloth covering the child's face. Her expression froze her hand trembled ever so slightly and red began to tinge her eyes. "No" she declared evenly. The young child's flesh instead of a healthy rose color was pale gray and it's eyes already sunken in. It's eyes were filmy and only dark circles filled them. It's lifeless hand was slightly stiff and some of it's flesh ahd already decayed. Aleera's lip began to move her fangs extended in anger though her eyes only displayed open terror and horrification. "This can't be...my child couldn't be..." a low wail escaped her throat. The wail became a shriek of pain and grief, it would drive even banshees to cry tears of mournful anguish.
Prince Dracula raced down the hallways. He had heard his beloved's cry it had driven a spike into his heart splitting it in thousands of shards. He had been tlaking with Verona in the library. They had been discussing political value ina fecdulastic society, he always beamed with the way they could talk about issuses he had only ever been able to present with advisors and other rulers, but ont even they understood half of what he said. But she, she could truely carry on a meangingful conversation one to keep him occupied for hours on end.
Not now though, now he ran panicked and shaken any indombitable air he held shattered, decimated beyond reason. FInally reaching the place where Aleera lay he thrust the door open smashing it into the wall. "What my darling what is it!" his voice was strong though he was out of breath. She sat in a fear that sent shivers down his spine. The midwife lay on the ground pale and shaking from Aleera's cry of bereavment. He sauntered over slowly hesitant to lay eyes on what had mortified his beloved wife. Her face turned to his her mouth agape and blood streaking her cheeks chin and bosom. Her eyes were wide and her pupils dilated. Her hands twitched and as he looked into what she held in them he understood why she was in such a state. "oh my dear god..." he whsipered unable to make his voice any more audible. He took the thing from her and stared at it with disparaging eyes. "I am so sorry..." he said not really directing it to anyone.
He began to walk to the door. Aleera's hands shot up grabbing hold of her crimson hair she clamped her eyes closed and gritted her teeth together letting out another scream of rage and confusion. He gently closed the dorr with his foot behind him. The empty halls echoed his footsteps back as he strode totally absent of all feeling. How can this be? Does my undead state and the rebirth of my darlings make their children deceased? His eyes stung but he couldn't pull them from the dead crospe of his only child. Dracul pulled the child close to his breast willing it to live though it was purely beyond any such state. Neverthless the wounded prince crushed it's small form to himself. His eys sealed shut letting loose the same red tears he had seen covering Aleera. His mouth pulsed lightly and he collapsed onto his knees. "Why did you let this befall her! Why can they not live in peace! Inflict your wrath upon me, I'm the one who desecrated your name!" his head fell forward the dark bangs that generally decorated his face reaching limply for the stones he knelt upon.
The child slipped from his grasp and fell sickly before him. As he squinted to see it he noticed a thick slime covering the small figure. Cocking his head to one side he stroked the sticky substance. "Are you perserving yourself?" he asked it thinking back to what he learned many animals did so as to prevent attack while they changed. "Is this so we can find away to make you breath? Is it possible?" suddenly grief was stricken from his mind and it reeled with the prospect of reviving his little child. At the thought a name came to him. A master of sciences he had heard of the man only once. But he could just be the key...maybe HE knew of a way..."Aleera I promise you will see your child breath one day". A familar smile took place of his sadness "Yes...I have a visit to make..."
A.N.: there number two! Review! It was kinda crappy wasn't it...