One month and twenty-five days later

Patient # 0036726

Name: Belle Marie Deveraux

Doctor: Bradford King

Date of Birth: unknown (records of patient have been destroyed)

Symptoms:

-displaying bipolar disorder

-aggressive behavior

-hysterical

-anxiety disorder

-panic disorder

-obsessive-compulsive disorder

-post traumatic stress disorder

Doctor's Notes: Patient is a harm to herself and others around her. She must be kept under constant supervision. The nurses must display aggression towards her when she is not cooperating, she will manipulate kindness. She must be put into a straight-jacket when leaving her rooms. No visitors are allowed. Her pregnancy-

"Motherfucker!" Belle shouted at him when she forced him to read her file to her allowed. "You were gonna put me in an asylum?!"

Dr. King nodded. "Yes, after knowing you, you should be in an asylum by any means necessary. You are insane."

Belle glared at him. "I'm pregnant, asshole. Of course I sound crazy especially since one day I just became pregnant. Small stomach became a fucking mountain in barely a month. I LOOK EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT! My boyfriend is a vampire. I'm not a cheater so tell me how in the hell am I pregnant?"

Dr. King shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm sorry. I still have to wrap my mind around this."

"Well, I can tell you why I'm here. I've been looking for you for awhile."

He looked up at her slowly as she came to stand in front of him with a smile on her face. "Who are you?"

"Well," she drawled out. "I am Belle Deveraux, that shit is real. I was a witch-well, I don't know what I am anymore after I died."

"You died?" He was suddenly very frightened of her.

"Yup. Hand in my chest and everything. The bad guys then were teaming up. My cousin killed me."

"Why? I'm so confused right now."

She nodded in understanding. "I get you. He killed me because he wanted you."

"Me?! I-I'm not special. I'm human!"

"No, dude, you're not," Belle mused. "You're the antichrist."

Dr. King fainted in his chair then and Belle picked up his head and shook him a little.

"I'm not carrying your evil ass so you better wake the hell up." Belle muttered into his face. She then let go of his head and started to dial a number on her phone.

She groaned as she felt the thing inside of her kick. She held her stomach in pain and groaned, "Stop it, you little insect. I'm getting you out of me."

It stopped kicking her and Belle sighed in relief. Belle took a knife and cut the palm of Dr. King, taking his blood.

"Pam, pick the fuck up!" She yelled into the speaker when it went straight to voicemail. "I went to therapy today and I have the blood."

Belle hung up and let his blood drip into a glass cup. She stared longingly into the glass. This is my only chance to get them back. I need to get Eric out of Hell first. If I don't, I know he will throw a fit.

Belle sighed and held the glass carefully as she waited for the doctor to wake up and the progeny to show up. She needed his blood to open the gates of Hell and then Pam's blood to call forth Eric.

Belle looked down at her stomach and then at Dr. King. She began to glare at him until he woke up, scratching his head.

"Oh god," he groaned and he looked fearful of her which boasted her who way up high. "It's not a dream...you're not a dream."

"Nope. I think though some people wish I were one because I tend to get them into some serious end of the world trouble."

Dr. King noticed the cut on his palm and narrowed his eyes at her. "Why-"

"Only someone of Hell can open the gates. Your daddy decided to take all the people I love, and put them in Hell because I wouldn't be his fucking wife."

"My father is dead. He had a heart attack. Listen I'm not...I'm not-"

"Oh yes you are. You just haven't tapped into your full power yet. I think that the dark side of you is buried and I know how to unearth it. I don't want to hurt you even though I should. Believe me I thought of it."

"I'm not the Antichrist," he said evenly.

"You were taken from birth and given to a good family. Your mother was good, but your father wasn't."

"Are you my mother?"

Belle smiled. "Do I look like your mother?"

"Yes. You're too young though. Did you come from the future?"

Belle raised an eyebrow at him and opened her mouth to reply when a knife came at his throat from behind.

Dr. King looked up and saw a blonde woman standing over him. "Hey there, little Satan. You're gonna stop asking questions now and open the fucking gates for us or I will torture you. I've been known to play with body parts after they've died when torture comes into play."

"Pam," Belle warned. "You can't kill him."

"Why the fuck not? If it weren't for him then Eric and Tara would still be here."

Belle nodded. "I know, but we need him alive. The plan, remember?"

Pam glared down at him. "I don't know why she cares for you."

"Why does she care?" He asked hurriedly. "Is she my mother?"

"Not exactly. She's just the vessel."

"Vessel? For what?"

"I don't know whatever is inside of me. If it's good or bad...I don't know. All I know is that before I died, I wasn't pregnant."

"You're a vessel for what?"

"Lilith, the first vampire."

. . .

Belle, Pam, and Dr. King sat silently in the car as Pam drove to their secret hideout. That's right. They got a secret sweet ass hideout like proper heroes.

Belle was admit on it, she demanded a hideout for them when Russell came back and Malum did what he did to them. He wasn't going to stop until he had his hands on the thing inside of Belle.

She looked at Dr. King in the rear view mirror and eyes him suspiciously. He was the Antichrist after all. Truth was that Belle didn't know if Malum was his father or not, she didn't know anything about him. She was given the name and that he was the Antichrist.

Belle wondered constantly if she should kill him, but he looked normal. He didn't have that destroy the world vibe or a creepy vibe. He was either completely ignorant of what he really was or he was an evil genius.

Belle thought the second theory was better because it seeems like that type of day.

"So my father took your friends?"

"Father?" Pam questioned. "So we know who's offspring this is?"

"She said that my father was tryna make her his wife and that he took the people she loved."

Pam raised an elegant eyebrow at her. "You really are tryna get me to kill you, Belle, aren't you?"

Belle gasped and seethed, "I didn't do anything. I was just tryna improvise there to give you more time. He could be really evil for all we know."

Dr. King's eyes widened in shock. "Um, wait now-"

"Oh yeah," Pam drawled out sarcastically. "Totally evil with his boring glasses and human personality."

Belle stared at her and turned around to glare at him. She hid behind her seat in the car and whispered loudly, "Evil can disguise themselves even in the most least suspecting form."

"Names."

"Eric. Bill. Sookie. Russell. Nora."

Pam rolled her eyes. "Oh my god! You're an idiot."

"I am not an idiot! I am pregnant!"

"You can't fucking use that for everything!"

"YES, I CAN!"

Dr. King looked between the two and asked gently, "Where are we going?"

"The hideout," Belle answered with a grin. "This thing inside of me isn't mine."

"Meaning?"

"I'm the vessel. Well a demon and a vampire can't have a baby...but a higher being like myself can."

Dr. King sighed and asked again, "Meaning?"

"Fucking idiot," Pam cursed loudly and stared at him impassively. "Look, Antichrist, Lilith needed a body since her's was staked and she jumped into Belle's body because Belle comes from a family of higher beings who created the fucking Earth, sky, trees-you name it and while in her body, she fucked Lucifer's son who is also Lilith's cousin technically since it was Hecate who created her and is Lucifer's mother. Caught up?"

"No! That doesn't explain shit to me!"

Belle's eyes glittered at the sight of him. "Oh...he's definitely family. Listen, cousin, Lucifer is your father and your mother is a human. The Antichrist is always half human and half demon. He wanted something stronger than you and after seeing you well I can see why. So he made Malum to wait for me to be born and for my devilish mother to fall and here I am...pregnant. This was all apparently written a longgggg time ago."

"Okay," he drawled out before exhaling. "Why am I here exactly?"

"To kill him of course and to kill whatever is inside of me. I can't because...I just can't."

"So you need me to kill that thing inside of you and Malum and then open the gates to free your friends," Dr. King explained.

"Um, not in that order. First we have to actually free my friends first then we go to the killing part."

Dr. King nodded and then fainted again.

Pam groaned. "Are you sure-"

"Believe me, Pam if I wasn't then I would tell you. God, he's hopeless."

"Oh yeah. We're fucked."

TBC…

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