He couldn't sleep, his hibernation has been stalled it took him while to figure out what has stopped him from sleeping. But he then felt it the pulling in the back of his mind, that human man he mated with. He always looked for a mate after his feeding it is in his biology to hunt, then to eat and finely to breed. However is pasted breeding partners either died during breeding or his seed never took, but his one he caught his seed has took and is growing. He grinned to himself as he shifted his way out of his home grabbing his coat and hat and headed out to find his wayward mate.

Darry woke up with a gasp he was looking around his bed room; his skin was dripping in sweat he pushed the blankets off sweaty skin and pressed his hands to his slight dome of his stomach to see there was nothing there. He rubbed his face and he remembered his nightmare of his baby bursting out of his stomach. He felt his stomach lurch and he pushed himself off the bed and ran to his bathroom and knelt by the toilet just in time. He pulled the flush and sat back against the wall letting the cold tiles cool his fevered skin. He placed his hands on his stomach and closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. After a while he pushed himself up and fills his mouth water and then spit it out.

He couldn't sleep and he finds himself sitting in the living room he was sat on the floor, his back pressed against the sofa. One hand running though his hair as the other hand held his coffee cup as the TV playing he wasn't pay any mind to it he could care less what was on. His mind was on his the child growing in side of him he wondered what his sister and the vet were planning. Where they going to kill his baby…I WILL RIP THEIR FUCKING TONGUE OUT IF THEY TOUCH MY CHILD!… his mind screamed at him. 'CRACK' Darry blinking and shook his head and felt something hot on his leg, he looked down and saw that he had crushed his coffee cup in his hand. "Shit."

He stood up and walked into the kitchen and put his hand under the cold tap, Darry winced as he pulled out the white china cups as his blood trickled down his fingers. He mumbled under his breath and hissed in pain as he pulled the last slither of white out of the palm of his hand. He then pulled his hand back and looked at the cuts, they were deep and there was only three of them…could have been worst…he thought. "What did you do now brat." Came the sleepy voice, he turned to see Trish leaning in the door way and looked at him.

"You have shitting mugs and it cracked in my hand and I cut it." He told her.

She walked over to him and took his hand and frowned she looked at the cut on his hand and sighed as she walked over to the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a few things "Sit down." Darry looked at her as she tied her hair up into a lose bun as she sat cross legged on the chair and started to bandage his hand. "What are you doing up so early?" She asked him

"Nightmares, I kept thinking that he is coming back for me." It was a lie, sort of he has those dreams but lately it's of the baby bursting though his stomach like that thing from alien. She hummed as she warped the bandage around his hand.

"Darry…"

"Don't Trish I don't think I will ever sleep right again." He tells her.

"Come on get your but on the sofa and watch crap, you will soon fall asleep."

…

At some point he has fallen asleep on the sofa, because when he woke up the sun was shining through the window. He groaned as he pushed himself up and rubbed his head into his eyes and then frowned as he looked down at the bandage hand. He remembered cutting his hand on his coffee cup, pulling the bandage off he froze as he looked at the healed sink. "What the…" He whispered, as he lifted his other hand up and looked at both of them and saw nothing. He also started to notice black colouring appearing appeared on the nail beds, where the nail meets the skin.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he stood up and headed for the bathroom. He knew that Trish would remind a sleep for another hour; he walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't see anything else strange on his person apart from he could swear that his stomach had grown; he placed his hand on his stomach and felt the roll of his stomach. He gasped as he felt the flutter of movement.

Darry stopped and leaned on the sink and felt a shiver down his body as he felt something in the back of his mind he couldn't help but feel a pull something tell him to go somewhere. He then suddenly felt like there was whispered in his mind and he turned and walked out the bath room and back down stairs and grabbed his keys and walked outside and then slipped into his car he started to drive out of the drive way.

Trish woke up to the sound to the motor to his jeep roaring to life and she jumped from the bed and ran to the window and watched as her brother live. She turned and slipped on his shoes and ran down the stairs grabbing her car keys and her phone, then dashing out after her brother jumping into her car and drove after him. Still she was in her PJ bottoms and a tank top not the best things in the world to drive in but with her brother driving off at 7am in the morning in the state he was in, was not the good idea.

She kept following her brother watching him turn corners and drive though country lanes until he stopped his car by a field, he got out of the car leaving the door wide open and then walked into a golden field. She frowned knowing that her brother would never leave his jeep like that "Where are you going brat." She whispered more to herself than anything. Trish parked the car and got out before walking after him "DARRY!" She called out; he stops and turns his head to look at her. The brunette girl stopped stun at the blank look that Darry agave her, he then turned back and carried on walking.

Trish held her phone in her hand and dialled for James "Come on answer, come on James!" She yelled at the phone as she followed her brother.

"Hello?" Came the sleep filled voice.

"Something wrong with Darry, he just walked off and he is in the middle of a field!" She said, she watched as he just kept walking towards another person and she froze. "Shit." She whispered "He's back."

"Trish what is going on? Who's back?" He asked her, she could just make out movements down the phone. But all she cares about is saving her brother, she runs after Darry hoping to stop him before he reaches the Creeper.

"DARRY STOP… NO… DON'T!" She yelled as she reaches the small clearing, her heart hammering in her chest as she watches the scale like hands cups Darry's face and breathes in his scent. He closes his eyes and grins as his hand moves to the swell of Darry's stomach.

He warped his arms around the human and pulled him close turning him around as he loving stroke his stomach. "DARRY!" Trish yelled, making the creeper snarl at her as her brother blinks a couple of times and looked around at where he is. He gasps as he looked down at the hand on his stomach and freezes in fear. Trish walks closer only for the Creeper lashing out and cutting her arm.

"Trish don't, stay away!" Darry cries out, as she falls to the floor holding her arm. The monster looks at his hand and licked the blood off his fingers before smearing the blood over Darry's lips.

"First warning." The Creeper growled at her, and then brings his wings out in a flash as he turns to Darry and nuzzles his neck and licks his neck. "Mine." He hisses and then flies upwards.

Trish is blinded by the sun and the gusted of wind that was created by the Creeper's wings, pushing herself up she looked back up to the sky and looked at the black blobs disappear from sight. She lets out a scream out her brother's names as tears roll down her face to match the blood dripping of her finger tips. It was some time before someone finds her the farmer James was just pulling up seeing Trish in the back of an ambulance. He walked over to her and sits next to her "Where is Darry?" he asked.

"He took him." She whispered, the paramedic looked at James and frowned

"Sir we need to take her to the hospital." He tells him, the vet nods and kisses her forehead.

"I will met you at the hospital alright."