CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The full moon told Cerri she must have fallen asleep after what had occurred between her and Mark. It also told her she'd been sleeping for days. Frowning slightly, she sat up, groaning because it was so hard to do. She wondered if that was something normal. Her eyes widened, horrified when she seen her stomach. "MARK!"

"The Master is not at home, Miss." A voice echoed around her, Maurice, the Gargoyle. "He left the other night, he's due back soon. "

Struggling to her feet, Cerri placed her hands on her rounded stomach. She KNEW something bad would happen, simply knew it. Fae seldom had children, they couldn't carry the offspring to full term which is why the children were revered and cared for like they were. And if this was any indication, instead of the nine year term she should have had, her pregnancy was progressing faster then even a mortals.

A few minutes later, Mark came swooping down on the balcony, heavy footsteps echoing throughout the room. He'd heard her scream in his mind, still getting used to their mind link, and sighed when he seen her. His eyes widened when he backtracked and looked again. Was she...no she couldn't be...

"What's going on?" He demanded, not able to finish a single full thought, and that was all that came to his mind to ask.

"I don't know!" Cerri screamed, a hand moving to the small of her back. She looked something akin to a pole with a pumpkin for a stomach, wings out to help steady herself. "I can feel it... Oh Great Tuathan…" She shifted uncomfortably, trying to raise herself into the air but her body was too heavy to lift. "I can't even shift forms!" She frowned when her stomach actually rippled. "It's too big."

"Fuck." Mark groaned, knowing this was the repercussion for what they did those two weeks ago. He didn't understand why Cerriwyn had slept so long and now he knew why. "Don't panic. If you do, you'll end up losing it. You don't have much time, the baby is almost full grown, or whatever it's going to be. Probably a Demon/Vampire/Faery/Sorcerer mixture. What a combo, eh?"

She wasn't aware he was joking, more intent on focusing on what her body was doing. "Two weeks?" She whispered. "My time is almost up, Mark…" Cerri's eyes widened in pain, a silver light emanating from her distended belly. She let out a piercing scream before the light consumed the entire room. A second later her stomach was flat again, followed by a popping noise. Sweat gleaming off her forehead, she looked up.

"Cerriwyn."

"Sabre? Purgi?" Cerri looked at her parents.

Sabre was a pure vampire with flowing black locks, tall and lean though raw power radiated from him.

Purgi was a Demoness/Pixie mix. Her skin a pale green color with black wings and long black and purple hair. Beside the pair were several other Fae, all much older then Mark.

"We had to destroy the child, Cerriwyn." One of the Elders said gravely, a male Fae with waist length steel gray hair, his wings folded behind him. "It would have killed you in hours."

Mark was not at all happy with this, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits at the Elders, not saying a word. He simply walked over to the bed and squared his shoulders, baring his fangs as a black ball formed on his hand, causing all the Fae's to stand back instantly. They could smell the iron coming from it and Mark smirked, they were smarter than they looked, he'd give them that much.

"I do not appreciate you barging into my house without notice. You have three seconds to leave before I destroy you all."

"We had no choice in the matter, Undertaker." Sabre said, stepping forward, obviously not afraid in the least. Iron wouldn't hurt him and he was old when Taker's mother had been a child. "Cerri would have died, if she died here we wouldn't have been able to do anything for her. You must understand, our children our precious to us, we have so very few…" He looked at his daughter.

"You're time here is over, Cerri." Purgi finally spoke up, a black spiked tail waving behind her. Her voice was low and raspy though filled with love. "You can come home now."

"No! You said she was mine!" The roar escaped Mark's lips. His eyes flashed a dangerous acid green, ignoring the shocked expression on Cerri's face. "You told me when she found me I was to keep her here and protect her, which I did. I even killed my own damn friend and NOW you're telling me you're going back on your word? She belongs to ME now. Our blood, everything, is linked!"

"That was different." Sabre said, gesturing for his daughter to be patient. "Kane was loose on our Plane then, we didn't know what else to do. But he knows Cerriwyn is here on Earth now. He's searching for her."

"Kane," Purgi added, seeing Cerri's confusion. "Is a Fyre Demon who laid claim to you when you were born. He's older then all of us combined, one of the very first. Unlike most Demons however, he's highly intelligent."

"Wait- why would a Fyre Demon want a Fae?" Cerri demanded, swallowing hard, refusing to look at Mark at all, her cheeks flushed. He KNEW about her all this time!

"Your blood-lines." Another of the Elder's spoke up, a female. She looked disgusted. "You're the first Fae/Vampire/Demon mix, Cerriwyn. You have all three strengths combined."

"I'll bring my brother down like I did last time." Mark vowed, standing in front of Cerriwyn, his shoulders squared as he still held the balls of black magic in his hands. "Do not force me to use drastic measures. I have the contract and it clearly states the one who protects and takes her has full claim over her. You know this Sabre, so don't even try going back on the pact. I know you too well, you know I'm right." His voice was low, cool, yet a hint of danger was evident in his tone. "I love her and you're not taking her away from me, not you and especially not my pathetic baby brother."