A/N: I love reading reviews. I've only gotten one review today, from Patty, but it gave me the spirit to write up another chapter. See what reviews do? Also, before I uploaded Chapter 4, I had 0 traffic today. According to the traffic as of yet, 111. That was 9 hours ago. 12/hour. Woot. Now chapter 5:

Sniff sniff… Fire, but where? We're underground. Half asleep, I need more…

These thoughts continuously played through my groggy mind until I felt my hair get warm. At that point I jolted up and patted my hair, realizing that horribly fire smell was my hair burning at its tips. Singed tips, the new fad for Halflings in South America.

I scanned the area, and saw a three year old hiding behind one of the chairs that Angel graciously put into our room. At least he looked like a three year old; I think in all reality he was a few months old. But I could tell he was more vampire than human, so I assumed his mother was a Halfling and father was probably Angel.

His hair was short, I think black. His eyes were a light blue, and his heart was skipping a beat every twelve, fast paces. He was scared. Did I terrify him? If he made a mistake playing with fire, was he scolded? Wait, fire?

"Can you control fire?" I kneeled down next to the chair, cooing him back out to me. Showing him I was safe to come near; that I wasn't going to hurt him.

"I c-can make it ap-p—"

"Shh…" I hushed him, "Take slow, deep breaths and relax." He followed my instructions, and soon I heard his blood and heart pace slow down back to the normal rate. "Now, you can make it appear from nothing?"

He nodded.

"Who is your mother? Father?" I threw questions at this poor little boy. But I had questions that needed satisfying, and I had another some odd days before this so-called Angel appeared before his. He's no angel, more like a devil.

"Mom's name is Kimberly. I don't know my dad." He looked down at the ashes, mumbling about needing more. His escape from sadness. I didn't ask anymore about his dad. I don't think the kids being born here know what's really going on. I wasn't going to go into details and terrify toddlers. Sounds like a cruel joke book, though. Something Jake would enjoy, or maybe Paul.

I thanked the kid, forgetting to ask him his name. But I needed out of this place bad. I shut the door, since most of the Halflings were still sleeping. I sighed and looked down towards the vampire's hallway, down where blood was strongest. I missed my family. I'd been too busy trying to figure out what was going on to really think about it.

Now I had tons of time. I may be pregnant even right now, since I was out for about twelve days (I think). Mama said her pregnancy was little over a month. If I was pregnant, I'd find out soon. But Jake…

My heart lurched remembering him. And the pack, but his face was the brightest in my memories. His warmth was something I could have used last night, trying to sleep. Or even hunting challenges would be nice right now. My muscles ached in stiffness. I needed exercise; I could feel my legs wanting to run. But where the hell could I run to, hmm? Down the hall and back, say, fifty times? Good exercise. Augh.

I decided to go locate Calli. I needed someone who knew info to key me in on some more stuff. Like, if Halflings go into labor, is it like humans giving birth, or normal birth for Halflings? Secondly, do the Halflings mothers die? Oh wait, that boy mentioned his mom was still kicking. Okay, one question down, but I still wanted to know about the first one. And to also ask how to find out if I was inseminated.

She looked to be seven to eight months pregnant, so maybe Calli was like the stereotypical pregnant woman and hungry. I sniffed the air, trying to ignore the strong stench of death and blood coming from the human's side. That'll take some getting used to. Soon I caught the scent of barbeque chips. I think breakfast was in order, too.

I followed my nose down various corridors until I found the kitchen. And big shocker, I found three pregnant women in there, and Nahuel… Wasn't he asleep in the room?

Obviously not, Nessie, he's right here.

"Hey," I said, snagging another small bag of chips. Calli was snacking on tacos. I assumed she made those; not like there was a Taco Bell down the hall.

"Hi, chica," Calli smiled towards me, before taking a bite of a new taco. Nahuel looked at me in disgust, as though I were smelly.

I probably was.

"Any showers in this place?" I smacked my forehead for a moment. "Scratch that, any waterholes here?"

"Actually, Angel is installing plumbing in here. I think you'll be in here for awhile, princess."

Nahuel was really rude to me. I mean, we weren't best friends, but still. He could have been nicer. He's not in here getting pregnant. Why was he in here, anyway?

"I was gonna have Calli be my answerer, but I think you're more suited. Wanna hang with me for a bit, Nahuel? I mean, we haven't seen each other in years."

He cracked his neck in annoyance. I could tell he was pissed, his breathing was picking up, as was his heart rate. "I liked it better that way. Girls that smell like wet dog is… Revolting, I think that's the ideal word." His hair was messy. At least they had a 'kitchen'. Then again, Angel did want us breeding. He had to give us what we wanted, no, needed.

He led me to a small cell that was unoccupied for the time being. Most of the people were still asleep. I lost track of time long ago, but I think it was early morning. Maybe the middle of the night? I didn't know, nor did I really care anymore.

"So what do you want to know?"

"Everything," I said breathlessly. He looked at me dumbly, and I took a deep breath as I opened my bag of chips. After eating one chip, I continued. "First, who is Angel?"

"Joham."