A/N: So here's another chapter. I'm trying to produce as much as I can since I have free time. Also, go to my profile, and there's a map of the place this story is. I decided it'd be easier (it is for me).
I stood there, replaying every memory from the month of hell I had with my family and new friends. Meeting Zafrina, looking at the old, wrinkly men (I still can't remember their names), and facing the Volturi on top of Jake's back. Oh Jake… The thought put a larger knot in my stomach. I pushed past the sadness, and continued replaying memories. I remembered the name.
I walked up to Nahuel, and held my right hand next to face, "May I?" I asked politely. He knew my gift of sharing memories.
"Yeah, whatever," he rolled his eyes. I placed my hand on his left cheek, and replayed the memory.
"Joham," Nahuel answered. "He considers himself a scientist. He thinks he's creating a new super-race."
Before I removed her hand, a brief image of what I imagined my family looking like at this moment. Frantic, horror-struck, each one of them doing something to find me. Mama and Jake were probably with Daddy and Grandpa, trying to contact family friends.
I removed my hand, and Nahuel sighed. "Yeah, that's dear old Dad." He grimaced at the thought. I thought for a moment. Where were Nahuel's sisters? I stopped eating the chips, feeling sick to my stomach. I figured it was the disgust of Angel being Joham, Nahuel's biological father. "Next question?" He wanted away from me; I saw his eyes burning at the closest exit, which was down a hall I hadn't been before.
"Why are you here?" I asked. The question left my lips before I considered another question. I looked at my bag of chips and felt a lump in my throat. I looked at him desperately. Did he know I was nauseous? Would he even care? I tried to gulp subtly, and thought of the little boy. The memory of him stuttering took the knots out of my stomach. I felt a little better. I nodded at him, wanting him to continue now.
"My sisters were kidnapped by the second in command here. They were the first subjects to Joham's experiment." He looked at my stomach, shaking his head in disapproval.
"When was that?"
"Before you were born," Nahuel explained. "When my sisters both gave birth to boys, neither being special, h-he…"
No need to say any more, Joham killed them. He killed the poor children who weren't special. That lump was back, and I knew I wasn't going to hold it. I looked around, and saw that there was a garbage bin in the kitchen (a few feet away). I rushed in there and released whatever was in my stomach. At this point, it was one chip.
I finished heaving, and breathed heavily. I didn't feel any better. That knot was still there. With relief, I assumed it was from disgust of Joham versus the so-called morning sickness. So maybe I wasn't pregnant yet?
I looked up at Calli, who looked a little sad to me. She was still eating; that woman could eat a house! I wouldn't tell her that though. I stood up straight, and forced a smile towards her. It was hard smiling knowing what was going on. The children not special were killed. The poor mothers. Hell, those children know what death is. I felt the knot get tighter, but no nausea.
I returned to Nahuel, sweat on my forehead from humidity. He looked worried. So he did care. Whatever. I took a deep breath. "How many have been killed?"
"Most of them," Nahuel answered. He ran his hands through his short, messy hair. I noticed that his skin tone was lighter than what I remembered. I mean, he was really dark from childhood memories. I wondered how long he was really down here.
I nodded, and walked past him, towards the vampires area. It looked to be about half of a mile of just cells. I walked as casually as I could, and I didn't hear footsteps, so I knew Nahuel let me be alone. I'll apologize to him later. I understood now why he was cruel. He has the heaviest burden; trying to save his sisters, knowing his father could care less. Knowing his father did all of this. Knowing his father was killing innocent children.
Another knot; I ignored it this time, opening the door to the vampire room. The same set up as the Halflings, a few chairs, some banana leaves for a bed area (like Vampires needed). But with the opening of the door, a strong odor of death and blood whooshed past me. I gagged, but managed to not puke. I slowed my breathing, and looked.
A larger amount of Vampire men were in here than I assumed would be in here. It is the vampire area. They looked frustrated. But I did see a few women, one of which looked quite familiar to me. She was a larger woman. By large, I meant she was as tall as Daddy, maybe taller. Her long black hair was pulled back, and she was looking blankly at a wall.
I shut the door, and ignored the dead humans on the floor. They had to feed somehow… I walked towards the familiar vampire, and as I got closer, I felt surer. It was Zafrina.
"Can I see some more pretty pictures?" I asked as lightly as I could. I knew I probably sounded hoarse, I just threw up and learned that kids were dying in here.
She looked at me in shock and sadness. She looked older, even though I knew vampires weren't like me. They didn't age at all. Her eyes scanned over me, and knew what I was dreading. I ignored the disgusted look she had in her eyes. I was not pregnant, I was only sick because of horror. Nothing else.
"Poor child," she said, looking back at the wall.
"Why are you here?" I said, holding my breath. The stench in here was really playing with my gag reflex.
"So much death… And my visions are helpful," she sounded sick with herself. I stopped asking questions. I wouldn't mention the pretty pictures from my memories any more, either. I looked around, and saw a few young vampires, looking thirsty. They kneeled near the corpse, hissing at each other. They were about to fight over the remaining blood.
I couldn't maintain myself anymore; I looked away from the vampires and Zafrina, and puked again. I didn't know what the hell I had in my stomach that could come up, but there was something. I panted, and had to leave. Too much death in this place, it was literally sickening. I apologized about the vomit and left before those vampires decided wet dog was appetizing. I ran down the hall, entered my room, and fell onto the 'bed,' and cried.
I was pregnant, and I was in here alone. What if my child wasn't special? What will Jake think? He knew I wouldn't cheat on him, but he'll kill something. I could just see it. And who the hell was the father? Why me? Did they think because of my bloodline that I'd produce this massive weapon child? Jake… With these thoughts, I cried myself to sleep.