Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Twilight. And the song credit goes to MayDay Parade.

So I wanted to post this chapter a lot sooner, but as we all know this site was being stupid and wouldn't let me log in. I also meant to reply to the reviews I recieved, so to all of you that reviewed last chapter; thank you. Your words helped me finish the story, but you'll have to wait for all of that.

"You're all that I hoped I'd find
In every single way
And everything I could give
Is everything you couldn't take
Cause nothing feels like home, you're a thousand miles away
And the hardest part of living
Is just taking breaths to stay"

Miserable at Best

I couldn't remember how many days I had been locked inside this windowless room. Had it been a day? Two? Or weeks? Thankfully Royce, my stalker vampire, had seen it fit to make sure I was comfortable. Not only did he feed me well, but he kept me warm and well rested.

I couldn't figure out what he was playing at. He kidnaps me and sets me up like a princess. A vampire who hasn't even tried to take a bite of me yet! Not that I was complaining about that, because every minute Royce wasted gave Paul more time to find me.

I looked up from the book Royce had left for me in the room as he strutted inside. He was good looking, but nothing at all like Paul. They were complete opposites in every way. Warm and cold, dark and light, evil and good.

"So now that I'm sure those mutts won't find us I think I'll tell you what I have planned for you." He began. "Since you are carrying that mongrel's bastard I refuse to touch you…yet. I should pull the thing out of you right now, but I think it would be more satisfying to have you deliver the beast and send the dead body to that dog. Then, I'll turn you into my eternal partner."

If I hadn't been pregnant I probably wouldn't have cried as soon as I did. I didn't want him to see that he had won. My tears were a sure sign of the hopelessness of my situation, which would only further his happiness. But with the raging hormones and the fact that he was going to kill my baby I couldn't help the sudden rush of tears.

"You'll see soon that you have always been destined for me, Hallie." He said before he turned and left the room.

I heard the door in the lock before I was left with only the sound of my sobs. Why couldn't he be content just to take me and give my baby to Paul? Why was he obsessed with me? What had I done to deserve this shit? The bastard probably would just end up draining my blood instead of making me his 'eternal partner'.

Murdering my Dad had just been sport for him; to watch me squirm knowing that he was closer now than ever. I shouldn't have been so stupid! I should have just stayed inside at the reception and suffered the stuffy air, or at least have taken one of the wolves outside with me!

Now it was too late for should have and should have not's. This was it; I was going to be responsible for the death of my baby and live eternally with that guilt.

***

It had to be September by now. I was as hopeless as ever, but baby wasn't. My baby kept kicking me, full of life, yet so close to death. All I could do was place my hands over my belly and cry as my baby happily kicked at my insides. What if it was a boy? A sweet little boy that I would never know its intended name; a boy that would look so much like Paul, down to the grin and chocolaty eyes. Or a little girl named Gabrielle that resembled myself and Paul combined; a little girl that would have Paul wrapped around her finger as well as all the men to come in contact with her.

These thoughts only made me sob harder. I don't know how long I just sat there on the bed rocking back and forth, but Royce must have gotten sick of the noise because he finally came into the room and silenced me with a single look.

"If you don't stop crying I will rip that bastard from your belly right now."

"It's not a bastard, I'm married!"

"Not for long." He grinned evilly. "Till death do you part, and when I'm done with you those vows to that filth will no longer be valid. Now, we must keep your strength up for the delivery."

He disappeared and returned a few minutes later with a tray full of food. It smelled delicious and although I didn't want to eat his food, I did anyway; just because there was a small part of me that knew Paul would find me before any of this plan happened.

He watched me as I ate, which was pretty creepy and unnerving. The entire time he had an amused smirk on his face, as if he was proud that he never had to eat like this again; like he found this sort of eating revolting. Sick bastard.

"So what names do you have picked out for the tombstone?" He asked casually, as if he talked about dead babies all the time.

"You have no right to talk about my child." I said sternly.

"I'll be the one delivering it." He countered. "I need to know what name to put on the card for that husband of yours. To Paul: here's your baby so and so, Love: Royce and Hallie."

"Shut the hell up!" I yelled, feeling the familiar tears prick at the back of my eyes.

He chuckled, "You'll come to love me Hallie; they all do."

"What happened to them?" I asked. "Obviously they didn't love you if they're gone now."

Probably not a good thing to mock your captor; especially when he could kill you and your baby with just a flick of his pinky finger.

"Oh they did, but as you know fate is a cruel mistress." He replied even more icily if that was possible. "All of them wanted children and the Volturi didn't like that, so they killed them both. That's another reason to kill your beast. Now eat the rest of your food and stay quiet, I'm tired of hearing your weeping."

He left the room without another word and locked the door behind him. I stared at the door for a minute before I turned back to my plate of food and began to eat again. I wasn't hungry anymore, but I did it for my baby.

***

I wanted to know…no I needed to know what made me so special for Royce to take me. I never thought I was anything particularly special in the looks department and I didn't exactly have the best temperament either. So why did he want me? To spite the wolves?

I found my first clue on one of my numerous bathroom trips. He had finally given up on locking me in the room, due to the number of times I yelled to use the bathroom. He knew I wouldn't try anything because of his extra sensitive hearing and the fact that I had no idea where I was.

But finally on one of my trips to the bathroom I saw something that I had missed on all of my previous trips before. There was a small decorative table in the hallway between the room I was being held in and the bathroom. I hadn't noticed it before, but I did now and I also saw the single picture frame that sat in the middle of the table.

My eyes darted up and down the hall to see if Royce was anywhere in sight, and once I was satisfied that he wasn't I carefully picked up the picture to eye level. It was a wedding picture from at least one hundred years ago. The couple was smiling at the camera, holding hands and genuinely appearing to be absolutely in love with the other.

That wasn't the strange part of it though. The woman decked out in a high necked, long sleeved dress looked like me. It was the shape of the face and the smile that graced her lips. My own smile resembled hers and there was no denying that we could have possibly been related.

As for the man; there was no doubt in my mind that it was Royce. Except for the fact that he was human. This had to be the reason why he had chosen me. What had happened to the woman in the picture? Royce had been turned into a vampire but what had happened to her?

"Find something interesting?" His cool voice asked me from off to the side.

I put the picture back down on the table and turned to look at him a bit warily. He didn't make any move towards me, and his face was almost completely blank. I couldn't help but wonder if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"That was Abigail." He explained. "My wife."

"What happened to her?" I couldn't help but ask.

"She died giving birth to my child and all I did was sit there and watch while my beast killed her." He bit out. "After she died I gave him to old Mrs. Robertson. That same night I tried to kill myself with poison but I was 'saved' by some vigilante vampire. She should have left me for dead so I could have been with Abby, but she wanted me for herself. I killed her two months after she turned me and I vowed not to be alone for the rest of eternity."

He ran a hand through his hair then and looked me straight in the eyes; his red meeting with my chocolate eyes.

"You look just like my Abby, and I swear no beast is going to kill you."

Something clicked in my mind then. Had he said Robertson? The baby had been a boy…and if you put two and two together then…

"I'm your great great something granddaughter!" I yelled in disgust. "My maiden name was Robertson! My Dad came from a long line of male Robertson's! That's sick; I can't be your 'eternal partner'!"

He smiled a slow sensual smile that freaked me the hell out. "That's the good thing about time, Hallie. Plenty of time for new genes to be added into your blood, and what does it matter anyway? There'll be no children."

He was deranged; completely deranged. I had known that before, but now that I knew he was my great something grandfather and he wanted to sleep with me, I think the deranged factor went up just a bit.

Without a backwards look I ducked into the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind me. I knew a lock wasn't much to keep him out, but hopefully he had the decency to let a pregnant woman pee in peace.

When I was done I slowly opened the door and checked up and down the hall before I darted back into the bedroom. I wouldn't exactly call my maneuver darting; more of a fast waddling. Anyway, I managed to make it back to the comfort of the nice queen sized bed without seeing Royce at all.

Baby kicked then and my hand immediately shot to my stomach. It wouldn't be long now; my baby wanted out. Would I even get to see it before he did whatever he would do to it? I had to quit being so pessimistic! They would find me and I would be able to bring my baby into the world with my husband at my side. I had to believe that, but it was getting harder and harder.

***

I was awoken by the strangest feeling in my lower back. A feeling that I had common sense enough to tell me what was happening. My water may not have broken yet, but the birthing process had started. Great, I would have to do this whole process without the nice pain killer. The one thing that made the idea of giving birth acceptable was the promise of the nice drugs, but I didn't have that option now.

They said the pain was forgotten once you held your baby in your arms, but that wasn't to be. No sooner would I deal with this pain than I would have to deal with the pain of becoming Royce's 'eternal partner'.

I managed to keep the pains to myself for most of the day until he brought me lunch. My water decided to break then, clearly evident under the two blankets. He set the tray to the side and looked at me with a satisfied smile on his face.

"The beast has decided to arrive I see." He smirked. "Let me take a look."

I clamped my legs together and scowled up at him. "Hell no."

He chuckled, "I'm going to have to be down there sooner or later and in a few months I'll be down there for a much better reason."

I shuddered in disgust which he noticed. He laughed at me before he started to pull the blankets off of me. I knew I had to let him down there because there was no way I could see, but it still disgusted the hell out of me.

"Well it looks like we have a while before I get to kill the little bastard." He sighed. "I'll be back in a little while."

I flipped him off while he headed out of the room. There wasn't much else I could do. It was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not and I wasn't exactly in a position to try to fight him off.

He had just finished checking me for the second time, I was three centimeters, when a loud noise caught both of our attentions. His nostrils flared and for the first time since I had been here I felt hope surge in my breast. They were here! They had to be! Judging from the disgusted and pissed off look on his face I knew they had to be.

He ran out of the room so fast all I could see was a blur but two wolves came running into the room a few seconds later as I heard a loud cry from behind them. The silver one met my eyes immediately and I smiled at the familiar eyes that met mine. I wasn't sure who the other wolf was, but when they noticed what position I was in, they sprung into action.

I blinked and there were two naked men staring down at me. I didn't mind seeing Paul naked; I had many times before. But the sight of Jacob standing there naked caused me to avert my eyes immediately.

"Hallie, are you alright?" Paul asked as he walked to the side of the bed.

"I'm in labor without pain medicine." I replied feeling a bit dazed. "And he was going to kill our baby, Paul."

His shaking started immediately. Jacob grabbed his arms and pulled him back against his chest, trying to keep him from phasing and running back to where there was a fight going down.

"Not now Paul, I know you want to kill the bastard but your wife and child are more important now. You need to take her to Emily; she'll know what to do. Get her to Emily and I promise you we'll take care of him." Jacob said to him, his hold around Paul still tight.

Paul looked like he was about to deny him until a contraction hit me and I grasped the sheets within my hands tightly. Once it passed and I looked into his eyes, I could see that his decision was made. Jacob released his hold and Paul carefully scooped me up into his arms.

The rest was nothing but a blur as Paul took me back to Sam and Emily's. They were all waiting for us; Kate, Kim, and Emily. Emily ushered Paul into a bedroom and had him lay me down on the bed. She sent the other two to fetch things and threw Paul a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

"How long ago did your water break, Hallie?" Emily asked as she examined me and Kate wiped a cool cloth across my forehead.

"Around lunch I think. But the pains started in the middle of the night."

"He didn't give you anything did he?" Emily questioned.

"No." I replied.

She breathed a sigh of relief as well as the rest of them gathered in the room. Until another contraction wracked my womb. I started to squeeze the sheets within my hands, but a strong hand quickly enfolded mine and gave me a light squeeze. I squeezed that hand thankfully; glad for the strength it offered.

What was a little pain now that I knew that I would get to hold my baby? Now that I knew my husband would see his child alive and well? Now that I was out of that deranged vampire's clutches?

"I was really hoping to get medicine." I sighed once the contraction ended.

"I know sweet heart." Emily smiled sympathetically. "But at least you're in good hands."

The girls all left Paul and I then, giving us a few moments together. I turned to him, my eyes full of tears and gently stroked his cheek with my free hand. He leaned into my touch; his eyes closed, and let out a deep breath.

"He was going to kill our baby and turn you?" He questioned, an edge to his voice.

I slowly nodded my head and saw his free hand clench into a fist. "But you saved me and our baby, Paul. He was sick; I looked like his wife and coincidentally he's my great something grandfather. Like I said…he was sick."

"It's my fault, I should have been there."

"No, I shouldn't have gone outside like that." I insisted. "It doesn't matter now. All that matters is I love you and our baby is going to be safe."

"I love you too."

We shared a long look before another contraction hit me and Emily returned into the room along with the other two. Emily had a bag of medical supplies in her hands and handed them off to Kim so she could examine me.

"It's time."