Chapter 6: A few months
A month or two has gone by since I sealed her away. I still felt like part of me was missing. I stared at the colorful Japanese calendar that we had bought the day we went to the Sakura festival. Jacob was gone to pick up more groceries. I nibbled on my lip. It was odd. Since I had turned I hadn't been getting my period, which was expected, but I had been hit hard with a surprise. I looked down at the rags on the floor as I waited for the load that I had put in there before –our sheets- to get done washing. I had a washcloth wadded in the crotch of my underwear –that's just how heavy the flow was.
I sighed and pulled away from the calendar, walking around in my bra and underwear. The ringer dinged, letting me know it was ok to throw the sheets in the dryer. Walking over I grabbed the lid and pulled it up. Bending over, reaching inside I grabbed the sheets. A sharp pain ripped through my stomach, making me recoil from the machine with my hands over my stomach. I gasped; my eyes open wide, starting to water. Those were the most painful menstrual cramps I'd ever felt!
I took a couple deep breaths and stepped forward again, slowly, and grabbed the sheets, pulling them out, ready to book it to the toilet if worst comes to worst. Of course, I've never really been known to throw up due to menstrual cramps, but still, if they can cause a jump in my stomach that felt like a wrecking ball dropped its load on my stomach, then I think it'd be best to prepare for the worst.
Opening the dryer I tossed the sheets in and pulled away, afraid to be bent over too long. Shutting the door I reached forward and turned it on. The moment the light on the inside turned on, the pain in my stomach started to flutter around. I screamed and lashed out, turning it off. The pain stopped. I looked at the dryer frightened. Was there a cockroach in there that I had somehow connected with and I was feeling everything it was!
Ripping the door open I ripped the sheets out and started to go through them. Where was the damn bug! I stopped. That was the most retarded thought I'd ever thought of! Sighing at how stupid I was I threw the sheets into –hoping that if there was a bug in there it got out…just in case- the dryer again and shut the door. Instead of just turning the dryer on I put my messy clothes into the washer and turned the washer on. Crouching, I snapped my arm out and hit the button, turning the dryer on. Screaming at the pain I turned and dashed out of the washer room and slammed the door shut. The pain stopped right when the door was shut. I panted and put my hand over my stomach. Thank god we had more than one bathroom.
Rubbing my forehead I shook my head and headed out into kitchen. I was freaking hungry. Opening the fridge I spotted some ham and smiled. I'm pretty sure Jake wouldn't mind it if I gorged myself a little. Grabbing it I stopped. There was something wrong. Carefully I pulled the ham out of the fridge and put it on the table. Dashing outside I looked around, smelling at the air. A vampire was near. I looked up to a cave that was up on a small mountain that Jake and I had climbed countless times, where the wind was blowing down from. I took a deep breath and let the fire gush through me. A wave of agonizing pain gushed through my stomach. I screamed, falling to the ground. I guess I was hoofing it the way I was. Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself to my feet and started towards the mountain, weaving through what little trees there were at the base, then being extra careful once I got on the slope. I wasn't going to take the trail. That would be retarded, cause that's what they'd be expecting, but I wasn't so far off that I couldn't smell the scent. I followed it in parallel to the scent, twisting and turned as it did, being careful of my own obstacles. Maybe I should have put more clothes on? I was running in only my bra and underwear, but I didn't rightfully care about that…at this moment. Maybe I would once I confronted it?
I leapt over a fallen tree, ducking low hanging branches, carelessly running through thorn bushes, cutting my skin open.
Stupid! Be careful or else it'll smell you! She hissed.
"Go away!" I hissed back.
No, I'm not here to give you grief about Jacob. I stopped.
"Really?"
Yeah, I realize that you were right. You chose the way your heart told you too, and Seth is being a child. But please, don't give him any grief once he comes back. I shook my head and started running again.
"I have no reason to give him grief. Keep in mind, I still love him." I broke through the woods and into a field. The site of the vampire smell. I looked around, my lips parted, trying to identify the other smell that was attacking me. In the middle of the field was a white cloth. I looked at it confused. Walking forward I bent down and grabbed it. The frills, the laces…the black hair on it. I gasped.
Greedily I shoved the cloth to my nose and started to inhale deeply. The smell. Death, decaying human…perfume. Werewolves, vampires. Tears started to gush from my eyes. Why? Who did this belong to! I pulled my face away and started panting, the pain in my stomach buzzing like a hive of angry bees. My mind shuffled through the memories. The memories of this past year until it stopped on one.
A young, short black haired Indian girl in a coffin, dressed in a white, lacey, frilly dress. I gasped, and pulled the dress from my face, a howl escaping my lips. My veins pumped fire through my heart. I pulled the dress that had found itself near my nose again away from my face and screamed, tossing it to the floor.
"Jane! Come out now!" I screamed. "Give her back to me!" I howled, the birds that had found themselves a perch in the trees took flight into the sky once more. The world was spinning so fast, my feet couldn't keep me up. The bushes behind me rustled. Turning around, I saw a shadow fleeing down the slope I had come up from. Hissing, I gripped the torn dress in my hand tightly and dashed down the slope after it, my feet barely touching the earth as I dodged trees and jumping over rocks. "Come back here you bitch!" I snarled, but lost her when I broke free at the bottom. "NO! Come back here and face me!" I ran to the edge of the island, throwing myself into the water. Falling to my knees, waist out, I cried. Why? Why was she doing this to me? Why couldn't she just give me Rena back? I sniffled and pushed myself out of the water. Gathering the dress that I had deposited on the bank, I shuffled into the house.
I shed out of my clothes and grabbed another wash cloth to take care of the mess that had gushed down my leg. Grabbing a clean one I bunched it up and stuffed it into the crotch of a pair of dry underwear and slid them on, throwing the other ones into the garbage, covering them with paper towels. Now to get rid of the smell. I sniffled and poured some kerosene into the basket. Grabbing a box of matches, I dragged one across the sandpaper side and dropped it into the metal basket. Everything caught on fire. I grabbed the basket, the fire melting my hands as I touched the metal. Lifting it I brought it outside and put it in the sand. I watched as the smoke rose, the smell of sulfur burning out the smell of blood. I turned around and left it there. At least it wouldn't burn the house down now. Pushing the screen door open I took one hesitating look out into the ocean, as if I could see the shadow floating above the waves. I closed my eyes and stepped inside, letting the door slam behind me. Walking to the ham on the table I grabbed a knife and cranked my hand back. I screamed and snapped my hand down on it, cutting off a two inch thick slice, sending the top half of the knife through the table. I panted. Was I really that angry?
Grabbing the ham I opened the fridge and threw it in, it hitting the back with a loud thud. Grabbing the slice I cut off for myself I ripped the plastic off of it and sank my teeth into it. My limbs shook as I tore it apart, but once any of it hit my stomach, pain ruptured through me, and it came right back up. I rushed to the sink and threw myself over the edge, everything that I had eaten ending up in a puddle on the bottom of the sink. The screen door opened, the sound of bags crinkling reached my ears.
"Hey babe, why is the trash can on fire?" I looked up, my bottom lip quivering. My whole body was shaking with pain. The smile that he had disappeared, quickly flushing to a frightened expression. "May?" He rushed to my side and practically threw all of the groceries on the table. "Honey, what's wrong?" He stopped. I could smell the blood. "Are…are you on your period?" He questioned, sounding as confused as I had. I threw up again, my stomach heaving. His hands lashed out and pulled my hair back out of my face. "Honey, it's ok." He calmed me down as I started crying.
"I'm dieing." I cried. He chuckled humorlessly.
"No, you're just…sick." He replied, a ring of hurt in his voice. I wanted to look at him, I wanted to look at his face and see what his expression was. I wanted to see how hurt he looked. Did he think it was his fault I was like this?
"It hurts." I gasped. My stomach heaved again, my insides squirming as I threw up. He rubbed my back with one hand.
"Its ok baby, it'll be alright." He reached forward and grabbed a piece of the ham that I had mutilated off of the counter. "Is this what you ate before you threw up?" He whispered, in my ear gently. I nodded, tears gushing down my face. He sniffed it and took a bite. "It's not bad." The smell of the ham reached my nose and I threw up again. He turned around to toss it in the garbage but remembered that it was outside…burning, so instead he chucked it in he next best place, out the open window, then went back to rubbing my back. The fire in my stomach slowed down, the squirming dieing down completely. I spit out the left overs in my mouth into the sink and reached up, turning the water on, rinsing it down the drain. He left my side and went to the table. Grabbing a water bottle he unscrewed the cap and held the opening to my lips. I took a swig and swished it around, then spit it out. Greedily I drank the rest of it without hesitation.
"What's wrong with me?" I whimpered, leaning against the counter, watching as Jake put all of the food inside of the fridge.
"You're just a little sick, that's all." He replied simply. I shook my head.
"No, my stomach was hurting before this, and my period…why now of all times? Why am I bleeding?" I continued. He pulled away and shut the door, stuffing the bags into another one by the stove.
"Well Leah had her period still; maybe you only have your period once every twenty years? Seeing how you're still vampire?" He smiled at me and hugged me. I buried my face in his chest, feeling exhausted.
"I don't know. But I'm so hungry." I whispered. He sighed and kissed the top of my head, cradling me.
"Maybe you're pregnant?" He joked. I pulled away and glared at him.
"Jake, you said that I couldn't get pregnant yourself! So why would I be?" I replied. He shrugged his shoulders then grabbed a box off of the table and held it up in front of me.
"Should you try it?" I stared at it for a couple seconds. Grabbing it I walked away upstairs and into the bathroom. Walking over to the toilet I pulled my undies down and sat on it. Looking at the box I stared at the instructions. Japanese.
"You couldn't get a translator for this!" I hollered.
"I'm pretty sure the guy would cost extra babe, so I figured seeing how it's fairly easy because of the pictures then you'd be able to make it through." He hollered back up to me, the sound of his voice muffled through food. I sighed and shook my head. How dare he eat when I couldn't?
"Fine!" I growled. I looked at the pictures. Sighing I opened the box and pulled it out. It was a pee-on-the-strip one. "God! Is that all you humans do is pee on things and wait five minutes!" I screamed. I heard Jacob laughing downstairs. At least someone found it hilarious. Putting the strip in between my legs I peed on it and pulled it out. I scowled at it, disgusted. I put it on floor on top of a piece of toilet paper and wiped. Pulling my panties up I started to pace back and forth. I knew what it was going to be. It was going to be a blue minus sign. It beeped. Walking over I picked it up and threw the toilet paper in the toilet. I looked at it but it wasn't a blue minus sign. I glowered at it confused. "Jake?" I hollered, my heart racing. He came running up the stairs.
"Pink plus?" He questioned, almost busting the door down. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Excited much are we?" I questioned. He rolled his eyes and grabbed it from me. He looked at it the same way I did.
"What the hell does a purple multiplication sign mean?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked at the back of the package.
"It shows only two signs. Plus or minus, it says nothing about multiplication signs." I replied.
"Well it's changing." He replied. I looked over his shoulder. It turned into a circle. My mouth hung open and I looked at him. A smile was starting to stretch across his face, although he looked so confused. "Wow baby, you are messed up." He laughed.
"It's an eight now." I grunted. He laughed. "What the hell! I just want to know if I'm pregnant or not!" I screamed at it.
"You broke it! How much urine did you put on it!" he pulled his hand away, a couple drops trickling off of his fingers. He shook it.
"Well don't get the room wet! Damn Jake." I grabbed it from him and threw it in the sink. "It's called indirectly pissing on you, and I know you liked it." I grunted. My stomach squirmed and I felt something rip. Hell I heard it rip. I gasped and put my hands over my stomach.
"What was that?" Jake barked, running to me. He heard it too? I looked at him with wide eyes, my mouth puckered. I exhaled through the small circle my mouth made.
"Ow." I grunted. "Bed please? Give me painkillers! I'm going to morphine this pain away!" I barked. He picked me up and started to run me downstairs. Hipping the bedroom door open he put me on he bed.
"We don't have morphine but here's some Tylenol." He replied, pulling a box of pills out of his pocket. I glared at him.
"I wasn't serious about the morphine zag nut." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I spent most of my life around a vampiric doctor, I've learned to take things literally with them." He mumbled. I giggled and laid back. "Speaking of which, I'm going to call him." He replied. I nodded. Turning he started making his way out of the room.
"Um, honey?" I whispered. He turned around, his mouth open, his eyebrows raised. I lifted the pills and smiled at him. "Do I have to swallow these without water? Or are you expecting me to cry me glass to wash them down with?" He looked at the pills and reached back. Pulling out a bottle of water he tossed it too me. "Where the hell are you pulling these out of!" I barked, catching it. He smiled.
"You don't want to know." He winked.
"And I don't think I want to drink it if that's the case." I grunted. He laughed.
"Just take it, I'll get everything cleared away with Carlisle-"
"Grandpa" He looked at me, blinking a couple times.
"What?"
"Grandpa, Jake, Grandpa. He's my grandpa, and now that you're married to me he's your granddaddy in law." He rolled his eyes and left.
"I'll get everything cleared away with Carlisle and we'll figure out what to do after that. Just get some rest." He called in from the kitchen. Sighing I opened the bottle of pills and popped two into my mouth. I chased them down with water and laid back. It took a lot less time to fall asleep than I had imagined. Right when my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light bulb.
NFS
I opened my eyes; the stars were out, twinkling. I groaned my stomach in so much pain. I went to lay my hand on it and found that it was bigger. I sat up quickly and looked down. I had dark purple stretch marks on my light purple stomach. It looked like I had a volleyball tucked under a shirt. I gasped and shoved myself out of the bed and rushed forward and out into the kitchen where Jake was sitting at the table, talking on the phone.
"Jake!" I squealed. He held his hand up, his finger up.
"yeah, she's been sick for some odd reason, do you know what's wrong Carlisle?" He asked.
"Jake!" I screamed. He whirled around and looked at me.
"May I'm-Whoa! Oh my god!" he screamed.
"I have an alien in my stomach!" I screamed, jumping around. I felt the kicking in my belly and it stopped me. He just stared at it, his mouth open. I heard Carlisle on the other end barking for Jacob to give me the phone. Lashing out I took it from my stunned husband and put the phone to my ear. "Ouch!" I screamed.
"May calm down, when did you start feeling sick?" He asked.
"Earlier when I woke up, I started having my period." I cried.
"You're period?"
"Yes! Now my stomach is the size of a beach ball and it's purple! Not a pretty colored purple but the sickening bruised purple, and earlier something ripped!" I squealed.
"You're pregnant?" He asked. I shook my head, my eye squinting.
"What the hell! I didn't say anything about a baby!"
"I know, but that's usually the only reason your stomach would be like that. Unless it's a tumor or a cancer cell, which I'm pretty sure it's neither of those." He replied calmly in a matter-of-factly tone. I squeaked. "It might be very dangerous for you. It was dangerous for your mother when she had Renesmee because of Renesmee's vampiric cells making her grow so fast, also Renesmee was feeding off of your mother's blood. It'll be very different for you seeing how you are both. Your baby can't feed off of your blood, and the rate at which shape-shifters and vampires grow generally could be a serious problem. On top of that you'll become a major target of it if it is like you. Your werewolf blood will make a feud between its vampire blood, and your vampire blood will create a feud between its werewolf blood. On top of that you won't be able to feed your baby blood the way Bella fed Renesmee seeing how you can't digest human blood, and right now that baby will need all of the human blood it can get, unless it's like you and can't digest it which then it could make it sick." I shook my head and looked at Jake with a fleeting look. He was still staring at me with a shocked expression.
"What do I do?" I whispered.
"Come home, we'll take care of you." He said, his voice edging cautiously. I nodded.
"Alright, we'll leave in the morning." I winced, my stomach shifting. The monster in me…shifting. I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at Jake.
"What did he say?" He asked, his arms shaking, not because of how mad he was, but out of fear.
"He told us to come home." I replied, laying my hand over my stretched and battered belly. My touch burned the flesh as my stomach shifted. From the outside if felt like a kitten trapped in a plastic bubble. I gasped and gritted my teeth. Jake wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly.
"You'll be alright baby, just…take it easy." He whispered. I nodded, my arms wrapping around him tightly. I closed my eyes, tears trickling down my cheeks as they kicked at him, trying to get away from his heat. I couldn't take this. Why was I such an abomination?
