To those who asked about the progression of the labour- lol, I write things really quickly, and because it's a non-human-doppleganger pregnancy, the baby will do what it wants, and it's wants out.
Lol Stefan- in this fic he is pretty useless- not for long though ;)
Paternity- you'll find out soon.
Please R & R and I am overwhelmed with the amount of responses and follow in just 24 hours!
Note: This chapter turned out differently than expected- I hope you like it. Please review!
Previously:
"Damon!"She screamed in pain as her whole body seemed to buckle under her weight.
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"Damon." She said hoarsely. "I…I think…I think my water just broke."
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"Uh…uh…" She grunted. "I feel like something's tearing me!"
I shook my head shaking the thought of her blood away. "Look. Childbirth is supposedto feel like that."
"No…I know…" She said weakly. "But I swear to you, Damon…I feel like-"
Don't say it! Please. Don'tsay it.
"…Like I need to push."
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"No! Don't you even think…about making me forget! I…don't…wanna…be…controlled…"
"Well, I don't want to deliver mychild on the fuckingfloor." I hissed.
Elena continued panting harder and then opened her eyes. "W…what?"She mumbled.
"You heard me." I grated.
"Yeah…" She panted. "…What…makes you say…? What did you say…?"
My eyes flashed angrily. "Argh! Elena!"I yelled. "I. Don't. Want. To. Deliver. The. Baby. On. The. Floor!"
I grabbed her arm hard, normally she'd flinch, but this time it didn't affect her.
"No!" She said distressed, she could barely speak coherently. "You said my."
I folded my arms and stared at her pointedly. "So?Elena, I reallydon't wanna play this game right now. You're about to give birth."
I squinted at her; she stood her ground while she still continued panting.
"Now don'tbe stupid. I'm a vam-pire."I said tersely making sure I said the word clearly. "You don'twanna stay here like thisnot while you're dripping blood everywhere."
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"Damon-!"
"No!" I growled flashing my sharp fangs. "You- have to listen to me, now." I told her. "That baby makes all the decisions, now- and it wants out."
And somehow, so do I…
"So, no more arguing, no more 'I wants', or 'I have to'. Hospital right now."
Still with the shaking of her head-, I couldn't understand what the hell she was playing at.
"Elena." I growled.
"I…I can feel…feel it…" She murmured her eyes watering now. I looked at her with disgust, because suddenly my senses felt something.
Something…off…
"Elena," I said urgently as I grabbed a blanket in vampire-speed and laid her on the old maroon lounge suite- much to my disappointment too, it was going to be ruined after this…
"Damon…I…I…"
"Shhh!" I scolded her, and stuck my finger on her lips so she couldn't speak. My eyes were wide with warning as I mouthed to her 'don't speak'.
She nodded and tried not to pant or moan, but I could tell it was taking his toll on her, but I needed her to be quiet…
I walked out of the parlour and towards the old, wooden front door.
I listened again and then heard footsteps- just as I had sensed in my home.
I was beyond pissed.
No one enters my home unless they have my permission.
I was this close to running Elena to the hospital, but then I felt something- I felt Elena's pain for a moment- I couldn't move her.
I would have to deliver her child- mine.
I was sure it wasn't Stefan's, but the only thing was, an invited guest was not part of the plan- unless of course it was Fell…
And it definitely wasn't Stefan- his shoes didn't smell of expensive Italian leather…
"Aaargh!"
"Damnit, Elena!" I snapped, as my concentration was broken. I raced back to the parlour, my fangs immediately retracted in her defence.
She wasn't supposed to scream…I knew he'd hear her…
"I will rip your heart out." I warned in a dangerous tone. The dark haired-uninvited guest turned to me with a thin smile.
"Not if I rip yours out first." He retorted in a smooth, calm tone.
God. I hated him.
Fucking originals. Fucking bastard.
Elena's eyes were wide, and she tried to fight against the onslaught of pain, but no words would come from her lips.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Elijah, drawled in that annoying, soft tone. "Where are my manners? I'm here to collect, not that, this concerns you, Damon."
"I am going to rip you apart." I warned with clenched teeth. Elijah smiled at my words.
"I guess that elusive white-oak stake is never where you planned?" A voice drawled. I sneered.
"Katherine."
"Hello, Damon," She purred through perfect, sharp, white teeth. "So glad you could be here for the fun part."
"What are you talking about?" I demanded as Elena started to spasm through her contraction. My heart broke for her.
"Katerina- as you know lost her own child over a century ago," Elijah began as Katherine twirled her dark curls and batted her eyes at him- pathetically I might add…
"…And, so, because she did something for me, it's time for me to return the favour."
I took one bold step forward baring my teeth at both of them. "You're both fucking nuts, if you think I'm going to let you do this!"
"You don't have a choice, Damon." Katherine laughed as she plunged a wooden stake in my side faster than I could fathom. I moaned in pain, seething with rage.
"Besides," She continued. "Elijah can handle the blood, you on the other hand…"
I pulled the stake out with a growl and advanced on her. "I will kill you in your sleep."
"Oh, Honey," She said with a sigh. "I haven't slept in hundreds of years."
"I. Will. Kill. You."
"Excuse me, if I might interrupt?" Elijah purred. "The baby is crowning. We need to act quickly."
"And, so, it will be done." Katherine grinned. She kneeled on the carpet and stroked Elena's sweaty hair back. "Push, sweetie." She cooed.
Even through her pain, Elena was shaking her head and mouthing 'go to hell'.
That's my girl.
But, just as I had hope, it was once again lost, because she lost her resolve; her eyes squeezed tight and she looked like she was going to…
"'Lena, no." I growled racing to snap Katherine's neck, but she was quick and sent me flying across the room. I heard Elena cry in agony, and I knew there was no way she could stop giving birth, it was time, and all I could do I was…
No. I wasn't going to 'sit back and watch'. I wasn't Stefan. I would snap Katherine's neck, and I would get Elijah and Katherine away from her.
I had to.
"Come on, sweetie," I heard Katherine harp on in a voice so soft, but that was laced with needles of smite and greed.
"It'll be over soon, just be a good girl, and bear down for me?"
"No." She moaned through her pants. "No!"
"Compel her, Elijah," Katherine said sounding bored. I raised one eyebrow at her- Elena had been taking vervain daily, there was a tonne in her system- there was no way she would obey.
"Elena," Elijah called staring into her half-closed eyes. "You will deliver this child- here in the Salvatore Parlour, and then you will let us the child away."
To my horror, Elena nodded and pushed hard. My heart shattered- metaphorically of course, and the blood was suddenly overwhelming- but, my rage was more so.
"No!" I yelled as I tore across the room to get Katherine, but before I reached her, she was out of sight; Stefan was suddenly in the parlour with us. He was holding Katherine tight, a stake poised over her heart.
"Let her go." He growled as Katherine. She laughed her horrible, throaty croak, and then Stefan lodged the stake into her heart.
Katherine started choking and shrivelling up immediately, and Elijah's face seemed to pale considerably- despite his normally pasty, vampire complexion.
"Katerina!" He shrieked as Stefan pulled the stake out of her chest with a squishy- but satisfying –sound and then tossed her like a discarded piece of shit- that she was. And then he stomped on her neck with a sickening crunch.
"If you don't want me to kill you," Stefan began holding a white-oak stake glistening with blood- I knew I hid it somewhere… "Then I suggest you go."
Elijah considered the stake and then was still.
"You don't need to be here, Elijah," Stefan warned in a steely tone. "Katherine, dead. And you're next."
"I hope you realise even after Elena's bores this child, I'll be back to collect."
"Yeah," I snickered with a snort. "And I'll be there to snap your neck, and lodge the white-oak stake so far up your ass that-"
"Damon!" Elena screamed in agony. Stefan nodded to me, and mouthed 'go'.
When I crossed to Elena, Stefan was gone and so was Katherine's body.
It was just me and her now. That was clear. Stefan had made his choice, and so had I…
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