Prelude: HOW COULD HE...?
How could he be in love with me…
If he didn’t even love what we created together?
My adversary spun from Doneshius's porcelain skin, a little rugged around the edges. And his father separated from his mother, as if resting inside of her until the meeting, and, inevitably…the battle.
I was caught off guard.
Protectively, I held my belly and sucked in stale air. I was ready to strike if I had to; and only if I had to. I would not make the first move. I would not knowingly put my children in danger. But as their mother I have to fight with every breath in my body for their survival of the fittest, the fittest of the vampiric realm was before my eyes, ready to kill me and my children.
It saddened me that Doneshius allowed this to happen. How could he be in love with me if he didn’t even love what we created together?
A seductive aura radiated from her limbs, bedazzled in tarnished gold and rust. The way she moved nearly put me in a trance, but I was immune against them now, so her plan failed in an instant.
Her husband, my fledgling, held his ears and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his piercing scream came at me in twenty ripples of motion, snarling and snapping jaws at my pregnant belly.
I disintegrated into particles and floated around their generation of heat, and by the time the ripples crashed into the ocean nine hundred feet away, I formed into who I used to be and that’s when he attacked.
He kicked me in the side and, sprinting as fast as speed could travel, his wife jumped in the air, her legs jack-knifed, and she kicked me in the face, grabbing my hair, yanking me into her face and she kissed me, dropping me on the ground.
Her husband put his foot on my belly, and my eyes turned dark black, as black as black could get, and I saw blood. I numbed and calmed myself.
I said, “Please! I want to be human again, don’t stand in the way of that, and don’t stand in the way of change. Think of my children, please! They art innocent in all of this!”
Doneshius lowered his head and closed his eyes, taking a few steps back towards the clearance behind him.
Punk!
Sissy!
Ye stand there and do nothing?
I just lost all respect for ye if thy decision is made.
He glanced up into my eyes and I held them, letting all my anger show, letting it display itself any way that it wanted to so it could get its message across that I was never going to be the same if anything happened to my unborn children.
She scowled. “We were innocent in all of this before thy children came into existence, so that angle won’t work on us, but the act ye put on was rather lovely if ye ask me, but a bit overrated and overdone. Ye pouted and ye cried, but of thy eyes not a tear formed, and that hardened me against anything ye may have to say.”
I said, “I will be human again, and if I have to single-handedly kill ye both it will come to pass.”
She tilted her head back and laughed so hard it annoyed the hell outta me.
My children kicked me in the side from inside my womb. I knew what that meant.
Kick the bitch’s ass.
Patience, babies.
They’ll…slip up.
