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I looked down at the floor. “That cannot be good,” I whispered. My water had broken but Dr. Crane had said if it did break it should be clear. This was anything but clear. In fact it didn’t look like ‘water’ at all. It just looked like a puddle of blood and it kept dripping from between my legs.
“We have to go, now!” Jonathon cried, his eyes were bulging and the veins in his neck stood out.
“I’m covered in blood,” I stared at him in disbelief. Just because he was immune to my blood didn’t mean the others in the house were.
“There’s no time,” he said already gathering me in his arms. He looked down at me, clearly frightened.
“The baby’s dying isn’t he?” I whispered.
“Yes,” he groaned out. “And so are you.”
“What? How do you know?” I cried as he started down the main steps.
“I can feel that I’m losing you. Soul mates remember?”
He had to pause to open the door.
A voice behind us said, “I smell blood. Is everything okay?”
“No,” Jonathon said to his uncle. “We have to leave right now.”
“I’ll get the others,” said Patrick.
“Will they be able to control themselves this time? You know what happened when Amelia had Danny and Mason,” growled Jonathon.
“That was over a hundred years ago. I surely hope they’ve learned more restraint.”
“Fine, get them. But I’m not waiting,” warned Jonathon and we were out the door again. The whole conversation between him and his uncle had only lasted ten seconds.
He clicked the button to unlock my new car. It had been my birthday
present. A black Lexus GX. Since Jonathon picked my last car I had been allowed to pick this one.
“I’ll ruin the leather!” I cried looking at my bloodstained pajama pants.
“You’re seriously worrying about the car at a time like this?” he asked buckling me in.
“Sorry,” I began to cry. “It’s easier to worry about the car, than, than—” I stuttered, unable to finish the sentence.
“I’ll buy you a new one, deal? It’ll be exactly the same. You’ll never know the difference,” he promised speeding down the road.
Another pain stabbed through me and clutched my stomach, a hiss escaping my lips. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe through the pain. “Are we there yet?” I asked through clenched teeth. These were definitely contractions. I had been right when I told Diana I would know the difference between a kick from the baby and a contraction. It felt like a bowling ball was trying to come out of me.
“Almost,” he breathed.
“Hurry,” I hissed. “Something’s wrong! I can feel it!”
He slammed his hand down on the horn at the same time he slammed on the breaks. I slammed into the console and the movement made the strangest feeling occur inside my womb. I screamed.
“I’m so sorry,” he choked on a sob and rolled down the window and started to yell out obscenities in Italian to the person that had stopped so suddenly in front of us. He honked the horn one more time before going around. I wasn’t in so much pain that it went out of my notice that he melted their tires with his power. In normal circumstances I would have scolded him for his temper but this was far from normal.
We began to race down the darkened streets again. In the distance I could see the bright lights of the hospital. Almost there, I said silently to the precious little thing inside me. Stay with me. Mommy loves you.
I was beyond worried that the baby wasn’t going to make it, and maybe in the process I was going to die as well. I had never given much thought to dying, of leaving Jonathon, even when I wanted to stay human. But looking at Jonathon’s face I could see he thought that all three of our fates were sealed. There would be no war with the Originals. Tonight the baby would die, I would die, and Jonathon would die.
At least we’ll go together, I thought suddenly.
And then I screamed again.
