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_POV: THE VISION_

Queen Lyrebird watched intently as the scene unfolded before her.

Vaughn took care of Imara, even when she refused to speak. He cleaned her up, sang for her, cooked for her, and talked to her.

"You may not be able to speak, but I know you can hear me... and look! Your skin's less pale!" He exclaimed and smiled.

When Vaughn would go over to the little market to get food, he would hear little gossips from the vamp ladies saying the famous Witcher (Wizard) had lost his daughter. First off, Vaughn thought it was Imara, but when they said the girl died, he didn't think much of it.

He also couldn't tell anyone about Imara... he didn't know her name yet, so he called her "Angel," saying she reminded him so much of his daughter, and how much he missed her.

The stories he often told Imara were about his life in the human world.

One day, Vaughn noticed Imara's bulging tummy. "Heyy" he said softly, touching her stomach slightly.

"You were pregnant all this while?" He asked and smiled, but then his smile faltered. "I just wish you could at least say something."

He turned and backed her to walk away when he heard a soft sound coming from her. He turned swiftly and noticed she was trying to talk... more like a struggle. He smiled and fell to a knee close to her; her eyes were distant, her lips trembling as her hand touched her stomach.

Slowly, Imara started becoming alive; she would move a bit and maybe smile at Vaughn, so he thought.

One time, Imara looked at him; he stroked her face, tucking her hair aside. The tension was palpable as he kissed her. Sparks, unknown to them, flickered in the air,as the black veins passed from Imara to Vaughn.

To cut the long story short, Vaughn and Imara became more like a couple; her stomach grew every day.

"What's your name, Angel?" He held hands with her under moonlight with burning wood..

She was quiet for a moment.

"Y-you don't have to struggle... let it come, okay?" He said, kissing her forehead.

"I-i-mara," she said.

Her eyes locked onto the burning flame.

"I-i-mara!" She said. "Imara... Imara!"

Vaughn smiled. "Such a perfect name for you... a beautiful name, my love!" He smiled and kissed her forehead.

Imara smiled, but then her smile faltered. "F-father... f-father."

"Your father? Who's he?" Vaughn asked.

"I-" She looked at her tummy. "B-baby?" She stuttered.

"Yes... your baby."

She shook her head. Suddenly, she gripped Vaughn's hand; her fingernails digging into his skin as she held her stomach and fell on her knees.

Suddenly, she let out an excruciatingly painful scream, like that of a banshee's. Vaughn immediately carried her in;

He was confused at what to do. Panic set in. Imara's struggle became more and more violent.

Vaughn's ignorance of supernatural childbirth left him ill-prepared for the horror unfolding before him. He rushed to seek help, leaving Imara's side for a moment.

As he departed, Imara's skin began to peel, revealing raw, tender flesh beneath. The baby's movements became increasingly aggressive, causing her to thrash about, tearing the sheets apart with her fingernails. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed and cried, overwhelmed by the anguish and pain.

Imara felt like she was drowning in her own sorrow, her world consumed by agony.

Vaughn returned with three women, their faces etched with shock at the scene. Without hesitation, they sprang into action, hoping to get some answers to their unheard questions..

Vaughn grasped Imara's hand, feeling the chill of her skin, reminiscent of the first time he saved her from the water. Tears welled up in his eyes as he witnessed her suffering.

Imara's fangs elongated, and she pulled Vaughn closer, sinking her teeth into his neck. The pain was a bittersweet sensation,as her tongue lapped against his skin, Vaughn couldn't resist.

The ladies, oblivious to the exchange, focused on delivering the baby. Finally, they succeeded in extracting the child from Imara's womb.

Imara's head fell back, her eyes turning pitch black as she let out a sigh of maybe relief?

Vaughn felt his strength waning, his knee buckling beneath him,his eyes betraying him. Blood seeped from the wound on his neck, but his hand remained locked with Imara's...

"It's a boy.."one lady said before she could hand over the baby to Vaughn

His initial whimper escalated into a piercing scream, a painful cry that sent the vamp ladies covering their ears and screaming.

Black, blood-like substance gushed from their eyes and ears, a ghastly sight.

The lady holding the baby dropped him, but Vaughn swiftly caught the infant mid air. The three ladies instantly melted, dissolving into a bubbly black substance.

Vaughn's eyes widened in horror.

Yet, the baby's cries ceased, replaced by gentle coos in Vaughn's arms.

The scene left Queen Lyrebird shaken as in reality she was shaking violently...but she chose to see the end

but she chose to see the end

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To be continued...

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