Inject Me Sweetly / Dusk Until Dawn

:Inject Me Sweetly: Chapter Thirty-Nine

Time is a curious thing. What may seem like a year to someone may seem like a day to someone else. For example, to me, six months felt more like six weeks. Funny how fast time flies by when you know you're going to die.

Solomon did some research on Blue Bloods, trying to deicide if what Sebastian found out was true or not. We weren't sure on whether or not his source of information was reliable, after all, none of the other Rutherfords had known about it until I told them. Unfortunately, and it didn't come as a shock to me, Sebastian's words were true. Fortunately, it wouldn't hurt. The thought was scary, but my body would just shut down naturally, like if I'd died of old age.

Vincent stayed with me the whole time. Sometimes he was a little cranky, but he was surprisingly nice. It was pleasant, but I couldn't help but notice he was holding back his sarcastic remarks. When I'd told him about it, he'd told me I was crazy for wanting him to snap at me. I told him that was the Vincent I loved. So that brought him back down to earth a little. Even though he didn't say anything, I could tell he was getting more worried about me day by day. It was like he wanted to tell me to live, but couldn't... which I was glad for. I didn't want to change my mind.

Fiona was somehow managing to keep up with all her queenly duties while dealing with her pregnancy. As it turned out, vampires get an accelerated pregnancy, so I would be able to see her son or daughter before I passed away. From what she told me, the kingdom was dealing pretty well with the fact Fiona was replacing Sebastian instead of Vincent. It was a new era, as the people said.

As my days dwindled down to the very last few, my body grew weaker. I spent more and more time in bed, unable to go outside and visit Sebastian's grave like I usually did once a week. That was probably the thing that upset me most about my body wearing out. I felt like I was turning into a cat- sleeping most the day and only waking up to eat and drink, and talk to Vincent for a little bit. Somehow I managed to keep myself completely calm with the situation.

On my birthday, an excited voice met my ears and I slowly opened my eyes, rubbing them to try and rid the bleariness from them. It took a few moments for them to adjust to the light in the bedroom, but when they did, I noticed Fiona standing over me, something small cradled in her arms.

"Emily!" she chirped excitedly. "Good! You're up!"

"Of course she's up," a disgruntled voice snapped. "You barged in here without even knocking and started making a racket!"

Sitting up, I waved my hand at Vincent, trying to ignore the drowsiness that was tugging at the back of my mind. "It's fine. She's here for an important reason," I told him quietly, a yawn punctuating my sentence.

"Yep! Emily, meet your God son, William."

"William?" Vincent repeated with a snort.

Fiona frowned at him. "Yes. That's the name of the place Sebastian and I first met. William's Pub."

"Lame."

She ignored him, taking a seat on the edge of my bed so I could see the sleeping baby. "He's so cute!" I cooed gently, gazing at the infant in her arms. He was incredibly adorable.

"Isn't he? He's going to look just like Sebastian!"

"He has your ears though," I pointed out, smiling at the cute little pair of ears on his head. "So adorable..."

Suddenly he opened his eyes. My heart skipped a beat. He had Sebastian's eyes. Fiona smiled gently down at me. "Aren't they the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen?"

I nodded. "Sebastian would be so proud..."

"He is, wherever he is," she told me brightly.

Suddenly a wave of nausea rolled over me and I fell back into my pillow, grimacing. Vincent was at my side in an instant. "Are you okay?"