The Vampire Prince | Book One ✔ (Needs Editing)

Morning Sickness | Chapter 31

I sat alone in Julians room. I clutched onto the blanket as if it would save me from the monsters that lurked in the house and in my head.

I put my hand to my stomach and took a deep breath. Did Julian hear me speak of the baby? Would Christian tell him?

I groaned and brought the blanket to my face and chewed my dry lips.

"Don't worry, two meals a day will get us through this pregnany." I whispered as I glanced under the blanket at my small, fragile body. I was too skinny, every bone was nearly visible. A small bump was swelled in my lower abdomen where my baby was growing too quickly.

I smiled sadly as I feared that my chold would become a vampire like Julian. I clenched my jaw and got out of bed, I quickly pulled on a new dress, one that didn't have a corset. There was already a chance that Julian knows.

I gulped as I hesitantly left the room. The floor boards under my feet creaked making me feel uneasy in the silence.

As I was heading down the stairs I noticed Stark and Christian gaurding the study with grim expressions. I glanced in the opposite direction and noticed Julian sitting in a meeting with the entire PureBlood Clan.

I slowly peaked at him but he didn't notice. His expression was hard as he listened to the other members talk.

I glanced to Stark who avoided me at all costs.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Stark was silent.

"We don't know, Julian called an emergency meeting with the Clan. We weren't informed of the details." Christian mumbled.

I sighed and clicked my tongue. The meeting peaked my interest. I slightly smiled as I came up with a plan.

I glanced at Christian and he tensed.

"Do you have a pocket knife or even an envelope knife?" I asked curiously. Christian raised a brow as he handed me a dull envelope knife.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the door handle and let myself inside. All eyes landed on me with disgust as I slowly made my way to the other side of the room where Julian sat with his hands intertwined in front of him.

"Master, I've brought your meal." I announced feeling sick to my stomach.

Julian raised a brow as he watched me curiously. I came to a stop beside him and he leaned back into the chair. I perched myself onto his knee and brought the dull knife to my delicate skin. I hesitantly pricked my skin and he grabbed my wrist with a smirk.

"Thank you, darling." He smirked as he brought my wrist to his lips. I prepared myself as his fangs slowly sank into my flesh. The sensation from the single peirce made me feel dizzy, the sensation was different than usual. It was new. I felt completely drained.

"Sorry to intrude. You may continue." I spoke with a smile that screamed confident and quilty at the same time. They all seemed hesitant by my presence until Julian wave them to continue.

"Like I was saying. The NightBloods Clan has an advantage. They've been creating new members in order to over throw the PureBlood Clan. They are starting a war they can't win." The man hissed.

Julian sighed and pulled away from my wrist.

"Then, let them do what they want. I'm prepared to fight and I'm going to win. My army is much stronger and skilled than theirs. Mr. Night won't even know what hit him." Julian smirked.

"Mr. Night is training troops for a war, can you confirm that there will be a war between Clans?" A woman asked.

Julian sighed and glanced at her with a bored expression.

"I confirm. There will be a war between The NightBloods Clan and The PureBloods Clan. All we can do for now is be prepared for a fight whether you want to or not." Julian spoke loud and clear.

My whole body froze, the blood in my veins turned to ice and I became a statue among the dead.

Julian let me go with an amused smirk as he brought his blood stained lips to my ear.

"Did you get all the imformation you wanted to hear?" He chuckled. The deep rumble in his throat sent chills down my spine.

He knew my plan. The plan I made in a split second before coming in here. I got to my feet and hurried out of the room while I unknowingly held my breath. 

I hurried past Stark and Christian as vomit pressed inside my throat begging to be released like a trapped beast.

I sprinted up the stairs and rushed to the toilet just in time. Vomit escaped my lips and I clutched onto the toilet seat while I took deep breaths in between being sick.

"Morning sickness." The voice behind me startled me. I quickly flushed the toilet and slammed the seat down, bearly crushing my fingers.

"What?" I whimpered.

Christian sighed and ran his hand through his hair with a look of unease.

"Don't let Julian find out, otherwise the plan you have with Max and Ruth won't work." He whispered. I frowned and opened my mouth to speak but hesitated.

How the hell did he know?

"What if he does find out?" I asked.

"He'll wait until that baby reaches it's full growth before tearing it our of your stomach. He'll only allow an heir if it's a PureBlood," He explained, "Babies are only born PureBloods if two Vampires mate, and even then, the chances of vampire pregnancy is slim, which is why there aren't many PureBloods. If by chance your child is born Human — Julian will kill it."

I gulped as I climbed to my feet and wiped my lips. I rubbed my forehead in frusteration and balled my hands into fists.

"Don't underestimate me, I won't allow Julian to get anywhere near my child. He's a monster. I wouldn't even be in this situation if he didn't rape me — which, wouldn't have happened if you and Stark hadn't pressured me." I growled.

I was angry, pissed that Christian could even talk to me, to even look me in the eyes when he knew what he and his brother allowed to happen.

"Don't let that child expose itself to Julian. It'll be end game." He warned before turning to leave.

"End game isn't until I hold his decapitated head in my grasp as a victory." I informed.

This bastard will pay for what he's done. His child and his slave will be the cause of his death in the end.