Unexpected Baby

Sacrifice

Natasha's POV

I forgot my phone upstairs as we were rushing to the car. I couldn't leave without it in case we had to call anyone, which I hoped we wouldn't have to.

I was reaching for it on the night table when I faintly heard someone call my name. I might be wrong but it sounded like Elise. I did no think twice before speeding back to the parking lot. There was no car, no Elise there.

I immediately felt my heart sinking in my chest. I could not move a muscle. I stood up there not knowing what to do or how to react to what I just found.

Who could have done this? I thought. Then I heard it again, that faint voice calling my name. "Elise" I screamed and started running toward it. Thank God for my vampire's super hearing.

Elise's POV

 The guy holding me gave up trying to shut me up considering we were far enough from the house. I wonder if he was aware that vampire could hear anything. So, I shouted Carm's name louder.  When we drove for about five minutes and did not see her in the rearview mirror, I stopped yelling. However, I still had hope.

I saw the guy parking in front of what looked like a warehouse. What were we doing here, I had no idea. I was still in pain but the bleeding seemed to have stopped. One of the men--I assumed they were since their grip were strong--grabbed my right arm and force me out of the car. 

"Careful," I heard a woman's voice say. "She is fragile."

It was a little dark to discern who the woman was. I heard her walking toward a door. She opened it, turned on the lights, and disappear behind a curtain. It looked like a mini surgery room of a hospital with every equipment necessary. Oh God! Is she going to operate on me, I thought. I prayed harder than before that Carmilla had heard me calling her. 

I felt a syringe plunged into my skin. I turned around and saw the woman injecting something into my body.

"Hi Laura dear!" She said.

"You...you're..." I tried to look for words but there weren't any. Carmilla was right the whole time, her mother was the one behind my pregnancy. She was standing in front of me, a devilish smile on her face. She was wearing a blue plastic dress like the ones doctors wore to perform surgeries. 

"Oh don't be surprised dear. How could you think that your pregnancy was a miracle? I thought you were smarter than that." She said with a laugh.

"But how did you..."

"Impregnate you?" She said, cutting the words out of my mouth. I did not notice that one of her helpers put me in chair. 

"That was easy. I did it when I did your pap-test. You did not recognize me, and when I realized that, I left the room and got one of the sperm kit you and Carmilla had at the clinic and inseminated you. You were so tired that day that you weren't aware of anything."

"Why...why did you do this to me? To us?" I said while the tears could not stop coming. 

"WHY? You are asking me why?" she asked sarcastically. 

"Yes. I am sure you have a reason."

"I sure do little journalist. I was supposed to make a sacrifice to bring my husband back with your heart, but you all outsmarted me. Since I still needed it to complete the sacrifice and I knew that was impossible because my daughter would protect you at all cost, I decide that a part of you would do it. And voila!" she said while pointing to my belly. 

"YOU'RE GONNA SACRIFICE MY BABY?"

"Obviously." 

I did not have the time to react to her words when I felt something hitting me from my spine through my lower belly. Contractions, I thought.

"What did you inject me?"

"Something that's gonna put you in labor right away. Oh, it already started," she exclaimed, clapping her hands. 

 The men helpers grabbed my arms, each on one side, leading me to the bed they prepared for me to give birth. All I could think about was Carmilla: how she was going to miss me giving birth to our daughter, how I should be holding her hands all the way through it, how I was missing her. 

I was in such pain that I did not notice that Carmilla's mother had changed me into a patient dress. It hit me every minute, telling me that the baby was close. Carmilla's mother was already sitting between my legs, ready to catch my baby and sacrifice it. 

"Carmilla!" I screamed. 

"She cannot hear you sweetie. Just push already. I am losing time."

I involuntary pushed as hard as I could since I could not bare the pain anymore, and each time I would call Carm's name louder. Her mother was getting annoyed by it, although she was too focused on waiting on my baby. I was so glad that she was ours at least. I could not think I would say this but I was grateful that Carm's mom used our donor's sperm. 

I was sweating. My clothes were soaking wet. At least I made up for the days I didn't practice yoga, I thought. With a final push and a final scream for Carmilla, I delivered my baby; whom Carm's mom was to happy to catch.

"Finale I will be reunited with my love," she said looking at the baby.

"No. No. Please don't do this. I beg you." I did not even see her face. I could not lose her.

She did not even look at me. The helpers already made a circle on the floor and had candles around it. She began chanting something I did not understand. Meanwhile, I was trying to get up from the bed to see what I could do to save my baby girl.

I was bleeding heavily. I felt dizzy and fell on the floor. I did not give up. I was crawling on the floor and still begging for my daughter's life.

I looked up and saw her putting some kind of mixture on my baby while still chanting. "Don't do this please." I was still begging. Suddenly, a hole opened on the ground. She lifted the baby in front her like a priest would do with the body of Christ. Then, I knew that she was going to drop the baby in the hole.

"Nooooo" I screamed. I was blinded by my tears. My voice was like a whisper as I was slowly began to faint. Then I saw her, like I was dreaming: she was blurry. She fought the bodyguards first, dropped them into the hole, and before her mother could drop the baby, she plunged the sword into her and catched the baby.

I felt her kneeling beside me, holding me in her arms, calling my name but any strength I had left me. Everything turned black. I was not scared though, because the only thing that mattered was that my daughter, our daughter was safe.