On The Fountains Edge

Chapter Nine

Her hands became cold, sweat lined her forehead, dripping into her eyes. Angel was not ready, she wasn't ready to become a demon, kidnapping a child on a special day. "Are you okay, Angel?" Asked Emer, waiting for her teacher to finish her sentence.

Taking in a deep breath, Angel responded. "Oh, sorry, I was so caught up in my own thought that I dozed off. This baby is creating a lot of stress on me." 

"Then why don't you give birth to it? Once its out of your tummy you wont be so stressed anymore...Right?"

Laughing, Angel barely can get a word out. "That's not how it works."

"What? Then how does it work?" Emer tilted her head. Yes, she is mature for her age, but one thing Emer lacks is the knowledge of other children and their creation.

"Well..." Angel cleared her throat. "I am not the one to decide when my child is birthed."

"Then who is?"

"Its the baby's decision. If I chose when the baby was to be born, then the baby wouldn't be fully developed."

"Oh, okay" Emer acted like  she understood, but in reality, she had no clue what Angel was talking about. As Emer grew, she became, more and more like a normal kid. Not like she was a monster or anything, but a kid who smiles all the time and thrives to become something other then stone. 

"Why don't you go and get dressed to go make dinner?" Said Angel.

"Why? I've never had to change before, why do I have to now?" 

Angel coughed, "well those are new cloths, aren't they? Dinner is going to be messy today, I don't want Mister Burnhard to get mad at you."

Emers face became grumpy, "okay." One foot after the other Emer walked up the stairs to her room. The plan is about to begin. All Sam has to do is wait for the signal, then all the pressure is on her. 

"Emer, are you dressed yet?" Angel waited for an answer as she locked Emers door.

"Yes, but I can't get out." Once Sam heard it, she began to climb.

"Oh, I think the door is stuck, let me go see if I can find any tools down in the basement. I will be right back."

"Ok-" Emers voice became incoherent. Her mouth was covered with a cloth that wouldn't budge. No matter how much she pulled and screamed, nothing changed, she was trapped, getting weaker every second. 

"Sleep well, dear child." Whispered Sam. Emers eyes gained more and more wight, till she fell into a deep sleep. Once she was out, Sam picked up the sleeping child, and threw her over her shoulder. Today is the day that Angel will find out, this is the day where everything might change.