All of my memories(Jasper Hale+You)

Part-7

Your eyes burst open, in alarm.
You bolt upright with a sharp inhale, as if you had been forcefully held underwater for several minutes, and were just able to steal a breath. The fire must've died in the night, as you slept. The room was still so dark, aside from the early morning sunlight peeking through the curtains.
"A dream...thank goodness.." you sighed.
You placed your hand on your stomach, to greet your tiny treasure, but instead of the small bump you had grown to love, you felt a hard flat surface. 'What?...' you thought to yourself, you soon realized you were sitting in something wet, and cold. As your new eyes began to adjust to their surroundings you saw your blood stained thighs. You began to tremble as you lifted your gown, knowing exactly what you were about to find. There in the dark, a small discolored figure rested on the stained sheets. "Oh no...." you reach down and cradle the small fetus in your palm...
"She's so tiny...." you wept "Clara..."
you held her close to your chest, and you began to wail, the pain was so deep, you were unable to make sound. "NOOO! Not My Baby!!" You sobbed, taking in every little detail of her poor underdeveloped body. Her small fingers, her toes, her perfect little lips that would've looked just like Jasper's...
After sitting with her for a while, grieving yourself sick. You place her in small box, and take her to the back yard, where your rose bushes grew. After you buried her, you could hear the faint rattle of wheels on an old dirt path, and the clacking of hooves. "Sam?..." You whimpered.
"SAM! DR. TARLETAN!" You screamed.
As the pulled into your driveway, Sam quickly jumped from the buggy. "Quickly, Doctor! I thought I just heard Mrs. Whitlock!"
Poor old Dr. Tarletan was a feeble man, almost too old to still be in practice. "I'm coming, hold your horses!" He said.
They open the door of your home to see it in absolute shambles. " Oh My God!...Mrs. Whitlock?!? Major?!?" He yells
"I'm here!" You called from the back. Sam quickly runs to your calls, and you stand to greet him. "There's nobody here Dr. Tarletan..." He says, puzzled.
'Sam...I'm right here...' you think to yourself as you walk right up to him.
Just then, you noticed a burning sensation in your throat. An unfamiliar thirst that Ached deep within you. You wanted to speak, but something inside you made you keep quiet. "Mrs. Whitlock!" He calls
You stand toe to toe with him, yet he still doesn't see you. The burning in your throat intensifies as you give in to temptation, unable to control the irresistible urge to bite. Sam lets out a horrified scream, as poor Dr. Tarletan examines the old clotted blood that spattered the room. "Sam?!...Sam are you alright?!?"
After draining Sam dry you walk around the house and through the front door.
"Sam is that you?..." he asks.
"No..." You sigh
"Mrs. Whitlock?? Good gracious, where are you?" He asks, looking around the room.
"Not even her....anymore" You sigh as a guttural growl came from deep within your belly, without pausing you pounced onto the poor Doctor, taking his life as well.