Existence.

Holy hell. I looked down at the pregnancy test, eyes wide with shock and body tense with worry. I blinked, and blinked again, and then again for good luck, but that little pink sign was not disappearing, to my misfortune. It wasn't that I didn't want a baby, or that I hated kids, it was the fact that i was not married, and now was the absolute worst time I could have gotten pregnant. No doubt about it, I was going to die. Father would kill me before I could even explain myself. I knew my mother would understand more than he would, but she would probably want to strangle me too, and she would shoo me away saying, "Now Aspen, your setting bad examples for your siblings!" I suppose I was. I was going to have a vampire baby.