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The Damned

Epilogue/ 001

Epilogue~

"Please don't hurt me!" the woman cried, clutching her swollen belly.

The vampire smiled, revealing a set of perfect teeth. His curly hair was matted by the rain that was falling, and his green eyes shone in the darkness of the alley.

"This is the part where you start screaming and I don't care." The vampire shrugged, it was a tired motion.

"Please! I'm pregnant! Y-You wouldn't hurt a pregnant woman would you?!"

"I have no sympathy for your stupid mistakes," the vampire rolled his eyes.

The woman heard footsteps behind her and turned, noticing a grey wolf, crouched low to the ground, snarling at the vampire. The vampire turned, too, also noticing the wolf. He let out a dark laugh.

"Hello, mate. Come here to enjoy the show?" he sneered.

The wolf let out a bark of warning that turned into yelling as he shifted his forms. Before the woman stood a boy about the Vampire's age, but atop his head rested neatly styled blonde hair.

"What have I told you about breaking the coven?!" the wolfboy yelled, his Irish accent echoing around the woman.

The vampire chuckled again. "We both know I don't give a damn about the coven."

"You should. Considering they can have your head on a stake.," the wolf spat.

"For what? Feeding? It's part of a vampire's nature. Plus, Louis goes crazy with it."

"Feeding on her. She's pregnant, you inconsiderate oaf!"

"Let's not go putting labels on people." the vampire shook his head.

"Just because we killed your mum, doesn't mean you can kill other people's mum!"

The Vampire hissed, grabbing the woman and shoving her against the wall. He held her close to him, her back pressed harshly against his chest, her head bent sideways, revealing her jugular.

"Don't you dare talk about my mum!" The vampire roared.

"She was a monster, JUST LIKE YOU!"

With an outraged snarl, the vampire slammed his fangs into the woman's neck, draining her of her blood. His venom seeped into her body, causing her to moan in pain.

The vampire stopped abruptly. "There's something wet on my shoes!" he yelped.

"She's in labor, you idiot!" the wolf cried, snatching the woman and cradling her into his arms.

"Is m-my baby okay?" the woman whispered, clutching onto the wolf's shirt.

The Wolf barely had time to answer before the woman's heart began to slow.

"She's dying!" The wolf cried.

"E-Ember.." the woman smiled softly, rubbing her belly.

With those words, the woman's heart stopped.

~ *~ *~

I had just finished sweeping, and had decided to go and wipe down the tables. The usual's were sitting in the corner chatting excitedly about some movie coming up. Me and them were usually on a first name basis, or should I say, they called me by my first name. Seeing as it was on the brightly decorated namecard my boss had given me, they decided it would be downright amazing if they called me that. It wasn't. It just made me feel uncomfortable and I ended up shifting my feet nervously, waiting on them to order.

I work at a not-so-popular sports bar located on the outskirts of Miami, Florida. We're not completely in the shadows, but we're not completely having to create a line because there's so many people waiting to get in, either.

I expected there would be more customers seeing as it was a Friday night, but only the usual's remained. On the other hand, it was Friday the 13th and I highly doubt many people would be here. The town's 'most-loved' club down the street is having a Horror Movie Quiz Bowl, where you use buttons or notepads to write your answer and give it to the flirtatious waitress.

That's where my few friends are at this time of night, trying their luck on The Hill's Have Eyes to win a 80" Flatscreen TV, or any prize for that matter. That's where I wanted to be, but I was stuck here waiting for these hormonal teenagers to get the hell out.

I took some change from my tip jar and entered it into the Jukebox so it wouldn't be so eerily quiet. I switched on some music that would keep me motivated and awake, but I just wasn't feeling it. I walked back over to the bar, entering the remaining change back into the jar.

The boss said I could leave at 1am after the last remaining customers were gone, and it thrilled me. I was so ready to get home and watch rom-coms with my cat, Effie. The usuals stood up, the wooden chairs screeching a moan of disapproval. They passed me, one shooting me a dirty look, and left, causing the bell above the door to ring. I smiled, and checked the clock; 1:10. I could finally leave.

I pushed open the swinging doors leading to the staff room, and grabbed my jacket. I put it on, enjoying the comforting scent of home and Cherry Blossom Perfume. I grabbed my keys out of the shelf beside it, and headed back out. I was just putting my money into the pockets of my jacket, when the bell above the door rung.

Two boys walked in, their eyes fixing on me. They strutted up to the counter and took a seat on the leather barstools.

"We're closed." I said, nonchalantly.

"You couldn't make an exception for us, baby?" One asked, his green eyes brightening.

I went to turn around but I knocked over the tip jar. I jumped, frightened, slamming my hand onto the shard of glass. I winced, as the shards dug into my wrist, blood running down my wrist.

One of the boys stiffened watching my arm. "Harry, she's wasting it." His blue eyes were darkening as he watched the blood drop to the floor.

I reached for a rag but the green eyed boy was beside me in an instant. He grabbed my wrist, his icy hands soothing the pain a little. "You won't need one of those, babe. I got it from here."

He licked the length of my wrist, slowly, moaning slightly. He spit out something glittery, and it tinkled to the floor. Glass.

I went to back up but ran into something hard. The other boy was behind me now, his arms encircling my waist. He bent my head over, and kissed my neck softly. I whimpered as he bit into me, sucking hard.

The door swung open again and a growl filled the room.

The green eyed boy sighed with annoyance and turned to the door, blood dripping from his chin. "Niall, why is it that when I feed, you always have to interrupt me?"

"You can't hurt her, Harry. She's your mate." Niall said, smirking.

"That's impossible, fleabag! She's human!"

"No she's not. You turned her mother while she was in labor. Therefore turning the child also." Niall said.

"This is her baby?! Her?!" Harry screeched.

Niall nodded, "And she belongs to you."







Notes

sorry if it's so long. I had to get in a backstory blah blah blah. ANYWAYS. Should I continue this? Or delete it? Lemme know!

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