Aimee
I loathed the little thing that was inside of me, more now than when I first discovered it's sickening presence. Desiree died and left the demon to me, and I did not want it. I did not care what it looked like, I didn't care if it had my nose or eyes, I hated it. It was genetically part of me, part of Joshua, and I didn't want that part. I wanted that gone.
I should have thought out my plans to rid the world of such an abomination more thoroughly.
It cried out, a piercing little cry that was somehow musical, and I stopped, hypnotized. My baby. I was killing my baby. I stopped, and let Joshua restrain me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I listened to it's crying. I was . . . A bad person. I was in physical pain, it was surviving. It was going to get free of me, the host of the little monster. It was thriving, living.
And I wasn't.
Joshua
I stared on at Aimee in surprise. She wasn't fighting me, wasn't even pounding her stomach anymore. She cried, softly, as the baby's shrill cries for help were echoing in my ears. My baby, my little girl. My perfect daughter was dying, my beyond perfect soul mate was dying. I couldn't choose which one . . . too save. My outstanding Aimee or precious Desiree Nailani? My sister's legacy, or my love?
"Mom, Dad, please!" I begged, staring at my parents. They just . . . stood there, and I heard the baby scream again. Aimee stopped crying, and went limp in my arms. Tears slid down my cheeks, but the crying of my little girl was still going strong. "Give me my Desiree's baby!" Marcus shouted. I snarled angrily when he stepped towards Aimee, my teeth bared. My heart snared off in my chest, warning him to step off. He wasn't listening to it, he was trying to get my daughter. He took another step, and I stepped back with Aimee, growling at him all the while. I put Aimee down softly, and crouched in front of her, snarling angrily. My heart pounded louder with each step he took, and I lost it.
"Stay away from Aimee and my daughter!" I shrieked angrily, soaring towards his throat. He was not getting between me and those two. He howled as I bit down on his shoulder, and I bounced back. I felt the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, his blood tingling warmly on my tongue. I stared at him, glaring antagonistically, as blood soaked his shirt. I heard another cry from my baby, and I turned around, seeing her laying perfectly on the ground. Aimee sat up weakly, picking up Desiree Nailani and cradling her in her arms, staring at the perfect porcelain face. I saw the hatred and anger in her eyes, and I saw her perfect teeth bared as she went to bite my daughter . . .
"That's Desiree's baby!" Marcus howled as he jumped over me. "No!" I shouted angrily, helplessly, as he ripped my daughter out of Aimee's arms. "Desiree Nailani," he sighed as he ran. "Get back here!" I shouted, darting after him. My teeth sunk into his shoulder again, and this time, he was not escaping.
I jerked my head to the left, and he stopped running, and fell.
Right on top of my perfect little girl. Her sobs, her breathing, all of it stopped.
And Aimee cried out in pain behind me.
At that moment I lost it all . . . My mind, my love, my daughter . . .
I ran away.
