In Sanctus reparte.

[bonifiedslayer]

[CW: For triggering topics, discussions.]



And unto she who shall be reborn into this world there shall come the end of all things. That had been Harth's last words to her. Be wary and be watching there are darker forces at work here and then it had happened.

I'm supposed to. That was what he kept saying. I'm supposed to.

But then things had only gotten worse from there. Cravings for blood, inability to go out in the sun. She had swelled with the creature, a literal parasite that she had been consumed with. He was a vampire, this thing shouldn't have happened!

She put everyone in danger simply by existing but every time she'd tried to end her life she had dragged her hand away and the doctors had fallen ill or died under strange and mysterious circumstances.

This child would be born. The bigger she grew the harder it became to maintain the illusion that everything in her life was normal and who knew when Wolfram and Hart's thugs would find her? They had corrupted the only slayer (as far as she knew) and based on how big she'd gotten most likely the creature would eat it's way out of her.

Drawn into the bowels of the city she tried to wait for death, hoping that if she did nothing the child would do nothing too until she heard of a second story. If she could hunt down the father the child might be normal and then...then what? she could give it to a couple in the uppers, it would be a normal child..

She thought of a thousand and one different plans as she padded to her terrible apartment, unlocked the door and slipped inside. It was a modified hotel room - anyone could enter if they so chose. Fatigued, she lay back on the bed, hand on her swollen stomach - ready to close her eyes and rest just for a moment.

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[minitreiver]

Eliot was angry. No, he was beyond angry. He was furious. He hadn't known it was possible for him to ever have a child but it'd happened somehow. And then she'd run. She took his child from him before it was even born. He would kill her for that once the baby's born. Assuming he found her, that is.

[bonifiedslayer]

Her scent trail would have led him to her, through the city and down to her hotel room where she rested, never dreaming. Waking up, she moved herself out of bed and climbed into the shower with some difficulty, hand on her belly trying to ignore the locked door to her room.

Now would be the perfect time to go out, to look for him, to hunt for him - but she was just so tired and the threat of what might happen was too difficult to contemplate. She could be due any day now.

Keeping her hair tied behind her, she climbed into the bath and began to wash herself. She sat to wash her feet, grimacing at the effort.

[minitreiver]

Eliot knocked on the door. He hadn't expected her to be this easy to find. Not when she'd run away several months ago. The simplest thing right now would be to pretend to be someone from the hotel. At least until she opened the door. He didn't want to risk her running again.

[bonifiedslayer]

She woke with a start. No dreaming Never dreaming but it was dark, the room, the world -

"Lights on."

Her heart began to pound in her chest as she made her way to the door, "...Who's there?"

[minitreiver]

"Maintenance," he replied. "There's a leak in the pipes."

[bonifiedslayer]

No leak, no pipes, "...Okay."

Either the axe or the gun. She decided on the gun there was a chance it could have been one of her old former colleagues. Holding it behind her back she went to the door and unlocked it.

"I really don't see what the problem is, everything seems to be fine..."

[minitreiver]

Eliot shoved the pregnant Slayer back as he entered the room. He closed the door and locked it behind him. He really wasn't worried about the girl killing him. She was heavily pregnant, after all. He could hear the baby's heartbeat, even. The scent told him the child was a boy, that he would be born soon no matter what. "You stole my son."

[bonifiedslayer]

"Yeah." Incumbered by her belly, she rolled over onto her side, trying to find anything that looked remotely like a weapon. When her hand came up empty, her eyes narrowed at him, "Our son. I mean if you want to get technical.

I'm not letting you have him."