Running Wild (Sequal to I'm Not A Vampire)

The Child Inside

**DRAKE'S POV**
        "And all he gave you was a street name?" Ashley pressed, watching me intently, like he was searching my face for any sign that I might be lying. As if I would lie about something like this.
        "Yes," I replied, trying not to get too annoyed. I knew Ashley and Andy were only trying to be thorough, that they wanted to find Blade as much as I did. But they'd been questioning me for at least an hour, squeezing every single detail of my dream out of me, and I was starting to get restless. "I already told you the street name."
        "A street name isn't much to go by, Drake," Andy said gently, his tone a lot kinder than Ashley's. I often got the feeling Ashley didn't particularly like me, seeing as how he was normally a lot less patient with me, and a lot harder on me than everybody else was. "We're just making sure that we have all the information you got from him."
        I took a deep breath. "I told you, that's all."
        Ashley opened his mouth to say something else, but Andy put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a look. "Okay," he said to me. "We'll see what we can get out of what you told us. Thanks Drake."
        "No problem," I stood and walked out of their hotel room, and across the hall to the one Ashlyn and I shared.
        When I opened the door and walked in, Ashlyn was immediately there. "What'd they say?" she asked.
        I stared for a moment. It was impossible not to look at her without seeing Blade in every feature. The straight, thick black hair, the shape of the nose, the pale skin, and, most of all, those huge blue eyes. Of course she looks like him, Drake. I reminded myself. They're twins. Still, with every day that passed, it got a little more painful to look at her. Because she looked so much like Blade. Because Blade wasn't here.
        I averted my gaze and shut the door behind me, walking swiftly into the room without so much as glancing at her again. "They said just a street name isn't much to go by, but they'll use the information I gave them."
        "You don't think they're gonna get anything out of what you told them," she said as I plopped down on my bed. It wasn't a question.
        "Not really," I replied, staring at the plain white ceiling. 
        "They'll find him, Drake."
        "I know they will."
        "So why don't you show more faith in them?"
        I smiled humorlessly and shook my head. "It's not that I don't think they'll find him," I answered her slowly. "It's that I don't think they'll find him in time."

**BLADE'S POV**
        It was so dark in my prison. Always so incredibly dark. And cold. I just couldn't shake the cold. It clung to me like a second skin, sending my body into random fits of shivers that consumed me from head to toe. I couldn't tell if it was the actual temperature of the room, or the hollow chill inside me that gripped me in its icy clutches. In some ways, the dream I'd had about Drake settled my mind, made me happier than I'd been in weeks. But that feeling of joy hadn't lasted for long. A heavy loneliness settled over me, and more than ever I just wanted to die, so that I could be with Drake again. 
        I didn't quite know how much time had passed now since my imprisonment. The days all blurred together in a pit of depression and longing. Time had no meaning to me, and the only way I had even the slightest impression at all that it was passing was the growing of my stomach, which somehow was becoming steadily larger. One day, when one of my hooded captors came in to bring me my food, I asked, "What the hell are you guys putting in the stuff I eat?"
        "We're putting nothing in your food, half-breed," the female voice responded, setting down the blood bag and the small serving of bread in front of me and turning to leave.
        "Then how am I getting so fucking fat?" I retorted, glaring at her back. 
        The figure froze, then slowly turned back toward me. I could feel the smile that was hidden behind the shadows cast by the figure's hood. "You really are a fool, aren't you?" she laughed. "You're food is not tainted, half-breed. The werewolf impregnated you."
        My stomach dropped. "Wha-what?" my voice came out a strangled whisper. 
        "You heard me. You're in your eighth month of pregnancy. The child should come forth in a matter of weeks," her voice took on a peculiar edge. Not sympathetic, exactly, but a bit gentler than the harsh tone she'd been using. "We know you're longing for death, half-breed. When the child is born, you'll both have your wish." and, with that, she left.
        I was motionless, unable to move for what seemed like forever. Then, slowly, I looked down at my swollen stomach, and my own naivety hit me like a ton of bricks. The puking, the fatigue, everything pointed to what was now so obvious I wanted to slap myself for not seeing it sooner. I was pregnant. With Drake's child.
        This realization sent another stab of pain through my body. This little being inside of me, they were as much of a part of Drake as they were of me. The only part of him left, now that he was gone. I didn't know whether to hate the baby for reminding me so much of him, or love it to pieces because it was a bit of him. Not that it mattered, though. From what the girl had said, the first breath the child took would be its last. 
        I placed a gentle hand on my stomach, and felt it move inside me, followed by a small kick. It had kicked me. I couldn't help but smile. "Don't worry," I whispered to it. "You'll be with your daddy soon. We both will."