The Fire Inside Me: Prologue

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Fuck. I couldn't breathe. I continued running, my lungs burning, wanting me to stop to suck in some much needed oxygen, but I couldn't. I needed to get away from her. Being pregnant and almost due didn't help my case either. Of course, in any other situation, I probably could've teleported away, maybe try to link my mind with Eliezer or Damien to come and get their psycho sister, but this wasn't any other situation.

First, I was five months pregnant. As a female demon, full term pregnancy was five to six months, so I was due any day. Being this close to my due date meant no powers; no teleporting, no telekinesis, nothing. Everything went into making sure the baby was healthy and strong. Second, Nadia laced the entire area with her magic, which meant even if I wasn't pregnant and wanted to use my powers, I wouldn't have been able to. I was practically human again.

Basically, I was fucked.

It was dark outside; I mean of course it was, that was when any prisoner tried to escape their crazy captor, when everything was mellow and everyone was sleeping. But I could still see clearly as I ran down the road, past empty fields and houses. The moon was bright and lit a path for me as well, shining on all the obstacles that I could trip over if I didn't pay attention.

When another house came into view, I went onto the porch and leaned against the post, placing my hand on my belly as I caught my breath. I was sweating bullets and had to continuously wipe it off my forehead and neck. A slight pain streaked inside my womb and I gasped lightly, gripping the post tightly.

"Don't you even dare try coming out now," I hissed at my large belly. Having a baby on the run was not something I was prepared for. After the short break, I let go of the post and knocked on the door. Since I couldn't communicate like a normal demon would, a phone would have to do. "Hello?" I called out when there was no answer. After the third knock, I sighed and walked off of the porch to find another house.

The sound of a door swinging open stopped me in my tracks and I turned around to see an older woman standing in the doorway, hair tied up and night clothes on. She was looking around, but I guess she couldn't see me in the dark. Definitely not demon. "Anyone there?" she asked and I walked back to the porch, into her line of sight.

"Yes, yes, right here," I answered and when her eyes found mine, they widened and she immediately reached out to grab my hand, but then paused.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her brows furrowing as she looked around the area, probably trying to see where in the world I could've came from. I was pretty far from where I was held captive by Nadia, since I had been running for almost two hours now.

My feet were aching, my legs were aching, hell, my vagina was aching. I felt like a beached whale and I was sweating so much it looked like I was dunked in a pool. No, I wasn't okay.

"Can I use your phone?" I wondered, instead of voicing my thoughts. I rubbed my belly absently, but her eyes caught the motion and her guard immediately disappeared, concern written across her face.

"Of course, of course. Come in." She ushered me inside her house, looking out one more time before shutting the door. Even though I was practically human again, I could still sense things around me, such as the mood, certain smells, and even my hearing was still pretty good. So when I took a look inside her house, I felt uneasy, but I couldn't pinpoint why. She seemed nice enough, so I put the thought in the back of my mind. I needed her phone.

"I'm so sorry to bother you at this time of night," I apologized, squinting my eyes at her family photos. I didn't see her in any one of them and the pictures seemed almost...fake. Like the pictures that come in the picture frames when you first buy it at the store.

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