Can't believe so much time passed after chapter nineteen! So sorry for the wait, and thanks so much for the reviews which inspired me to pick this back up! Hope you enjoy, and leave me another review! x
Six months had passed since that fateful night.
She and Sean had moved out of the penthouse into a large home just on the outskirts of town. Constance was right about one thing, a penthouse was no place for a baby. They had spent months getting the place just right, in particular the nursery. Everything was ready for their baby's imminent arrival.
"It's official- I can no longer fit behind the wheel of this car!" She said, half laughing, half despairing over the size of her bump.
Sean hurried over, helping his now very pregnant wife out of the brand new SUV he'd bought her after he was discharged from the hospital.
"Then it's just as well I'm here to look after you for the next two weeks isn't it?" He smiled, drawing her close to him.
"And just when I finally got the whole driving on the right thing down!" She laughed, looking up at him.
"And where exactly were you planning on going?"
"Rosalees. I wanted to over the birth plan one more time"
"Ok. I'll take you now." He spoke, picking her up and taking her to his SUV, placing her in the passenger side.
"I could have walked y'know!"
"Sean Renard, always the gentleman" She smiled, leaning across to kiss him. As she felt his hand brush softly through her hair, and his lips touch hers, she felt safe. And loved.
As they headed to town, the traffic came to a halt. Portland was a notoriously busy place so nothing unusual in having to wait, or so she thought. Something wasn't right here. Her sense's had been a little all over the place, whuich she blamed on pregnancy hormones. Sometimes they were overly-sensitive, sometimes not sensitive enough.
"You've got that look" Sean spoke, looking straight at her.
"Something's wrong here Sean. I don't know what, an accident maybe?"
Sean reached for his police radio to see if anything had been reported. He didn't have to wait long. As soon as he picked it up, a message came through. A homicide had been reported just five minutes away from their current location.
"You should go" She said.
"I'm not working"
"I know, but we're not exactly going anywhere right now. They could probably do with all the help they could get"
Sean sighed. She was right. He pulled out of the traffic and parked in a nearby spot.
"Call me when you're done, Ok? " She spoke.
"Where are you going?" Sean replied, still nervous to leave his wife alone after all they been through.
"I'm going to get a very large decaff coffee and head to that new baby store"
"Just check it's not run by Hexien beasts first, ok?" He smiled, thinking of the last new store she'd checked out that had ended up in a mass brawl.
"Absolutely. I'll see you later"
She leaned over as much as her bump would let her and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It didn't matter how many times she kissed him, she still felt a little giddy afterward. Despite everything they'd been through- everything with him still felt so new, like an eternal honeymoon period.
After walking for fifteen minutes or so, she arrived at the coffee shop. She pushed the door and headed to the counter. It was quiet, just three people sat at tables and one person serving.
"Can I get a grande decaff skinny latte to go please?" She asked, fumbling through her purse to find her credit card. As she found it, she looked up and noticed a terrified bauerschwein girl looking back at her. But not just any bauerschwein, the same one who'd served her breakfast at the hotel when she first arrived in Portland.
"Oh hey, it's you" she smiled, the girl still in full Volge. "Relax would you, I'm just here for coffee"
The girl returned to her human appearance. "Yes your highness- right away" she replied, grabbing the take away cup and the milk.
Melanie could feel her cheeks blushing at the mention of her title.
"Here you are Your Highness. It's on the house of course" The girl spoke before hurrying away to the back.
"Ok so that was….."she began.
"….Weird?" an unfamiliar voice spoke, finishing her sentence.
She turned around, and was met with an unmistakeable face.
The face of an Einhorn.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"You don't get to know my name. All you need to know is that you killed my sister, and now I'm here to kill you"
She turned around. The other three patrons had volge'd. All were Einhorn. Damn senses! She cursed silently.
"Tell me, is there a rule you haven't broken? Running off to Portland knowing full well you'd activate the bond? Killing god knows how many Wesen? Killing one of your own?" The Einhorn continued.
"I'm sorry, but Sean was dying…." She began.
"You think I give a damn about the life of some Royal? The very same people that enslave us? Make us their puppets?"
"It's not like that…" She protested, taking a step back.
"Oh really? So tell me what is it like then? There's no feeling of having to do what he wants, when he wants? He's using you, but not for much longer"
"So what, you're going to kill me? Do the very same thing to me that you despise me for?"
"Small price to pay to end this bond, this royal rule of yours. And once I'm done with you, It's the zauberbiest turn"
A sharp pain shot through her stomach. It burned hot and she cried out in pain.
"Using your baby to guilt trip me? Now that's just…."
She looked at Melanie's face. She had partially volge'd- but not into Einhorn form. She became aware she was frozen to the spot, and was reaching for her gun with no intention of doing so.
Melanie caught sight of her face in the mirrored sign to her left. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw what was happening to her. She couldn't breathe, how could this be happening? There was no time to think as she noticed the Einhorn was still battling not to shoot herself with her own gun. She had to focus, this was not going to be a repeat of the wedding dress shop incident. She battled to override whatever force was acting on the Einhorn, and quickly overcame it. The Einhorns ran from the store, leaving her alone.
What had just happened?