I looked back at our table to see that Edward and Donna were talking and giggling. Never, in a million years did I think I would ever see Edward giggle.

“So, Anita, what are you going to call it?” Donna asked. Thats a point, I hadn’t thought about that. What would we call it, what ever it was.

“I’ve always liked the name Ciel for a girl.” Jean-Claude’s voice came from behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me on top of my head. A tingle went down from my head to my toes. I really did love Him.

“Merci, Ma petite, J’taime aussi.” He said out loud. He then whispered through my head.

“Can I tell the Mayor our good news?” He asked, still standing behind me. I thought about it and knew he was still inside my mind. In the end I thought that every one would find out in the end. Jean-Claude took that as a yes.

In the time that we had been having our private conversation, Donna had gone somewhere, Edward was still looking at me and the mayor had joined us. He walked over and I stood up. I turned round and smiled. I noticed that Edward had stood up as well.

“Congratulations Ms Blake, I’m very pleased for you.” He put out his hand to shake mine. I looked at him and thought it would be rude not to accept. I smiled and shook his hand.

“Thank you, It’s come as a very big surprise to us all.” I said. I wanted to go home. I was getting sick of putting on a face for every one Jean-Claude knew and the press. Worst of all Micah wasn’t hear and he didn’t have a clue that I was pregnant. Even though I was dating both Jean-Claude and Micah, it still feels, to me, as though I’m cheating on them both.

“Ms Blake, or may I call you Anita?”

“Well thats my name so I guess it’s OK!.” I said with a small giggle at the end, just to lighten the mood. God, I felt like a trophy wife at a dinner party. Eak!.

“How far are you gone, Anita, If you don‘t mind my asking?.” The Mayor asked me.

“Erm.... a little over a month about a month and a half.” Go away!

“Well, I’m very pleased for you Anita, Jean-Claude, thank you for your invite, It’s a lovely restaurant.” And with that he walked off. Our meal came followed by coffee’.

It was 1:30 in the morning before we all stood out side the restaurant waiting, for lifts and taxi's. Jean-Claude had me in his arms because it was cold. Autumn had come and was now starting to go into Winter in the middle of October. Edward and Donna were together ready to call the first taxi.

“Hears one” Edward said. He detached himself from Donna and waved it down. Donna walked over to me while Edward told the driver where to drop them.

“We will have to meet up before we go back to Mexico, Anita, have a proper girls chat.” She said with a slight smile. She hugged me and then turned and walked to the waiting taxi. Edward just smiled and waved.

“Well, that went well!” I exclaimed.

Jean-Claude turned me in his arms and pushed my face so he could see it. He had the smile that warmed me down to my toes. It was the smile he wore alot around me lately.

“I think, Ma petite, that this child will be a wonderful thing for the both of us. You may have your doubts now, but I’m sure that you will become use to the idea soon.” And then he kissed me. I didn’t even have to think about how to French kiss him now. I’d had to much practice to nick myself any more.

“He! You pair want a lift or not?” Jason shouted. He was in a black people carrier that Jean-Claude had purchased recently. I didn’t mind. It meant that I didn’t have to pick him up any more.

The windows were blacked out, all except the front one, and on the side it held Jean-Claude’s companies emblem. It was an elegant JC and then ‘Corporation’ underneath. I hadn’t known that he’d had a `Corporation’ until I went away and we were being questioned about a year ago. You learn something knew and all that.

“You scared me.” I said to Jason. We broke away from each other and I went to the door. Jean-Claude went round to the other side. I snuggled up close to him and Jason turned round and said “Don’t do any thing I wouldn’t do!” With his usual teas grin.

“Shut up and just drive” I said back. I was so tired. I leant against Jean-Claude with him whispering in my ear in French and thats how I feel asleep.

“Ma petite, Wake up. We’re home now” He whispered to me. I pulled myself out of sleep, very reluctantly, and sat up. My car door was open and Jean-Claude was leaning over me.

“Come on, I will take you in if you desire?” He said with his little smile.

“I may be pregnant, but I can walk myself, you know”. My voice was filled with sleep even though I’d only been asleep about fifteen minuets.

“I want to, please let me”. And he pulled me in his arms and out of the car as though I were a small child and weighed nothing.

Jason had taken my keys and walked ahead to open the door. Jean-Claude walked inside, still holding me showing no strain what so ever.

“Do you want to stay at the Circus to night? Nathaniel is staying there so you will have no one if the Arduer flairs tomorrow. I think it would be wise”. He looked at me as though he knew I would protest. He knew so well.

“How about you stay hear with me and we’ll have a night together?” I wiggled my eyebrows and smiled. He walked out the door and came back in less than a minuet later. I heard the engine of a car come to life and then disappear in to the distance. I got up off the couch where Jean-Claude had put me and walked over to him. I did my hip swinging walk which Jean-Claude had taught me ages ago.

We went into the bed room. I didn’t think that us having sex was very good while I was pregnant. Jean-Claude must have sensed something because he whispered through my mind

“I just want to spend this night together Ma petite, that is all”. He looked me dead in the eyes when he said it. I smiled. I could do no less.

“You’ve become very good at the comforting stuff, lately” I told him. Well, he was.

If I ever looked upset lately, he tone down the charm and acted like he gave a damn. The thing was he did give a damn about my feelings. Thats what frightened me so much. Vamps aren't supposed to have feelings. Maybe, just maybe, I was wrong. I didn’t mind being wrong in this though. I couldn’t get killed. Well, you never know.

“Ma petite, what are you thinking about so hardly? I do care about how you feel. you know that” then he bent down and kissed me so softly, it was like he was tickling my lips. I giggled and he laughed full throated. We walked in the bedroom.

I loved Jean-Claude, I think I loved him more than any other man in my life. Richard and I were finished. We had to stay away from each other for a while. We were no good for each other. We were going to work on at least being friends. We had to.

Micah, well, what was there to say about Micah. He lied when he had first come in to my territory, but he had had to, to save his leopards and mine. We were sharing a bed, but I wasn’t in love with him yet. It wasn’t as though I didn't want to and wouldn’t let him in, I loved him like a friend. Thats all.

Jean-Claude and I talked for hours. I knew then that I loved him. I would have this baby, and we would both do our hardest to keep it safe.
 

Chapter 7
 

“Anita!” I herd someone call my name. I stirred and then felt myself being pulled out of my bed. Strong arms held me immobile while I woke myself up. It was still dark and the only reason I knew that was because it was Jean-Claude who called my name. I knew that Vamps were holding me because the flesh I was trying to tear away from was, for lack of a better word, dead.

“Anita! Wake up!” Jean-Claude was still calling my name. I finally opened my eyes to find Jean-Claude, still in his lovely clothes, Was being held by four people. They were either master Vampires or very powerful shape shifters to be able to hold him like that. One man stood out from the rest. He was watching me, watching Jean-Claude struggle. He was a Master Vampire but he wasn’t as powerful as Jean-Claude.

The thing that frightened me most was when he stepped in to the light, and I could see him properly, he looked exactly the same as Jean-Claude. Every feature was the same. Other than the hair. This new vamps hair was straight and shorter than Jean-Claude’s.

Someone stood in front of me with a needle in their hands. Now I started to panic. I struggled as hard as I could and started to scream. We had told the leopards to leave and the wolves, which mean s it was Jean-Claude and I against seven of the most powerful creatures on this earth. I didn't have any weapons on me. The only one was my Browning high power hand gun which was in a special holster behind the head bored.

“Philippe, what do you want?” I heard Jean-Claude’s voice. it sounded distressed. Obviously Philippe was the Jean-Claude look-alike.

“Don’t play stupid Jean, you know what I have come for”. Philippe looked at

Jean-Claude as though he didn’t want to be speaking to him.

“I told you just before you left the council that I would make you pay for what you did”.

“And I told you it was a mistake. Asher was there that night. He knows what our traitorous friends did that night. Do not punish Anita for it.” Jean-Claude had stopped struggling. I could feel his disappear. I tried to fine the memory which would tell me what the hell they were talking about, but he had closed himself off from me. I couldn’t search.

Jean-Claude looked at me. For some reason I could see the defeat in his eyes. I now knew what was going on they hadn’t come to kill us, they had come ton teach Jean-Claude a lesson.

Just then, Jean-Claude let me see the tell-tell memory. I looked down to see a beautiful woman underneath me. I had no idea how I had got there. The woman had just reached that point where they could no longer hold on to what they desired to do. She screamed out a familiar name, a name that what wasn’t mine.

I looked round and found myself in a darkened room, with only one candle lit. I was lying on top of a woman I knew well, on a four poster bed. It was a very old looking small room. I felt my self rise up off the woman and look round as a door opened, to see him in the door way. I felt the alcohol that coursed through me take affect as I rolled off the bed and to the floor and threw-up.

I came back to myself with the vampires still holding me, watching the tears trail down both Jean-Claude's and his brothers cheek. Thats what the new vamp was, Jean-Claude's brother. Jean-Claude had slept with his brothers fiancé. Jean-Claude’s twin brother turned to face Jean-Claude and said

“You hurt me all those years ago, my dear brother, and now I shall hurt you by taking what is most precious to you”. The look in his eyes when he looked at me was terrifying. He wanted to hurt Jean-Claude soo badly for what he did to him, and the way he was going to do that was by taking me.

Someone had just taken something out of my arm. I felt it slide out. Jean-Claude was shouting my name out, over and over again. I just looked at him. neither of us could do any thing. I stretched out our marks, trying to hold on to myself a bit longer. I could feel myself coming back to the surface. Jean-Claude’s pain in loosing me went through my mind and it hurt so much I cried out, which was the first real noise I had made since I’d woken up.

I opened my eyes to find Jean-Claude struggling with the two vamps which were holding him. I started to struggle too. I knew what must be done if we wanted to win this fight. The fourth mark. It was the only way. I don’t normally give in this quickly but we needed to win. I did not want to be in the hands of Jean-Claude’s brother when he was pissed off with Jean-Claude.

Neither of us could get loose, and what ever they had given me had started to take affect properly. I felt my self getting weaker and weaker. All I could think of was getting to Jean-Claude.
 

Chapter 8
 

I felt like shit. I wanted to wake up but I couldn’t pull myself out of sleep. When I did open my eyes, There was a different face in front of me every time. One or two I seemed to recognize, but others were totaly knew to me. I was so hot, but then I would go so cold.

I couldn’t remember anything. Who I was, how I had gotten like this, why I was like it. I drifted back off to sleep, after what seemed like an eternity of being uncomfortable and ridiculously hot. I had no sense of time or of who I was. I just wanted to sleep.

Someone was moving me, and I started to stir and wake. A voice that seemed familiar to me was whispering.

“Anita, please wake up. You’ve slept enough now. Come on Anita, wake up”. The voice was saying. Who the bloody hell was Anita? Me? The voice was seductive and close. I could feel the heat of their breath warm against my face.

I turned my head, and slowly opened my eyes. I was lying in someone’s arms, on a four poster bed, in a very big and overly decorated room. The sheets were a deep, shiny, navy blue. They were embroidered with gold, done in lovely patterns. I matched the bed sheets. I was wearing a gold night dress with navy blue patterns on it. Though, my night dress was nothing compared with the rest of the room.

The walls were split, navy blue, cream and gold stripes at the bottom and cream with small gold patterns at the top. The bed took up a huge corner of the room. A beautiful fire place with a roaring fire was on the wall opposite. French doors were situated on the wall next to the bed. They were gold framed. Most of the glass doors were obstructed by heavy navy curtains.

I finally looked at the person who’s arms I was lying in. If the room was beautiful, then the man was indescribable. He had jet black, long, straight, hair, and mid -night blue pools for eyes. His facial structure mad him look pretty and handsome at the same time. I just lay in his arms looking up at him. He looked at me, like he would look through me, and tell what I was thinking. He looked worried about me.

“Anita, how are you feeling now? I was worried we’d have to go back to the hospital”. He sounded worried too. I looked past him to find some sort of equipment. How did I get like this? What happened? This was sooo not fair. Why couldn’t I remember anything?

“Anita, can you talk?” I looked back at him.

“I’m not sure how I feel”. I found my voice. I sounded like a child. I sounded small an helpless. I didn't like feeling like that. Not in the position I was in.

“What happened to me? Why was I in the hospital? What’s going on” I was getting more frightened and up set by the minuet

“Stop worrying. Your safe now. Your home, Anita, your home”. Was I? I didn’t feel it.

“I’m so tired” I tried to sit up, but failed. God, I felt fucking awful. What the fuck happened to me. The man helped me to sit up, then placed me on the bed. He got up and went to stand in front of the fire. I watched him walk away.

“Why can’t I remember anything?” My voice sounded urgent.

“Because I chose for you not to” That stopped me.

“Why? Why don’t you want me to remember anything?” I asked him

He turned round slowly. He looked at me and he had tears in his eyes.

“Because, I’ve just got you back from a very unstable and dangerous man and I don’t want you to remember what he did. The doctors have said that if you don’t rest for a while, you could loose the baby.” What baby?. I looked at him. I was carrying a child? I couldn’t be!. This takes the fucking piss! I can’t remember who I am and now I find out I’m carrying a child.

A scream came up my throat and out of my mouth. I couldn’t stop. I went mad. I dug my fingers in to my arms and pressed as hard as I could. I felt the bed move and strong arms grab on to me. I fought them as much as could and carried on screaming.

There was a sound of a door bursting open, and men shouting. More arms held me down on the bed. There was a sting as something was put into my arm. Someone shouted “She’ll loose the baby, don’t!” I didn’t recognize the voice. The needle was pulled out.

I was still screaming, but now there was tears and sobs. I still kept fighting, but I had no energy. I just wanted to run, get away. I needed so badly to know what was going on. I needed to know who I was. I’d stopped screaming. Some of the weight had gone and I was just crying now.

There were only two pairs of arms around me. I had gone quiet. I had no energy. I stopped moving, but the crying kept going. I couldn’t stop my self. It had to come out some way. I was lifted in someone's arms and I heard the bed. I was back on the bed between two people. I was facing the man I meet first. He was breathing very deeply. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. He said that this was my home.

So why did I feel like a complete stranger hear?

Every thing was blurry. I couldn’t remember any thing. I was quiet now. I had nothing left in me.

“Anita, please don’t frighten me like that again”. The man was talking to me again. I couldn’t think of anything to say to him, so I didn’t.

“Surely you remember something's. Anything from before. I meant only to make you forget what happened when you were away from me. Maybe it was to much”. He sounded sorry. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“I don’t even remember my own name. Let alone any body else's”. I told him.

“Philippe, my name’s Philippe“. He said. “The man behind you is my human servant, Michael”. I looked behind me. I’d forgotten that there were two people there. He said ’hi’ and I smiled. I’d just realised how tired I was.

“Sleep Anita, maybe you need more than I thought” Philippe said with a small smile. That seemed like a good idea. I got comfy and eventually drifted off.
 
 

Chapter 9
 

I woke alone. I either hadn’t slept very long, or I’d slept another day because It was dark. The only reason I knew that was because there was a gap in the heavy curtains. I swung the covers off me and slid my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The night dress came down to my feet and wisped around my legs as I walked. I went to the window and looked out. I was looking out over the sea. The moon was full a reflected on the water to make a long, white light. It looked beautiful.

I felt my self drift away, like someone was taking over my mind and leaving my body behind. I felt dizzy. I looked round to find my self staring at man. He was tall and well built, not with fat, but with muscles. He was handsome. Very handsome.

His hair was a dark honey colour. It was loose around his shoulders. He was about two metres away from me. I looked around me. I was in woods, in a clearing surrounded by trees. The moon was still there, but with no water.

“Anita, God, where are you” His voice was deep, but not to deep. I just looked at him.

“Anita, please. Answer me”. He started to walk towards me with his hand out stretched. I gasped and took a step back, and he stopped. What was going on.

“Don’t be frightened, Anita, for god’s sake, its me, Richard. Please don’t do this to me Anita, I need you back”. He said. How did he know my name? What did he want?

“How do you know who I am? What do you want?” I was starting to get upset again. I don’t know why, but it doesn’t seem to be me, getting upset so much. Did being pregnant do this much damage to hormones?

“Anita, you were my Fiancé, your Jean-Claude's human servant. Can’t you remember anything?” He said to me. He was in reaching distance. I could have out my arm out and touched him. What was he going on about?

“Who’s Jean-Claude?” I had no idea who Jean-Claude was. I looked in his eyes and I could see tears welling in them. I had to shut my eyes. He was upset that I couldn’t remember. That made two of us. I opened my eyes and really looked at him. I kept that image in my head, when I felt someone pull me. I opened my eyes and found my self staring into Philippe’s eyes.

“What’s wrong, Ma petite?” He said. He looked and sounded angry. The way he said Ma petite, what ever that meant, was mocking. He was holding the tops of my arms tight.

“I had some sort of vision” I managed to pull some tears up “A man was telling me to come back to him”. I looked down. It was partly true

“Why did you say ’who’s Jean-Claude’?” He asked me. The anger was still there. I really didn’t trust this man. When I looked into that other mans eyes, Richard or what ever, I seemed recollect something. I didn’t know what it was, but there was something in his eyes I seemed to know.

“The man in my vision asked me if I remembered someone called Jean-Claude”. I told him. He seemed to calm down. He loosened his grip on my arms at any rate.

“Do not listen to these ’visions’, Anita, They cannot harm you any more. I must retire to my coffin now, Anita. If you need anything during the day, Michael will be there to assist you.” What the fuck was he doing in a coffin?. Only one way to find out...

“What are you doing in a coffin?” I asked. the curiosity got the best of me. What can I say?.

“What do you mean,’ what am I doing in a coffin’? Its where vampires sleep during the day....” He looked at me funny

“You’ve forgotten what a vampire is. Mon Dieu, I didn’t mean the memory spell to be that strong”. So he put a spell on me, did he. Why was I feeling more myself all of a sudden?. I didn’t even know, who “my self” was!

“What’s a vampire?” Well, I wanted to know! So sue me!.

“When Michael comes in in the morning, Ask him. I have no time. The sun will be rising any minuet now. Until darkness”. And with that he kissed me on the cheek and left, closing and locking the door behind him.

Chapter 10

I was dreaming . I was in the middle of a warm lake. I was wearing some sort of dress. The moon was high and full. When I say full I mean full. Standing in front of me was the man from my vision thing and...Philippe? What was going on?

“Philippe? What’s going on?” I asked him. The pair just looked at each other. Like they were shearing some sort of secret, and didn’t want me to know.

“First you tell me not to listen to these dreams, visions, what every they are, and now you send them to me!. What’s going on?” I was beginning to feel very angry

“I told you. She can’t remember anything. What the hell has he done to her?” The first man said. He sounded angry and upset.

“Do not worry, mon amie, Philippe was always good at making people forget things. It is one of our most rarest and praised powers. Its also one that humans know nothing about. It is a frightful power. to hold” Philippe look-alike said. All the time he was talking, he never took his eyes off me. They both looked like someone had killed there puppy.

The Philippe look-alike looked at me. He looked sorry, though I don’t know what about

“Ma petite, it is I, Jean-Claude. You truly do not remember, do you?. I didn’t think that my brothers powers were this strong. He has gotten stronger”.

“What do you want?”. The anger was gone. replaced by fright. Who were these people?

“I want my Ma petite back, I want you back. Philippe is my brother, my twin brother. Will you let me show you the truth?” What’s is face asked me.

“How do I know your not just going to show me a bunch of lies”. I felt a tear slide down my face. My hormones were screwin me six ways to Sunday. I didn’t know what to think

“You know, Ma petite, deep down, you know that Philippe is not who he says he is”.

“No, I don’t know that. That just what your telling me. He warned me about these dreams and you. He told me that someone took me and he got me back. If it was you, go away leave me alone, please. I just want to get on with my life!” I shouted. He’d stopped moving. He seemed taken a back. They both did.

“I can tell you anything about you, Anita, anything. Trust your heart instead of your head. I know thats not who you are. We will tell you the truth, Ma petite”. He said.

“If you know everything about me, tell me”. Not that it would help much, seen as how I couldn't remember anything any way.

He sighed and looked down. All my hope fell apart when he looked down. I needed so badly to know who I was. I was so sure that he had the answers. I didn’t know why, but I believed him. He looked up

“Your mother died in a car crash when you were eight years old. Your mother was Mexican. Your father remarried a woman called Judith. You don’t get along. You father is German. You had a Fiancé in college, who dumped you because of your Mexican back ground. You have a step sister and a half brother called Josh who is 15. You are an animator for animators inc. You are a necromancer. Anything else”. He finished. I listened to him and felt my self believe him. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I was fucking sick of crying. I scrubbed at the tears.

“Let me show you who you are, Ma petite”.

He approached me, hand out stretched. I went tense. I had absolutely no idea what was going on. I didn’t know who to trust. I felt all alone. I needed desperately to remember who I was. The man was in touching distance of me. The water sloshed around me as he came closer. He laid his hand against my forehead and shoved power into me.

Images flashed through my mind. I seen faces, remembered names, places. My memories, or what they seemed to be, flashed through my mind. I seen my self with so many different people with so many different emotions. I recognised the two men in front of me. They appeared in more memories, more good memories, than the others.

Then, suddenly, I was me. I can't explain it. Its sort of like, trying to remember something you know is really important, and you can’t. Then it hits you. You remember, just like that. I looked at Jean-Claude and knew. I was human servant. The third in his triumvirate of power. His love. His Ma petite. The mother of his child to be.

He took his hand away from my forehead gently, almost as if he were afraid I would break. He looked scared. More scared than I’d ever seen him. I couldn’t help it. My face cracked into a big grin. I started to cry. His face cracked and he started to laugh with me, and cry.

“Oh, Ma petite, you don’t know how much I have missed you!”. And with that, he leaped forward and picked me up in his arms. I was crying so much I could hardly see properly. We hugged and kissed, like we were lovers reunited. Well, technically, we were. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to shore. I looked down at my self to see the whole bottom part of me covered in red. That was why the water was so warm. It wasn’t water. It was blood. Strange thing was I didn’t care. I knew who I was. I had my memories back. And my Jean-Claude.

We were on shore now. I was hugging Jean-Claude and crying. I looked behind at Richard and didn’t know how to react. I hadn’t seen Richard since last months full moon. My Pard and His Pack had decided to join forces. It was just easier that way. Thinking about it made me realise I was me again. I remembered every thing!.

I didn’t know how to feel, seeing Richard. I was just starting to get over him. I had a new man in my life, other than Jean-Claude. Micah. Richard and I had decided to just be friends, but seeing him, I knew it wouldn't work. We loved each other. That was never our problem, but his morals and ideas had split us up. Oh yeah, and the fact he couldn’t stand that I was a monster. No ones perfect.

“I love you, Anita, more than life its self”. Jean-Claude said. That pulled me back to look at him.

“I love you too”

“How’s the baby?”

“Its fine as far as I know”. I said. He pushed me back from him, so that he could look in my eyes. His face was wiped of all emotion. He studied me, like he was checking if there was any imperfection on a perfect statue.

“What's wrong, Jean-Claude?”. I asked him

“I'm just wondering, how hard its going to be to get you back”. He said, with a frown forming.

“You need to find out where you are, Ma petite, I have every one looking for you, but, like us all, he has connections. You could be anywhere”. He sounded sad.

“I will. What shall I do? Will he be able to tell I have my memories back?” I had to know.

“I’m not sure. You must be very careful, Ma petite, of what you say and how you act”. He held up his hand before I could say any thing. “I know that your acting skills aren’t good, but you must be careful. Especially around Philippe”. He said.

I knew it was a dream, but I wanted him so badly. No, I needed him. I put my arms around his waist and buried my head into his chest. I could hear his heart beating. He pushed me back and took my chin in his hand. Like all of the times before. He bent his head down to kiss me. We kissed, soft and attentively, almost like we were unsure of each other. He pulled back first.

He knelt in front of me and put his head against my stomach and his hands either side of my waist. I was about to tell him that he probably wouldn’t hear anything, but then again, maybe he could. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady my self. I looked ahead to find Richard, but he weren’t there. Oh well. Jean-Claude stood up and took my hands in his.

“I cannot wait to see you, Ma petite, out side of a dream” Jean-Claude said.

“Nor I you”. God, what did that sound like!.

“you had best wake up now. J’ taime, Ma petite, J’taime”.

“I love you too, I really do”. I told him .I reached out and shattered the dream. I woke with the sun on my face. Life was good, not

Chapter 11

I checked the time. It was 10:45. I didn’t know what day it was, because I had no clue to how long I’d been out. I pushed the covers off me. I now knew who Philippe was and I knew who Jean-Claude and Richard were. I just had to think of what to do while I was waiting to be ’rescued’. I had to pretend I didn’t know what was going on and that I trusted Philippe. Well, wouldn’t that be easy!.

I climbed off the bed and walked back over to the windows. I could see the scenery clearly now and it was beautiful. There was a balcony out side my room which lead down to a bigger balcony . Then there were some steps which lead down to, what seemed to be, a private beach.

Behind me a door opened. I knew it weren't Philippe because he was a vampire. Through Jean-Claude’s projected memories, I’d finally remembered what a vampire was. Though how I’d forgotten was a mystery to me.

A very tall man walked in. He was completely bald on his head. He was built up of muscle and height and that was it. Olaf. I had to stop my self from screaming or showing any sign that I recognised him. He looked all together too happy to see me. Wow, my life was just a barrel of fun!.

“Anita, how are you feeling?” His voice matched the rest of him, deep and heavy. He had a hint of an accent underneath the English. German.

“I’ve felt better”. I was going to have to be very weary of my voice.

“Are you hungry?”. Come to think about it I did feel hungry. Like I was going to take food from him!. Was he having a laugh?.

“No. Um, I’m not thank you” I had to keep my voice steady. Remember Anita, you don’t know who he is. Fuck. I was in trouble.

“Do you want anything in particular?”

I started to think when another man walked in. I could tell he was Spanish, just by looking at him. He had thick jet black hair, _mocha brown skin and was very handsome. He was about six foot tall, but standing next to Olaf, he looked about four foot. But he had muscles to rival Olaf

“Anita, so good to have you back. Do you remember my name?”. He asked. He had a deep voice as well, and a very thick Spanish accent, but this one’s was smoother. I made a point of trying to remember, but since I didn’t have a clue, I just shook my head.

“Well, it’s Michael. I’m Philippe’s human servant, remember? This is Anton” He said. pointing to Olaf. Ohhh, so I had to call him Anton. Great. I mess up calling Edward Ted. This was going to be hard.

“Any way, we have prepared some breakfast for you” He looked at Olaf when he said that.

“Do you want to try your feet and some down stairs to have it with the rest of us, or would you rather stay up hear?”. He had reached where I was standing and looked down at me.

“I think that I’ll stay up hear. I’m not to sure of my feet yet. But I‘m not hungry any way, thank you”. I didn’t move and kept eye contact when I said. He smiled and said;

“Thats fine, we didn’t expect any thing yet anyway”. He turned round and walked out, Olaf followed him. The door was shut but I don’t think it was locked. I walked to the door, when I heard the pair talking, well, it was more like Michael having a go at Olaf. They weren’t talking particularly loud, my hearing was just better than an ordinary human.

“What do you think your doing?”. It was Michaels voice. He sounded angry.

“I am trying to determine if she remembers anything. I warned her that I would be coming after her. It took me sometime to find exactly where she lives. Edward would have told her. Thats was why he went to St Louis, he knew I was looking for her”.

This from Olaf. So he knew Edward knew? God, I was getting a head ach and things were getting worse.

“Don’t you dare touch her. If Philippe or I find out you've so much as breathed too hard on her, we will kill you. Do you understand?. If she start to remember things, then the whole thing will collapse”.

Great. The one person who is after my blood, is in the same house I’m in, and I’m unarmed and alone. Could my day get any better? Better not to ask.

“Do you understand me?” Michael sounded pretty pissed. I went and stood by the French doors. Didn’t want to be caught out, now, did I?.

Michael walked back in as soon as I was standing by the gold frames. God, that was close.

“Do not be alarmed by him. He is a very dangerous man. We called him in to help find you. Philippe thinks that he will protect you if they try for you again”. Michael seemed pretty hot that I understood that.

“Do you think that they will try for me again?” I asked. I needed to know if they were prepared for Jean-Claude and who ever else he was bringing.

“It doesn’t hurt to be prepared”

“What preparations have you taken?” Come on, I need more than that!

“Enough to ensure that we will be ready if they do try. Don’t be worried. We can protect you”. He said with a small smile.

“I will leave you alone now, Anita, I’m sure you need time to think about things”. He said. then he turned round and walked out, closing and locking the door behind him. They obviously didn’t trust me.

I reached out to Jean-Claude. I then remembered that would be in his coffin until later on. I thought about leaving it, but if they tried to get me and failed when I could have helped them, then I would be stuck hear and some of my friends would be dead.

I decided to try for Richard. I opened the link to him and called him. He was in a class. Great, he’s teaching the kiddies. I could see the class through his eyes. It was silent and they all had their heads down. Maybe they were doing a test.

“Anita, what's wrong?” He whispered through my mind.

“Has Edward told you about someone called Olaf?” Not much point in telling him something if he don’t know what I’m on about.

“Yes. He has. What about him”. He sounded worried. That made two of us.

“Well he’s working for Philippe. He’s hear, with me, in the same house. I’m unarmed and on my own. What can I do?” What a stupid question, Anita!.

“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask Jean-Claude when he gets up. He’s the one who’s planning everything. Edward is still in town and going mental cause’ he can’t find you and weren’t there to help you”. So Edward, Mr. no emotions man, did care and have feelings. Maybe.

“I’m frightened, Richard. I don’t admit that alot, but I’m shitting my self hear”.

“Please, Anita, I can’t do anything at the moment. I want to help you, but neither I or any one else can do anything until we know where you are”. He sounded upset. Well at least I weren’t the only one

“I’m sorry, Richard, I don’t know what to do. I’m helpless and I hate being helpless” I said

“I know Anita, and I’m sorry, about everything. More sorry than you’ll ever know”

Just then a pain cut across my stomach. Then kept coming and getting worse.

“I can’t talk any more. I’ll contact Jean-Claude later”. And I cut him off before he could say anything.

Well, my life was getting better and better!.

Chapter 12
 

I came back to myself. I was going to throw up. I didn’t know where the bathroom was. I wave of pain went through my stomach. I screamed. I felt like something was fighting to get out of stomach. Another wave went through. God what was going on? I fell on the floor. They were so strong I couldn’t stand up. I heard the door bang open. Michael's face appeared in front of mine.

“Anita, what’s wrong?”. He asked. I opened my mouth to answer him but another wave went through and I just screamed.

He must have noticed me holding my stomach. He shouted to someone “Get the doctor, now!” He pushed me onto my back. I was still writhing on the floor. He pulled me into his lap. I was going to protest when the pain got that bad, I sat up on my own., but I sat up too quick. I rolled over and threw up blood on the floor. I passed out

Someone was in front of me. Everything was blurred, I couldn’t tell if I knew him or not He was talking to me and asking me questions. I didn’t answer them, not that I could, because knowing me I’d probably let something out I shouldn't have. I heard Michael scream that I didn’t know who I was anyway. Someone was pressing my stomach. Another wave of pain went through me. God, what was going on?. I felt something come up my throat. I moved away from the hand that was about to touch me, and threw up blood again.

Someone slipped something in to my arm and I screamed. I called out to Jean-Claude with my mind. I had an answering call off them both. They felt my pain. I felt Richard more strongly. I seen the world through his eyes. He was bending over and looking at blood on the floor. I’d forgotten that he was in school. I wonder how the kiddies took to watching Mr Zeeman throwing up blood?. I felt myself begin to slid away. The pain in my stomach went numb. Thank god. I drifted off to sleep eventually.
 

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I woke up to hear Michael’s voice. He was talking to someone and I didn’t recognize their voice. I didn’t open my eyes because they would stop talking if they knew I was awake.

“How is she, Doctor?” Michael asked.

“She really should go to one of the main hospitals in Madrid. They will be much better equipped to deal with things like this”. The other man said. His voice was heavily lined with a Spanish accent. Madrid. I could tell Jean-Claude now.

“We can’t take her there. She must be kept hear where she is safe. We don’t want them to have her back”. Michael told the Doctor.

“Well, you could have some equipment flew out. The baby needs to be monitored and she needs to be watched”

“What caused this?”

“I think that its a mixture of the drugs you’ve been giving her to keep her asleep, the pregnancy. It’s morning sickness. Some women suffer more than others with it. Some don’t get it at all. It differs. And not eating. It looks like she hasn't eaten for a while. Tell her to eat. Don’t give her anymore of those drugs. let her sleep on her own time. You could end up killing the baby”. The doctor finished.

I could loose the baby? I don’t think so. I had to tell Jean-Claude where I was. Soon and fast. I was not to going to loose this baby.

“How do I have equipment shipped out? Do I just go and bye it, or what?” Michael asked.

“I will send a request for the equipment you need and give you a call when it has arrived”. He was very helpful.

“Thank you”.

“She is rather beautiful. Why can’t you take her to the hospital?” The doctor asked.

“There are some people looking for her. We don’t want them to find her”. Call it a hunch, but by the sound of his tone, the conversation was over.

I heard their foot steps, a door open then close. I had to tell Jean-Claude. I wanted out of hear. They wanted me to get comfy? I’d rather have gone home, but there you go! I opened my eyes and it was still light. Maybe if I called Jean-Claude he would answer. Maybe if I went to sleep, he would visit me any way! Yes that sounded better.

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