Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 72

　　“What no sisterly hug” She taunts while I try to bear the pain. Coughing and sputtering, my blood spatters on the floor. I clutch the bangle from my wrist before tossing it in the fire with the last bit of strength I have left before collapsing. I look up at her, a devilish grin on her face.

　　“Now why would you do that? I was hoping to enjoy myself now I have to make things quick.”

　　“What do you mean?” I choke out, coughing on more of my blood. I try to turn my head and let the blood drain out of my mouth.

　　“Well, since you are dying, such a shame. I figured the baby will need a mother, and since that can’t be you, why not Aunt Bianca? Though mum I feel has a better ring to it,” she said her manicured finger, tapping her chin in thought.

　　My blood runs cold at her words. She wants my baby. And I knew there was nothing I could do to stop her. I couldn’t even stand, let alone fight her.

　　“You’re not taking my baby,” I snap back at her trying to crawl to my feet.

　　“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re dying, Imogen. I can do what I want,” she said, shoving me back onto my back with her foot. My body rolling onto the cold floor.

　　“Why are you doing this? Help me please,” I beg her, trying to reach any part of her humanity, she can’t be this evil. Something human must remain surely.

　　“Help you, your mother killed mine, when she found out she was up the duff with you. My father left mine in the wind, completely forgetting the family he started and deciding to start a new one. I am the last person who is going to help you, Imogen. You destroyed my family, forcing my mother to kill herself, you have a Hyde asking for my help. Don’t you think?”

　　I shook my head, hoping she would understand I had nothing to do with her mother’s death. How could I? I never even met her mother so why put the blame on me? But she just kept rambling, and I let her. Hoping it would distract her from what she is here to do, hoping it will distract her enough for them to get to me in time. Please get here in time. I wished with everything in me.

　　“Do you have any idea how hard it is to kill yourself when your Immortal? She tried everything only to keep coming back or for me to stop her just in time. Only to do it all over again. The whole staking thing is bullshit. You not only have to stake yourself, but you also have to remove the head,” She giggled at her own rambling.

　　She was out of her mind. Sounded like the ramblings of a madwoman. Pain had me scream as I felt my insides being torn, like my organs being cut to pieces as I felt the baby shift within me, my belly feeling like It was doing backflips as it moved.

　　“So, in the end. I couldn’t say no, I couldn’t keep watching her try anymore so I ended her suffering then, I hunted down our father ending him too, your mother didn’t like that, became a pathetic alcoholic assuming he left her. Yet it didn’t kill her the way it killed my mother. She lived for you and that pissed me off knowing I wasn’t enough for my own to stick around.” I tried not move hoping she would forget me laying at her feet. I coughed up more blood and I could feel myself fading into the darkness. I watch as she kneels beside me, brushing my hair from my face. Grabbing my chin forcing me to look at her evil eyes.

　　“Such a shame to think if we were born from the same mother, I may have actually liked you. Well until you stole them from me too,” she whispered more to herself then to me. I felt her lift my shirt up, I tried to swat her hands away. She clicked her tongue, annoyed.

　　“Now, now sis be a good girl and hold still. Don’t want to cut your precious bundle now do we?”

　　“This is going to hurt,” she snickered. Then I felt her hands rip me open. I vaguely heard the sounds of crying and her voice.

　　“Aw, he is perfect, Imogen. A little boy.” I could feel myself fading. Then I lost myself to the darkness. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time. I felt weightless and surrounded by darkness. Her voice echoing around me on repeat. A little boy, a little boy. I had a little Boy, I felt tears run out of my eyes. I just wanted to see him, just once, see his little face. What I would have done to see him, to hold him. Then I felt nothing at all but the agonising pain of my death. I slipped from this earth into nothingness. Dead and cold.