A/N: I was sorely disappointed in the "bring back" of Port Charles characters that came to General Hospital and never watched it again. I only tuned in because I was a huge fan of the vampire surge and the characters of Port Charles. But allow me to vent...

WHAT THE HELL?!

They made Alison be a complete, pathetic little Mary Sue. Lucy a lunatic. Caleb's personality was flushed to hell.

I am completely excluding the poor excuse they did to "celebrate the anniversary of" nonsense. What the writers of General Hospital clearly forgot was that there was, however SMALL, an ATTRACTION Caleb had for Alison. That's why Livvie was always trying to sabotage; she was a jealous fiend of Alison and knew of this attraction in the end. Caleb didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to the ladies, am I right? Caleb even states there had to be FEELINGS in order for the ring to work in THE GIFT episode.

For those wondering yes I am more of a Calison than a Calivia fan. I felt there was alot more substance there than the cliche passionate drivel that were Caleb and Livvie. They were completely toxic and unhealthy for each other. Maybe that's just me.

Onward to Alison Barrington-Kovich.
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AWAKE

"There is an attraction?"

-Joshua Temple

She awoke to the soft whispers of the wind as the frayed, ivory curtains were nudged by the night breeze. By practiced reflex Alison shot up from bed. Scrambling to the window, she shoved down the frame of the glass pane with a thud. Breathing heavily she drew the curtains shut with a snap.

She'd become so very, very careful.

Alison swallowed.

If she allowed the fear to creep inside she knew she would lose it. She'd been too close to losing her sanity for some time now. She could not allow this to send her into a padded cell. Too much laid at stake and she was stronger than that.

The tears swelled but just as time had receded with her pain, they dried before making a descent. In the reflection of the glass she could see clear blue eyes, eyes tinged with a forlorness that would never completely abate. A tribute to Rafes death that lingered in her mind even half a year later.

Long golden tresses of hair framed a pale, tired face. She was still yet so beautiful and fair, with a protruding nub for a stomach that her calloused hands automatically encircled, the un-manicured nails forming a heart around the womb.

It would soon be more obvious since few months remained left until the due date. Garbed in a long, travel-worn sweater spoke of her dwindling funds left from what Lucy had managed to mail.

I'll need to get a job soon.

She'd helped run a bike shop with Jamal, a candle shop, the start of a fashion line, and later a small, vintage boutique her and Rafe had started up. So she could manage right? While Lucy was wealthy Alison wasn't one to take advantage of her friend, especially one of Rafes.

Oh, Rafe...

So much for their happy ending. As if they'd sensed her shift in thoughts, a subtle kick was thrown against her ribcage. Alison winced at the small pinprick of pain. Her lips automatically curled into a small, aggrieved smile. "Shhh... I didn't mean to wake you, sweetheart."

Her voice echoed in the small, dingy motel room she'd been forced to hole up in. The last few months had been spent in a small, backwater town somewhere in Maine. It was the most secluded place in the states that Lucy had found. The witness protection program would do nothing to hide from the supernatural creature who sought her out. So she hadn't dared to object for what was considered a safe hideout according to Lucy and Ian.

She was forever indebted to them.

"Hopefully we should be okay here, right little Rafe?" The soft echo in her voice spoke of the exhaustion that was beginning to take it's toll. She was tired; bone-deep tired. Seven months after carrying this baby, of looking over her shoulder outside her four walls, and being shut off mostly from civilization had begun to wear her down both mentally and physically. And the checkups from Ian through careful travel was all the social life she had left.

She longed for community. It was stitched into her very being. She'd never admit it after a very trying second trimester, but she'd almost given in.

Until Lucy reminded her of one main factor, again: Rafe.

Then the guilt had come, as well as the grief.

The silent, bruised ache that carried Rafes memory remained scarred into her heart. As long as she breathed it would forever remain. Nearly a year had passed since she'd last looked into those beautiful, warm hazel eyes, and twisted her hands through that dirty-blonde mop of hair.

Unconsciously her arms wrapped around her middle, imagining his strong, muscled arms locked around her. His broad shoulders would've framed her against him as he whispered loving assurances in her ear.

Vowing to keep her safe.

Secure.

To be her home— just as their wedding vows promised.

Rafe would never want me to give up.

They had been through it all: heaven, hell, as well as a very emotional night when Alison had disclosed exactly the rendezvous that had taken place between herself and the vampire.

Rafe had lost it.

He'd left bloodthirsty and hell bent on revenge, his and Caleb's oath damned. He'd vowed to finish off the supernatural creature that had plagued Port Charles once and for all. If only she'd known that would be the last night she'd see of him again. After endless searches headed by Lucy, Ian, Jack, Kevin, Jamal, and herself—Rafe would later be legalized as deceased.

For a time, it would devastate her.
Still, she'd find the will to carry on. To breathe. If only for the child that now grew inside of her.

The night her and him had consummated, it would permanently stain the symbolic semblance for which the barn once meant to herself and Rafe. All in part due to a spell brought upon by her wish. There was a sour aftertaste left in her mouth at the mere mention of her name: Livvie.

Too long had Alison dealt with the woman's schemes. If she thought the worst of Livvie had come when she'd convinced Rafe—who had suffered from amnesia at one point—that they were married only to later shoot him—

Alison been sorely mistaken.

The ultimate betrayal would happen much later and backfire, badly. And it was all due to one selfish wish upon a spelled ring for a passionate night with her undead lover. As if Livvie hadn't gotten enough of such nights already.

And what had it cost Alison?

A dead husband.

A one night affair with Rafe's enemy.

A baby.

A life of seclusion.

A said vampire that hunted for her even now.

The father of my child. Such disgust and fear brought upon that thought remained palpable. From the moment she'd discovered what was formed in her womb—horrifying revelation aside—a target had been painted on her back.

Did Alison believe he'd harm her or the child? No. But she hadn't been for a future locked up in some hovel with him and his obsessive wife, either. This would've been the case hadn't it panned out the last time they'd kidnapped a child.

And Alison was no fool.

The moment the vampire would've turned his back, Livvie would've killed her. There was no denying that. Her demented mentality had proved so with many others having been subjected to her cruelty and manipulations. The woman had been deemed by "Doc" her own father, Kevin, as crazy.

Everywhere Livvie went drama and chaos, inevitably, followed the Morleys.

After Rafe was legalized dead, Alison received a visit late one night from none other than Livvie Morley herself. Livid, and shrieking while sobbing inconsolably, she'd promised to make her life a living hell.

There was no mistaking the veiled warning. Any chance afforded to her, and Livvie would destroy her and the child.

Thus, Alison fled to Lucy Coes for refuge and had later left town.

Now it was only a matter of time before withholding the baby would come to an end. Like the flip of a sand timer, each grain of sand meant another day closer to the baby's birth.

In a week Ian would make another trip for her monthly check up. Which would become more frequent as the months wound down all of which meant there was only so much time left to hide this child before he found her.

Deep inside Alison knew, as much as she loathed to even fathom the notion, they had a connection. Perhaps he could use such a link with a conceived child of his to find her. Mental telepathy was an actual thing. With the powers he wielded she wouldn't put it past him. There was so much she still didn't know about vampires.

But as to where this connection had taken root, still stumped her. She only had her suspicious. Perhaps in the small moments they'd shared; vulnerable moments that had left Rafe steaming and Livvie emotionally unstable. Here and there had been slivers of sympathy that she had garnered for him. Made her help a little. But any peculiar attraction her mother had ardently advised her against when it came to the infamous vampire's charm.

Alison, had been far from ever acting upon it, regardless. Already her heart had been stolen by the angel that vowed to guard her with his life.

Yet, it had taken just a ring to destroy the very foundations from which they'd built, despite the obstacles thrown their way.  To think such a wish could trigger a deeply buried attraction made her sick to her stomach. Often, she wondered at times if that was why Rafe had been as protective as he was. Had he known? He'd once been an angel. Surely those powers of intuition remained, however miniscule.

Regardless, whatever bouts of charm that had caused the wish to actually manifest.. terrified her still. To this day, she could still feel the burns along her skin from the hour she'd spent scrubbing herself raw after parting, upon realizing what they'd done. 

The reality had come like a punch to her gut.

This baby was his kin, despite the many fitful nights she'd spent praying to the heavens otherwise. Her biggest fear now centered on the day of delivery. She was terrified he would just know the the moment the child was brought into the world. Another reason she'd fled Port Charles by the fastest transportation available via train.

As far as what her child was, she and Ian didn't yet know. Ian had already tested her blood. All vitals thus far appeared normal. She'd had all the normal pregnancy symptoms: morning sickness, tenderness of the breasts, and later the hormonal tendencies and cravings. The cravings of course had been one of her biggest stressors. Admittedly Alison had worried herself thin she'd crave something as vulgar as the thirst for blood.

Just like a vampire.

Thankfully, when that didn't happen she'd wept with relief. Then when it had come time to finding out the sex of the baby, Ian had announced, "It's a healthy, baby boy."

Another normality confirmed.

They'd shared the news with Lucy. A vampire hunter by blood, it had taken time for her to come around to caring for the baby. But with time she had and was now ecstatically buying all the essentials for her next trip.

Lucy had shown as much grace as Alison could hope for, knowing the baby's father hadn't been her choice. Admittedly she'd fallen apart during their last phone call both from paranoia, and the exertion of hormones.

"Do you think the child will grow fangs?"

Lucy had actually laughed.

Although she nor Ian knew the specifics in vampire physics, it didn't appear a baby vampire was possible. As far back as he'd researched with the various experiments done in his lab, it wasn't probable. She wasn't sure whether to feel more like a freak or not.

The real true question remained like a silent omen between them all. Would it be borne of a monster or possesses a moral soul pure as her own?

Regardless, Alison couldn't picture herself hating her own baby. It would be against her very nature. To hate her own child wasn't even a thought. Too many months of hearing his heartbeat, to the first kicks, and then finally seeing his very form on the ultrasound solidified that. Naturally, her protective maternal instincts had already taken precedence.

If what she held wasn't human, she 'd become that much more determined to instill good morals and values. She already accepted this responsibility with a deep-rooted vow to raise her son with the very love instilled from the core of her being.

As a Mother.

Though once he did sense the child... "Caleb will surely find me as quick as Livvie. I can't let that happen." Her voice carried a shaky edge, mirroring the small trembles that wracked her petite, 5"5 frame. As long as this little being breathed Alison would keep him safe for as long as she had on this earthly plane.

"I promise you, Rafe," she whispered, her head tilted down at the swollen nub. Maybe he could hear from the heavens as an angel. It was that little comfort that kept her from cracking over his loss. "I promise you, I will always keep this child safe."

But if the feeling, the presence she had begun to feel steadily crawling into the recesses of her dreams was indeed Caleb trying to communicate, what then?

Relax, Alison, the stress isn't good for the baby.

From the small collection of baby books she'd garnered from a bookstore downtown, Alison knew stress was one of the factors that led to miscarriage. If she was the cause of losing her son, she'd never forgive herself.

Despite the situation that led to his creation, she already loved him so.

Taking a long, steadying breath Alison closed her eyes, her hands automatically tensing around her middle. "You can't have him, wherever you are, Caleb. I will never let you have him. Rafe is my son and I will never surrender to you."