Evan

I groaned as I snapped back to myself, the blood I had drank before had left my body. My stomach was very sore and I was still thirsty, but I didn't want to turn into Dracula. Jon had gone somewhere to get something, he said it was a surprise and I had to rest in bed. Nurse Bailey had taken black papers with her as she left, and Nephthys had pulled a machine with them. I sighed as another little pain went through my stomach, I was very hungry, maybe I could find animal blood. Yes, the thought was disgusting, but its better than human blood and turning into a blood sucking monster. I wondered why I was so hungry, and why my stomach hurt so bad. I whined and fell back onto the bed, giving up on this grumpy feeling. I cuddled up with a warm blue blanket and a soft pillow, and actually got some quality sleep.

Jonathan

I had to leave Evan to get more blood. He already drank through the five packets Bailey gave us. I wondered if he knew he was 100% pregnant with my baby. I rubbed my temples as I walked into the butcher shop.

"Excuse me?" I said politely to the old woman standing behind the counter. "Yes?" I rubbed my neck. "Do you guys keep your animal blood?" The lady gave me a weird look. She slowly started nodding. "Yes, but why?" I sighed and carefully rubbed off the makeup I had over my mark. She gasped and then put her hands on her hips. "Why do you need this blood so badly?" The lady asked softly. "My mate is expecting and that's extremely rare in the vampyre world and he's really hungry..." The lady gasped. "He?" I nodded, a lump forming in my throat. "I'll getcha that blood sweetie. Take a seat. Any specific animal?" I shook my head, "Any, just as long as it keeps both of them happy." She sadly smiled and walked back behind a swishy door. I sat down in one of the folded chairs they had. I tap my leg as I wait for the lady to get back with the blood. I sigh, hoping Evan is doing alright.

Evan

I had gone down to the kitchen in the "main" room of the boys' dorms. I was really fucking hungry, so I got a bowl of Reese's Puffs. I smiled when the nice mix of chocolate and peanut butter hit my tongue.

Other fledglings were giving me looks. What? Even though I'm a High Priest doesn't mean I don't get to eat Reese's Puffs. I ignored the boys and continued eating my cereal.

After I finished I walked back to Jon and I's room. I lay down on the bed after I kick my shoes off. I angrily sigh as my hunger still lurks. Maybe I should go down to the infirmary. I groan and get up, putting my shoes back on.

I make my way down to the nurse and walk in to see Bailey at the desk. Her eyes fill with worry when she sees me. "Evan! What are you doing out of bed?" I give her a weird look, "What do you mean? Why can't I be out of bed?" The nurse sighed and walked around and out of the front desk. She pulled me to the empty hallway and whispered, "Do you know what's going on?" I shook my head. "Evan... you are pregnant..." Before I could say anything Bailey ran into the desk and grabbed an envelope. She gave it to me. "Don't open it until you're back in your room. Okay?" I slowly nodded as she said, "Go now, I see ya later Evan."

I shut the door and sat down on the bed. The envelope wasn't completely shut, licked and sealed and everything. I lifted the flap and a few little pictures flew out. They looked like x-rays, no... they were screencaps from an ultra sound. Not just any ultra sound, mine. I looked at the black paper to see nothing. I looked closer and saw a little figure, probably the size of an egg. If it was that small how could I feel the movement's it made? I sighed and put the pictures back into the envelope.

I flop back onto the bed, my shirt slightly lifting up as I did. I saw a small mark on my stomach area, a bruise. I softly rubbed it, wincing with the small pain it causes. Why is it bruised? "Because a fucking 17 year old boy shouldn't be pregnant!" With my snap, more movement happened, as if my harsh words hurt the baby. I frowned and rubbed my belly, at first it was weird but our lives were already weird anyway. I smiled when I felt something warm in my chest, maybe a father-ey feeling? The feeling then turned into excitement when Jon walked inti the room. He smiled when he looked at what I was doing. He sat beside me and put his- REALLY COLD HAND on my belly. "Damn, why are your hands so cold?" He frowned and pulled a whole trash bag filled with little red baggies. "Jon-?" My curiousness was interrupted by the strong scent of blood. This blood was different. Each bag had a different type of blood in it, animal blood. A huge pain shredded through my stomach again. "Ah." I lightly said and pushed myself up. Jon ripped open a bag and pushed it to my lips. I instantly chugged it down. Jonathan kept his hand on my stomach and slightly chuckled. "What?" I asked, reaching for another bag and ripping it open. He shook his head and laughed again. "He or she likes it, a lot." I looked over at him. His blue eyes sparkling as they skimmed over my tummy. I smiled at his smile. I chugged down another bag. I went to grab another one but Jon stopped me. I pouted as he took the white trash bag and started stocking the mini fridge with the animal blood bags. I sighed and lightly traced my finger over my lower stomach area. I smiled with the little feeling of movement hitting my finger, my smile instantly turned into a frown. "Jon?" He looked at me quick and then back at the fridge, "Yeah?" I looked at my belly then back at the brown hair covering the back of Jon's head. "How are we going to tell the guys?"
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