Chapter Text
Chapter 82
*******Trigger Warning for Descriptions of Medical Conditions, Mild Gore, and Rape*******
*When Patrick wakes up, he finds himself lying on a cushioned surface in a very dark and damp room. He doesn’t seem to have any problem seeing in the dark though, which is very odd. As he looks closer, he sees that he is actually lying on a bed, a king-sized bed to be exact. He’s currently lying on his side, so he rolls over onto his back, which ends up being much harder than it usually is. He brings his hands up to rub his eyes when he sees some sort of metal cuff around both of his wrists that is connected to a long chain. He grabs the chain and follows it back to the headboard of the bed where they are connected on both sides of him. Why am I chained to a bed? Someone must be holding me hostage. I wonder why? It’s not like I have money or fame or some important person as a family member. In fact, I’m about as ordinary as they come. Why would someone kidnap me? Patrick begins to bite his lip like he usually does when he gets nervous or is just really pissed at someone and it really hurts suddenly. He puts his hand up to his lip to feel it and figure out why it hurt so much when he notices that it is actually bleeding down his chin. What the fuck? How did I cut my lip that deeply? He uses his tongue to feel around the teeth in his mouth when he discovers a razor-sharp tooth in the front next to his eye tooth on the right side. That’s odd. I don’t remember having a razor-sharp tooth there. Just to be safe before he freaks out, he checks to see if there is a matching razor-sharp tooth in the front next to his eye tooth on the left side. Patrick uses his tongue to feel around and, sure enough, he cuts his tongue on a razor-sharp tooth on the front left side of his mouth next to his eye tooth. Patrick decides that now is a good time to freak the fuck out. Holy shit! I have fangs now? I can also easily see in the dark without there being any lights on. Is my skin even paler than usual? He brings his hands up close and notices that they are much paler than the usual tone of his skin. Then he puts his hands on his skin and notices that it is ice cold. No, no, no, no! This can’t be right! At this point, he feels an intense burning in his throat that is also making his stomach growl. He’s fucking starving and is craving the taste of blood. Oh my God! I’m a fucking vampire! Patrick begins panicking, which would usually include his breathing picking up and his heart rate going up rapidly. He doesn’t feel either of those because he doesn’t need to breathe anymore, and his now cold heart is dead. How did this happen and why? I never wanted this! I’d rather be dead than volunteer to be turned into one of those sadistic monsters and now I am one! What the fuck is happening?
Patrick’s thoughts are interrupted by a very strange feeling in his belly area. He’s been so concerned about the fact that he’s now a vampire, that he hadn’t paid attention to anything from the time he woke up until now. It felt like there was something moving around inside his belly. The best way he could describe it was as if you were watching a goldfish doing flips inside a fishbowl, only that’s what was happening inside his belly. It was a very strange feeling unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Suddenly he is startled by what felt like someone kicking him in the hip. Ow! That really hurt! What was that? Patrick decides to sit up with his back against the headboard that he was chained to so he can get a better grasp on what has happened and why he had this very strange feeling in his belly. This turns out to be much more difficult than he thought it would be. He feels like his equilibrium is really off and he doesn’t know why. This is the second time he tried to move, and it was much harder than it should’ve been. That can’t be a coincidence. Something feels very wrong in my body. When he finally made it to the sitting position, he decided to take a look at his belly and see what was happening. He was not prepared for what he saw at all. He looks down again to make sure he wasn’t crazy, and he saw the same thing that he saw the first time, a giant swollen belly like you’d find on a woman who was pregnant. That can’t be real. His eyes must be playing tricks on him in the dark, because what he just saw is impossible! Men can’t get pregnant and carry children! Right? He takes his hand and runs it along the top and front part of his belly and is very surprised when he feels a kick coming from inside. Patrick is completely overwhelmed and in disbelief. There seemed to be a living being inside his belly.
It appears that today will be filled with many “Holy Shit” and “What the fuck” moments. Since he woke up, he’s learned that he’s being held prisoner in a dark and damp basement where he’s chained to the headboard of a bed, he found out he was a vampire, and now he was apparently a very pregnant vampire. Patrick was in the process of a nervous breakdown when he heard a door at the top of the steps open, close, and then he heard someone walking down the steps. When the person reaches the bottom of the steps, they flip a light switch on, which almost blinds Patrick. He closes his eyes and hisses before his eyes adjust to the light. As things come into focus, standing in front of the bed are Brad, Gabe, and there is a third person standing next to them with chains on their hands and feet that he doesn’t know. Maybe he will get some answers now.
“Good morning, Sugar! I trust you slept well. How are you feeling today?” Gabe asks.
“I don’t know how to answer that question right now. I’m very confused! I woke up feeling very strange only to find out that I am chained to the headboard of a bed, I’m a vampire now, I’m fucking starving, and it looks like I’m very pregnant. What the fuck is going on?” Patrick asks.
“You don’t remember anything from the past year?” Gabe asks.
“No! If I did, I wouldn’t be asking you about it, asshole!” Patrick yells.
“Oh, you are feisty this morning, aren’t you, Sugar? It must be the hormones!” Gabe comments.
“Will someone please tell me what is going on?” Patrick asks.
“I will answer your questions, Sugar, but first you need to feed, which why we brought your favorite flavor of human, butterscotch.” Gabe says as he grabs the human in chains, drags them over to the bed, and attaches their chains to the headboard so they can’t run.
“Keep them away from me! I don’t want to feed!” Patrick states, even though he is fucking starving, the thought of sucking blood from a person makes his stomach turn.
“Oh, come now, Sugar. You said it yourself; you were starving, and you must eat not just for yourself, but for the life you are carrying.” Gabe taunts.
Patrick looks down at his swollen belly again. He knows Gabe is right, and he is a vampire now, but he’s just not sure he can do it, especially if he kills the person. It is unfair to starve the life inside him, though. It is innocent in all of this. His throat is burning like it’s on fire now, his fangs are aching terribly, and he feels like he will die if he doesn’t fulfill his bloodlust. Even the smell of the person’s blood is making his mouth water. No! You can’t do this, otherwise you are no better than those sadistic monsters! Patrick’s mind is made up, however the life inside him has other ideas. It begins getting very agitated, it’s moving around a lot and kicking and punching Patrick very hard in painful places enough to make him cry out. Patrick puts his hand on his belly to try and calm it down. Calm down, little one! Patrick feels the life put its hand exactly where Patrick’s is. The next thing he knows, he hears its voice in his head. I’m hungry, you need to eat now! Patrick’s eyes go wide. That’s not possible! There’s no way that was real, right? I didn’t just hear the life inside me tell me that it was hungry.
“You heard it speak to you, didn’t you? What did it say?” Gabe asks.
“It said it was hungry and that I needed to eat right now. That’s impossible! Right?” Patrick asks.
“It’s not impossible when you are carrying a vampire child. It isn’t uncommon for the carrier to be able to communicate telepathically with the child. You need to eat, Sugar. Don’t starve your child.” Gabe comments.
“I can’t. I wouldn’t even know how.” Patrick begins to waver.
“Oh, That’s easy. All we have to do is get the human close enough to you and then your body will take over. You forget that you are a vampire now, Sugar. It is in your nature to feed on humans. Their blood is your sustenance.” Gabe explains as he grabs the chained human and gets them progressively closer to Patrick.
The closer Gabe gets with the human, the harder it gets for Patrick to resist it. He tries to turn away, but it doesn’t help. His mouth is watering and the human’s butterscotch scent is overwhelming his senses. The human is almost next to him now. Patrick’s eyes turn red, and he feels like his body is going feral. Gabe sits the human in his lap and that’s it. He can’t resist it any longer. He takes the human in his hands, tips their head to the left to give him better access and he bites down very hard on their neck. Immediately, he feels their blood flow into his mouth, and it tastes heavenly. The butterscotch taste is so intense that he can’t control himself. It feels like he is in a euphoric or trance-like state. The human is screaming because they are in so much pain. He doesn’t even notice it. He starts sucking and sucking more and more blood. He couldn’t stop at this point even if he tried. He continues taking pull after pull of blood from the human until he sucks, and nothing more comes out. He doesn’t even notice that the human’s heart has stopped and that they are dead. He finally returns from his trance and pulls off the human’s neck. The burning in his throat is now gone, his fangs no longer ache, he feels satisfied, and his stomach feels full. The life inside him has also settled down. Gabe motions to Brad to remove the dead human while Patrick is distracted from his experience. Gabe doesn’t want Patrick to freak out about killing the human. Brad grabs the dead human and hauls their body off to join the rest of the dead humans in the garbage outside. Patrick finally looks up at Gabe and Gabe can tell that he has returned to his normal state.
“Welcome back, Sugar. See, I told you that your body would take over and do the work for you. Do you and your child feel better now?” Gabe asks.
“Yes. I feel much better, and the child has settled down now. Wait a second, where did they go?” Patrick asks.
“Where did who go, Sugar?” Gabe plays dumb.
“The human that I just fed on.” Patrick answers.
“Brad took them back to their room after the feeding. They were very tired and couldn’t stay awake any longer. Now, you don’t remember anything from the past year, Sugar?” Gabe asks, changing the subject.
“No, I don’t.” Patrick replies.
“That is very odd. Hmm…perhaps something in your mind is blocking you from accessing those memories. The child doesn’t have the power to do that, so it must be a wall you’ve put up. Let me see what we are dealing with.” Gabe says as he approaches Patrick and places his hands on Patrick’s temples and closes his eyes.
Patrick immediately has a terrible headache. It hurts so much as he feels Gabe pushing into his mind. Each time he pushes the headache gets worse until it feels like Patrick’s brain is going to explode. Gabe finally pushes through, and the headache stops. It feels very strange having someone else rifling around in your brain. He’s not sure what exactly Gabe is looking for, but he knows he wants him out of his brain as soon as possible. While Gabe is looking for whatever it is that is blocking Patrick’s memories, he just sits there doing a whole lot of nothing. It’s been a good amount of time, when Gabe finds what he’s looking for.
“Ah, yes! Here it is! It appears your subconscious is blocking your access to your memories. Let’s just remove that wall now, shall we?” Gabe remarks as he imagines a sledgehammer in his hands and hits the figurative wall with it, shattering the wall.
Immediately, Patrick sees events, images, and emotions flood into his head faster than his brain can process. He sees a lot of things happening, but they are in no particular order. The rate at which these memories flood into his head is way too fast. They are crowding his brain, and it feels like his head is going to explode. He grabs either side of his head and cries out from the pain. After a few minutes, everything stops, and the various events, emotions, and memories begin to organize themselves.
“There we go! Everything is all back to normal. I will be leaving your brain now and I will answer your questions when you wake up, ok Sugar?” Gabe asks.
Patrick’s head is in too much pain to answer or react. He closes his eyes and lays down until everything in his head stops moving.
When Patrick opens his eyes again, he is still lying in the bed that he is chained to. Only now he remembers some of the events that have led him here. He also remembers the feelings associated with those events and with people. Patrick feels a burning hatred for Gabe, but it is still a little fuzzy as to why, but he knows that he is in this mess because of Gabe. Gabe is now sitting in a chair next to the bed, holding Patrick’s hand. Patrick immediately drops Gabe’s hand and hisses at him.
“I see that your memories have returned. I’m sure you have questions. Ask me whatever you’d like, Sugar.” Gabe states.
“How and why was I turned into a vampire?” Patrick asks.
“Starting at the beginning, I see. Before you were turned, you were my prisoner. You weren’t in a dungeon or anything. I actually gave you a beautiful room in my home to stay in and you were given quite a bit of freedom, as long as you didn’t leave the grounds. I gave you everything you needed to survive. In return for my kindness, I would feed on you multiple times a day and you would fulfill my sexual needs.” Gabe explains.
“Why do I get the feeling that I didn’t fulfill your sexual needs willingly?” Patrick asks.
“What does that matter as long as my needs were met?” Gabe asks.
“It matters a great deal! You are trying to make it sound like being your prisoner was a wonderful thing, when you were actually holding me against my will and raping me? There is a big difference between consensual sex and rape!” Patrick cries.
“You may choose to see it however you’d like, but you were a welcome guest in my home, and I took good care of you. Anyway, things were going great for a while, until the day that our house was attacked. A large group of vampires along with their vampire hunter friends surrounded and ambushed us. One of them was your former mate, Pete. He’d gathered everyone and attacked us in an attempt to rescue you. He almost succeeded too. You were very close to the exit gate when the two of you were severely injured. By the time I got there, Pete had been staked and had already died. Not that I would’ve helped him if he hadn’t died. You were mortally injured and very close to death. I tried healing you, but you were too close to death, so it didn’t work. You were only a few minutes away from death, so I made the decision to turn you so that you wouldn’t die. After your transformation, I tried to cultivate a loving relationship with you. I wanted you to be my mate for eternity, but that wasn’t possible because you blamed me for Pete’s death. You told me that he was your soul mate and that you would never forgive me for killing him. Even after much time had passed, you still harbored ill feelings towards me, which made it impossible for you to ever love me.
Before I continue, I wanted to let you in on some information that I learned about humans. Apparently, some humans have a unique marker in their genetic code and DNA that allows them to become fertile and capable of bearing children if they were ever turned. It is incredibly rare to find and only occurs in one in every 700,000 humans. I myself have never encountered a human with that rare marker in my entire vampiric life, and I am a very old vampire. At least that was the case until I met you, Sugar. Even when you were human, I could tell that something about you was different and special. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the marker in your DNA while I was turning you, Sugar. As I’ve said before, it is so incredibly rare that I didn’t believe it at first. It wasn’t until I had a vampire doctor examine your blood that I knew for sure. I was ecstatic when I found out! I’ve always wanted to be a father and have my own children rather than increasing my family by turning other humans. When this opportunity presented itself, I decided that I would stop at nothing to achieve this goal.
I tried very hard and for a very long time to win your affections and foster a relationship where those feelings could potentially develop. I really wanted us to do this together, Sugar. I gave you time and space while you mourned Pete’s death and I tried to be there for you when you needed me, but you rejected me every single time. You even told me that the thought of having children with me made you sick. You called me a sadistic monster and said that there is no way that you’d ever let a child anywhere near me because you feared that they would turn into sadistic monsters as well. When I came to the realization that nothing that I could do would ever change your feelings for me and that you could never love me, I decided that I was still going to be a father, whether you cooperated or not. It wasn’t what I wanted, but at least this way, I could have someone that would unconditionally love me because I’m its father. So, all I had to do was get you pregnant and you would be forced to carry my child to term whether you wanted to or not. There is no way to abort this type of pregnancy. I guess a part of me hoped that you would change your mind about me and maybe learn to at least tolerate me. First, I gave you your room back and allowed you to live like you did before. You were given freedom to roam the estate. I turned you, so technically that made you part of my coven. You were just a member of my coven that I would have sex with a few times a day. Before you ask, yes, you were not always a willing participant. I’m not sure you were ever a willing participant, come to think of it.” Gabe comments.
“Yeah, Gabe. That’s called rape.” Patrick points out.
“Yes, call it what you want, it happened multiple times each day until I achieved the intended result. Once that happened, I figured that you would also get attached to this child and that we could at least be civil with each other, which didn’t happen. You actually attempted to escape many times throughout your pregnancy. I would always find you and drag you back here. You would somehow manage to escape again, and this pattern continued until you were seven months pregnant. That was when you escaped and got very far away very quickly. It took me two months before I finally tracked you down and dragged you back here, only this time, I made sure you couldn’t escape again. You were given absolutely no freedom; you were chained to this bed and locked in this damp basement where you would remain my prisoner until you gave birth to my child. I made sure the doctor made house calls for your check-ups and I have made sure that you are eating and in decent spirits. You know, as much as you can be while being held prisoner until you deliver my child. I’d also like to inform you Sugar, that you are now at forty-two weeks which is full term, the child will come any day now.” Gabe illuminates.
Patrick is shocked when he hears this whole story. Now he knows why he hates Gabe so much. The more agitated and angrier Patrick gets, the more agitated and angrier the child gets, and it is making Patrick very nauseous. So much so that he is sure he is about to vomit. He stands and walks as far away from the bed that the chains will allow, and he vomits three times, except instead of vomit, it is just blood that comes shooting out of his mouth onto the floor. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and returns to sitting in the bed. He puts his hand on his belly to try to get the child to calm down.
“What’s wrong, Sugar? Do you feel ok?” Gabe asks, suddenly concerned.
“Yes. I’m fine. The child is upset, and it made me feel sick. It should calm down soon. I do have one final question for you. What do you plan on doing with me once I give birth to your child?” Patrick asks, not sure if he wants to know the answer to that question.
“That’s a very good question, Sugar. I suppose you would remain here with me and raise our child. I can’t just let you leave because you are too rare. You have an ability that no one has seen in hundreds of years. I also want more children for our family. Once others learn of your ability, they may also want kids of their own, which could lead to a pretty lucrative source of income. Not that money even matters. Think of it, Sugar. You would be earning your keep and blessing other couples with the miracle of life. Doesn’t that sound like a noble cause?” Gabe asks.
“So basically, you are telling me that I would remain your prisoner, potentially bear more of your children, and then you are going to whore me out to other couples, and force me to be a baby making machine for the rest of eternity? That sounds like an awful existence that I want nothing to do with!” Patrick shouts.
Patrick feels the child meet and touch where his hand is sitting on his belly. The next thing he feels is the child inside of his head saying “do not worry, father. I will make sure that no harm ever befalls you. I will keep you safe from him, and I will even help you escape this existence once I join your world. You should know that that time is fast approaching.” Patrick closes his eyes and attempts to speak back. “Thank you, child. Now please try to calm down and go to sleep.” He instantly feels the child settling down and becoming quiet. His thoughts are interrupted by Gabe snapping his fingers in front of his face.
“What’s going on inside your head? Is the child talking to you again?” Gabe asks.
“Yes, and I was attempting to talk back to them.” Patrick answers.
“What did they say?” Gabe asks.
Patrick knows he can’t tell Gabe the truth, so he lies.
“They said that the time of them joining our world is fast approaching and that they can’t wait to meet their parents.” Patrick lies.
“Aww! Isn’t that sweet! I am excited to meet you too, child.” Gabe says while placing his hand on Patrick’s belly.
“I’m getting very tired, Gabe. I’d like to get some sleep if you don’t mind, so I can be prepared for when the child comes.” Patrick remarks.
He’s not lying. He is exhausted, but he just doesn’t want to look at Gabe’s smug face anymore. Especially after hearing how this came to be and what he plans to do with him for the rest of his existence.
“Yes, of course. You need your rest to prepare for when the child comes. Sweet dreams, Sugar. I will return when it’s time for you to eat again.” Gabe replies as he turns and motions Brad to leave with him.
As soon as he hears the door close and get locked, he finally relaxes a bit. Finally! I thought he’d never leave! Patrick lays back down in the bed, turns on his side and tries to get some sleep. He is successful in sleeping for a few hours, when he is suddenly awakened by horrible pain in his belly. He hears the child tell him that it’s time for them to join their world. He appreciates the heads up, but the pain would’ve told him the same thing. He tries to take shallow breaths to deal with the contraction and it works until the contraction has passed. He lays there for about ten minutes when the next contraction comes. This one is slightly worse than the last one. Patrick has no idea how the birth of a vampire child works. If it’s like a human delivery, then the contractions will get worse, his water will break, and then the contractions will get close together until he is dilated enough to start pushing. He looks over at the clock on the nightstand next to his bed to mark when the next contraction starts, but before that, he feels his water break and now he is sitting in a puddle on his bed. The next contraction starts ten minutes later. Patrick makes it through the first stage of labor relatively well. His contractions are eight minutes apart now. However, when the second stage of labor starts, the pain he’s experiencing now is probably seventy percent worse. He really doesn’t want to call for help, so he tries to suffer through it. The next contraction is so much more intense no matter how much he tries to breathe through them. This is probably the most painful thing he has ever experienced! He sits through contraction after contraction, which are about seven minutes apart until he can’t deal with the pain anymore.
“Help! I need help down here!” He yells as loud as he can.
He waits as the next contraction comes, but this time the pain is so much worse that he actually screams from it, which seems to get someone’s attention. He can’t pay too much attention to it as another even more intense and painful contraction hits as he screams again. The pain is probably at about eighty-five percent now and it’s more than he can handle. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to breathe, but he fails. Patrick hears the door unlock and open and then hears someone’s loud steps as they stomp down the stairs. It’s Brad and he looks very annoyed.
“What the hell is going on down here? Why are you screaming?” Brad asks, oblivious to what Patrick is dealing with.
Patrick is wracked with another painful contraction, which is also the most painful one so far. He screams in agony. He tries to breathe through it, but the pain is just killing him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Brad asks.
“It’s time! I’m in labor! The child is coming, and I can’t deal with this amount of pain! Go get Gabe and tell him to get the doctor here now! Now, Brad!” Patrick manages to get out between contractions.
Brad turns around and runs back up the stairs and returns a few minutes later with Gabe.
“Hello, Sugar. Brad tells me that the child is coming.” Gabe states.
Patrick is hit with the most intense contraction yet before he can answer him. He is crying and screams at the top of his lungs. Gabe moves to stand beside him and grabs his hand in support until Patrick is through the contraction.
“Yes. They are coming and I can’t handle this much pain. Did you call the doctor?” Patrick asks.
“Yes. He is on his way and will be here in a few minutes.” Gabe confirms.
“Does he have drugs, like for an epidural?” Patrick asks.
“I would assume so, yes.” Gabe answers.
“Good. Do you have any idea how much I want to kill you right now? You did this to me! I fucking hate you! It’s your fault that I’m in more pain than I can even process!” Patrick says as he squeezes Gabe’s hand so hard that it would’ve broken a human’s hand.
Another contraction comes on and Patrick feels like he’s going to die. Gabe tries to coach him in breathing through it, Patrick is so past all of that now. The only thing he can feel is immeasurable pain beyond anything he thought vampires could feel. He feels himself losing control as his vampire side tries to surface. He shrieks at the top of his lungs.
“How far apart are your contractions?” Gabe asks.
“Five minutes. Where is the fucking doctor?” Patrick asks.
“I’m right here. My name is Dr. Trotter. I’m here to deliver your child.” He says.
“Do you have drugs? I need drugs!” Patrick yells.
“How close are your contractions?” Dr. Trotter asks.
“He said five minutes apart.” Gabe answers.
“Let me check to see how far you are dilated.” Dr. Trotter says as he checks Patrick.
“Yes, that is what I suspected. I’m sorry to inform you that it is too late to give you drugs. You are fully dilated, and it is time to start pushing.” Dr. Trotter informs him.
“FUCK MY MOTHERFUCKING BLOODSUCKING PREGNANT VAMPIRE LIFE!” Patrick screams.
“When your next contraction starts, you need to push as hard as you can, ok?” The doctor asks.
“I’m too tired! I can’t do this! I wasn’t meant to do this! I can’t deal with so much pain, and it’s only getting worse!” Patrick cries.
Gabe makes direct eye contact with him.
“Sugar, look into my eyes. I’m going try to take away some of your pain.” Gabe suggests.
Patrick looks directly into Gabe’s eyes.
“Good. Now I want you to focus your pain and direct it all towards me.” Gabe directs.
Patrick tries to do what Gabe is saying, and it is making a difference. That is, before the next contraction hits.
“Ok Patrick, push down as hard as you can!” The doctor says.
Patrick does what the doctor tells him to do. When the contraction passes, he sits back and relaxes for a minute before the next one comes.
“Did that do anything?” Patrick asks, out of breath.
“Yes. A few more pushes and the child will be out.” The doctor answers.
“Here comes the next one!” Patrick screams as he pushes as hard as he can.
“Good! One more push and the child will be out!” The doctor encourages.
Patrick shakes his head yes as he awaits the next contraction. This time, he pushes as hard as he possibly can and is rewarded with the sound of a baby crying.
“That’s it! They are out! Congratulations! It’s a girl!” Dr. Trotter proclaims.
The doctor wraps the baby up in a pink blanket and hands her to Patrick.
Gabe is ecstatic and dotes over the baby.
“You did it, Sugar! She’s beautiful! What should we name her?” Gabe asks.
Patrick looks down at the little girl in his arms and the perfect name comes to mind.
“Evelyn Audrey.” Patrick decides.
“That’s perfect! I love it!” Gabe agrees.
“Welcome to the world Evelyn!” Patrick says.
I will always love you! I promise to protect you and always keep you safe for all eternity. What he didn’t expect was to hear her answer. “I know, father. I promise to always love you and keep you safe from him or anyone else. I will make sure that you don’t suffer the existence he described. Even if that means we have to leave him. I will always be by your side.” *