Down in the lower floor, Hilary was stuttering and muttering to herself; something so bizarre that it made no sense to Harold. He was used to this however, so it didn't really set his mind in any particular place. He had been leaning against the stairway, folding his arms and crossing his right foot over his left leg. While he drummed his fingers lazily, Hilary stopped in the middle of the room. She moved both hands around, shaking them every now and then. This was out of the ordinary, even for Hilary.
"N-no... I-it cannot be!" She spun around, and looked all over the first floor, jerking her head back and forth between rooms. Filling her ears, was the sound of constant whispering; not by just one voice but hundreds. She slammed her hands over her ears at an attempt to block out all the noise. After a minute passed by, they became overwhelming and pierced her very eardrums; making her brain ache. "I d-don't understand why I-I have t-to be it; why me?" she asked. Her eyes were rolled back and there were veins beginning to run up and down them. Harold took one step over to her so he could try and help her. When his hands stretched out and were a couple of inches from her shoulders, she screamed right into his face.
It wasn't her normal scream either; it was that of a little girl. "JESUS! Hillary... What's the matter with you?!" Harold asked, jumping back. His heart raced while he recollected his composure. Hilary stood up now, limping in his direction with her arms outstretched. Her bottom jaw was hanging wide open, allowing the tongue to dangle. "Hilary; you're really starting to freak me out now!" Harold yelled. He was against the stairway once more, holding his arms up to shield himself. Hilary grabbed a hold of them, yanking as hard as she could. Then her face loomed nearer, closing in on Harold's.
When Hilary's nose was almost touching his, she spoke low and clear. "The-spirits-have-talked-to-me...They-say-that-I-must-be-sacrificed...when-the-time-is-right!" Hilary barely got the sentence strewn together while gasping for air once in a while. "S-sacrifice? What sacrifice?!" Harold replied. He was worried now; his eyes wide open in terror as his feeble mind attempted to take in all that was going on. He scratched his head, then cleared his throat. Hilary gazed at him even harder now; baring her white eyes almost into his soul. He stood up, going around her as to get some distance for breathing room. When he turned to walk, Hilary was already there.
"HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!" he yelled, jumping back. His throat pulsed hard, as blood was pulsing through the veins like a freight train. "I c-can't take this anymore Hilary, what are y-you t-t-talking about?" Just then Hilary took an enormous breath, and fell to the floor convulsing. Minutes later, her eyes rolled back to their usual spots and she was back again. When their eyes locked, she lept up to Harold and hugged him tight. "Dear God Harold! The spirits have called onto me. They say that when the sword is ready, I must be sacrificed as the final kill so that my magic can increase the spread of lycanthropy." She stayed connected to Harold for a while; giving him time to pat her hair. "Why did we create this sword again? I mean I know the purpose but how was it made? And for that matter, what's it made of? Where was it made?"
All these questions bombarded Harold all at once. Hilary put a finger to her mouth, hushing him, then nodded to the basement entrance. "I'm going to show you exactly how it was made by taking you back to the day that my father died. Follow me and watch your step!" She lead Harold to the small door under the stairs, where the trap door was laying under some rugs. When she opened it a huge puff of smoke billowed out from it, filling Harold's lungs. He coughed, attempting to empty them. "Follow me, if you want to learn Harold." Hilary said. She waved her hand before beginning her descent. As he hoped for answers, Harold followed the woman who he had been faithful to for as long as he could remember.
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"Where am I? Oh God, I'm so sick and tired of these dreams! Why can't I just be normal for once?" Jenny complained. At that time, she was walking in un-penetrable darkness. Her feet were bare and the only thing that seemed to give off any type of illumination was the warm sign on her belly. She pulled up her shirt; allowing more light to come out. The light itself glowed an eerie crimson red, making the skull and dots appear even more sinister than before. Resting both hands over her belly button, Jenny walked onward into the never ending black void. Once in a while the baby, her father, would move violently, making her stomach ache.
"J-just be calm Dad; I don't know where we are..." She cried out. No matter where Jenny stretched her arms, she couldn't seem to find anything solid to lean on. "I don't know where I am... EW; GROSS!" She yelped, as her feet came down on this thick, slimy surface. It was warm and was moving on its own. Something made her continue moving though, like an invisible person pushing on her back. Both of Jenny's ankles throbbed and legs shook with every step taken. The belly that stuck out so much now, weighed her down. She could barely move without almost falling.
What didn't help was the fact that her father refused to stop kicking at her insides, which made her go off balance. After minutes went by, her right foot slammed into something hard. "Shhh... GOD THAT HURT!" Jenny yelled. Then a buzz sounded, followed by strong humming and then a bright light snapped on; blinding her. She shielded her eyes, while they became used to the light. Her heart sank; surrounding her was thick, red, slimy walls that pulsed sickeningly. Above her, there had been big blue veins that strung down to the center of the room, connecting to some weird object. The wall that Jenny's foot had struck was just a stair that ran up a staircase; leading to the glowing object ahead.
She took a step up, and then another. The object was getting closer now; her neck hairs stood up. Her feet stood just a foot away; the object was clear to her now. Floating in an invisible force field, was a long silver sword. The hilt connected to a golden skull which surrounded this glass bulb. Running down the blade of the sword was glass tubing which was connected to the bulb. "My God, what is this?" Jenny asked. She was astonished, swiping her hair back and swallowed hard. She reached towards it, feeling heat pouring off of it as her hands got closer. Heat began to burn Jenny's palms, however she kept getting closer to it. Jenny, that thing is bad; stay away from it! Bad things will happen if you touch that sword! Her conscience was raging at her, trying to get her to back away.
Curiosity got the better of her, and both of Jenny's hands clasped onto the hilt. Jolts of electrical energy burst through her fingertips, and started running up her hands. Her veins bulged while this force made its way up her arms. "Why can't I l-let go? OW; P-PLEASE... HELP ME!" She screamed out. Jenny's teeth clenched so hard that she felt one of them crack, followed by blood. Nothing could be done at this point; her hands were glued to this sword as a dark magic spread through her body like a snake's poison. It was in her chest now, flying throughout her breasts, which grew before her eyes.
Then it made its way down to her stomach, burying itself inside the womb. Her eyes were wide open in horror, while her water broke. The next thing Jenny knew, she was thrown onto her back, while her belly bulged and crawled painfully. She tried to hold her legs shut as to keep the baby inside; failing to do so. They snapped apart, followed by the dilation that proceeds during labor. "OH! T-THIS IS WORSE THAN THE TRANSFORMATIONS! OH GOD! UGH, IT; I-IT HURRRTSS!" Jenny cringed, lifting herself up and holding her belly with her left hand. Her father was already turning himself around, readying for the birth process. All Jenny could do was groan from the pain and breath fast so she could be ready to push.
Around her, the walls pulsed even harder. Jenny looked up; not being able to comprehend anything at the time. The sword was now floating, casting its energy into the veins of the room around her. It shook, followed by an elderly grunt. "Where am I anyway?" Jenny asked. She had a second or two to spare while another contraction built up. "MAKE IT STOP! G-GET OUT OF ME ALREADY!" Jenny bellowed out. Her back snapped as she lurched into an arched position. All over the skin of her belly, it crawled while Phil was pulling himself down the birth canal.
Blood spurted from Jenny when Phil's head began to emerge. She wrapped her hands with her hair, screaming as loud as possible and pushed harder than before. The comparison to this situation was like pushing a basketball out of her. The baby tore at her private area, and continued to pull itself out of her. Jenny flipped to her stomach, holding her body up with her hands and pushed even harder. Her father shot out of her, pulling a large blood sack with him. "Oh; Oh G-G-God... Why...?" Jenny gasped. The energy continued to surge through the wall's veins but then dimmed and stopped completely. Her father lay in a bloody mass on the floor, wailing as loud as he could muster.
When Jenny tried to sit up and grab the baby, it cried even harder. "Oh my God! What; what's going on with him?" she gasped. Her father's feet were turning pure charcoal black. The discoloration continued to course up his legs and over all his body until he was as black as oil. When Jenny finally came in contact with him, he glared at her with two empty, socket holes. His gums bared, showing off two sharp canine teeth. Just then, the room around them shook, as the walls coughed. Coughed?Jenny thought. How can a room cough? As if someone was listening, the room shut off. No lights, no aura; just one hundred percent, black abyss. Jenny tried to stand up; her legs wobbled and stomach ached. She clasped both arms over it, limping to the end of the room away from the pedestal.
She reached the far end, only to meet another wall covered in grimy guts. "Is this nightmare ever gonna end?" "Jenny... Jenny... Wake up; wake up; wake up... JENNY; JENNY... JENNNYYY!" "Huh, w-what?" The room was blurry; her eyes refused to adjust to the somewhat normal lighting. She shook her head, rubbing both eyes profusely. "What happened to you in there?" Hazel asked. She was sitting on the right corner of the bed, near Jenny's feet. "I-I w-was stuck in this d-dark and slimy r-room. I found this weird sword floating at the far end, after walking over a slimy floor." She continued her story, up to the point where she made her escape.
Erika seemed surprised; Hazel was confused. "What I don't understand is this. You were impregnated, were you not?" she asked. Jenny nodded; lifting her shirt up after noticing her belly was flat once more. "You gave birth, and now you're in possession of this old skull sword?" Hazel asked. "Yeah, that's pretty much it." Jenny said. "Well, that's weird! Anyway, we saw your belly shrinking and that something was just squirming around frantically inside it." Erika said. She played with her hair, while waiting. Jenny breathed in real hard through her nose and exhaled.
"Trust me when I say it's a very long story. And I don't feel like disclosing it to anyone at the moment." She said. Erika nodded, "Right; we hear ya!" Hazel replied. "We're gonna go get something to eat, do you want anything?" Jenny shook her head. "Alright then, we'll see you later!" Hazel told her, and followed Erika out the bedroom door. When it clicked shut in the doorframe, Jenny pulled her shirt up, grasping her once bulging belly. The skin was tight once more, and the sign seemed even more prominent. "What is the significance between this sign? Why did Dad have to be reborn? Why me? Where is he now? Where's the sword?" Jenny frantically asked herself.
She felt as if her brain was going insane and she was one step away from checking herself into a insane asylum. She cursed under her breath, digging her head into her legs and allowing the warmth to take over. "At least he's out of me now! I can carry on without lugging him around, although; I still would like to find out, who did this to me. And why exactly, it was done." she told herself. Her ears tuned into the sounds of outdoors; birds chirping as they made their ways to their homes. Cars cruised, carrying people waiting to get home to their families. And here she was, the most weird family known to mankind. Jenny flopped onto her right side, resting her head on both hands. She hated not knowing what was coming next, but decided it was best to block out and move on. She closed her eyes, hoping beyond hope that a good dream would welcome her this time and nothing horrific.