"Kika kauitl?" she felt her head was going to split open. "Pia in tlahtoani nik ka itok okatka born oksepa?"
She didn't know what it meant, only that it was evil, and whoever was talking was not of this world. "Is it time?" it spoke the same words again, but this time, she understood the words. "Has the king to be named been reborn?"
She couldn't speak, she couldn't move. "Nimitsotlahtolan se tetlanilissiuatl – tlatlahto," it roared. "I asked you a question woman – speak."
And at that moment, she knew – whatever was talking to her was in her belly, and it certainly was not her child. "Give back my baby," she wanted to scream, but she couldn't for her mouth was filled with red tendrils. But her hair and eyes were not red no more; they were black – darker than black.
"Inon tlamantli ka miktok," its voice rang. "That thing is dead." Then Valda knew, her baby was dead, and whatever this thing was has taken over it. "Kill me too. Take me with my baby," she thought.
