Labor Pains

[Neko]

A deep sigh bubbled up from Innocence as she stared at Damon. Now how the hell was she going to work this out? Rhys had left with Sarah, she probably should have gone after him but at this moment she did not feel like going after the stubborn man, Sarah would make sure he was fine. She trusted the girl she seemed nice enough and like a calming influence let him badmouth them all and burn some steam and then relax.

She ignored the pot on the ground, she bit her bottom lip trying to think of a way to move the man she decided was much to tall for his own good. Bending forwards she decided she could only do one thing. The guards were still no where to be seen, Rhys was so frightening when upset all of them were so cowardly they made sure to be far away from him when he snapped... That or smart whichever it was it still did not help her.

Grabbing his arm she ducked beside him and placed his arm over her shoulder and stood up again. With her luck he was not overly heavy but then again he was not dead weight yet. Standing to her full high she gave a blank look, still at full height she was still to short to really be any help. Oh well she would drag him unless he wanted to help her. It was more or less about getting his royal ass inside at this point.

*Forty Minutes Later*

Reaching a room she remembered well from her first time being here she maneuvered her way into opening the door. Dragging Damon into the room she practically flung him on his bed and then went to close the door. She felt a burst of pain shot from her lower stomach up to her chest. With a frown she flicked the center of her belly thinking it nothing more then a violent kick from the little demon seed leeching off her.

She may be mean to it and may call it mean little names she actually was not all to upset, she had grown to accept what had happened and figured in the end she could always use the kid to cause more trouble. Nothing like having another troublemaker to help. Closing the door finally she randomly picked a chair near the bed and dragged it closer to the bed, kicked off her shoes, and then plopped her feet against the bed. "You know you seriously need to leave him alone, I swear you are asking for him to snap you in half too..."

A grin graced her lips as she sprawled her legs over his and she began to tap the chair arm with her fingers. He was obviously awake but he was simply to dazed to do anything. Taking her tapping fingers and placing it under her chin she used one of her legs to poke Damon. "You know if I didn't know any better I say I could totally take advantage of you... And you could not do anything." Now that could mean many things but in the mind of a male as she had learned normally led it to one thing.

Humming she stopped poking Damon with her foot and crossed them again over his own legs. Well she could always look for some ink and a writing instrument and go crazy but her stomach hurt. She was going to have to throttle this children when it came to be old enough... No one kicked her and got away with it... She then got an idea, she could always torture the poor man in front of her. It always passed the time before.

However the demon seemed to keep kicking her and it was beginning to annoy her at this point. "Leave it to me to have the Anti-Christ as a child..." She rolled her heads and laid her head back as she waited out another few minutes of kicking. When it went away she looked around. Damon was still not out of it... Well this was no fun. Pulling her legs back she stood up and walked around the bed frame.

She then looked around. Well he was out of it, she might as well have fun. Finding an extra tie she grabbed it and giggled, sitting on the bed she thought for a moment. She then had to hold back a giggle attack. He was so out of it she probably could have tied him to the bed and left him a note on his stomach and left him there. Oh what a delicious idea! She however did not feel like finding all the things needed and simply decided to tie it around her own neck.

Leave it to Damon to have random expensive items laying around... God help him if she found any underclothes laying around. He may be a royal pain in the ass but men were men... Messy as hell. Sprawling out on the side of the bed she suddenly claimed at her own, she sighed. "Oh my god Damon, you are soooo boring..." She looked around and found a random feather. Grabbing it she sat up next to Damon she traced it over his face with a lazy movement. "Wake up doofus." She froze for a second as a few more waves of pain passed and then she was back to tracing the feather over his face hoping to get a reaction...

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Damon was aware of someone trying to move him, and apparently succeeding. But he didn't know who. When he tried to look, he felt dizzy. And it certainly didn't help matters that he was seeing three or four of everything. He tried to help whoever was moving him, but managed only to stumble along as he was half-dragged. The stairs presented a worse obstacle than he was prepared for. Damon didn't know which of the four stairs he saw was the one he was supposed to step on. He missed the correct step about half the time and repeatedly banged his shins on the edges of the stairs. By the time they reached the top, he was down to seeing just two of everything, but what he saw was fuzzy around the edges. When they reached his room, he wasn't even trying to stumble along any more. It was all he could do to stay conscious. Being vertical, well nearly so at any rate, certainly didn't seem to be helping any.

When he was shoved onto the bed, he tried to crawl into it properly, but didn't manage it. He was far too dazed to do much of anything, though being horizontal did seem to clear his head enough to realize that the person who had brought him in was Innocence. Wait.... Innocence??? The last time they had been in a room alone, Rhys had beat him up. He looked around wildly, making himself very dizzy in the process, and finally saw her. It was Innocence all right. This wasn't good. Not good at all. If Rhys found out... Being dizzy and dazed finally caught up with him and he passed out.

It wasn't long before he began to wake up, feeling something tickling his face. He brushed at his face and sat up, yelping at the pain of his bruised middle. He looked over at Innocence and groaned. This was not what he had been expecting.

"What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were in Tiamorre. And when did you get here?" The memory of his previous beating ran through his head. Panic began to set in when he noticed that she was on the bed with him. "You have to leave. If Rhys sees you in here, I'm dead." He got off the bed and started to back toward the door, tripping as his feet tangled in the bed clothes. He picked himself up and looked more closely at her. She wasn't acting her normal hyper self. He wondered if perhaps it was because of her pregnancy, or if she was just tired. Either way worked for him, as it meant he didn't have to deal with any unexpected things happening. As much as he had enjoyed their rather impromptu bed games, he didn't like the idea of enduring a repeat of the result.

[Neko]

Innocence was growing tired of dancing the feather across his face and just as she was about to stop she got a response. Loosing the feather as he brushed his hand over her own she watched it float and then lost contact with it. She watched with a tiny little grin as he seemed to panic, causing pain from his most recent beating to cause him to groan. That caused her to grin ever so more. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were in Tiamorre. And when did you get here?" She waved her hand in a graceful movement and then pointed at him in a dramatic movement. "Wouldn't you like to know..." She laughed and then sat up ignoring the pain that the movement caused.

"However seeing you seem so panicked I shall grace you with an answer." Sticking out her tongue she moved to try and get comfortable. "My sister kicked me out because I was hungry and I did not want to drink but rather eat. Seeing Sister was reeeeally busy she kicked me out. I ended up here because you have a kitchen. The rest is history you lazy bum." She not being able to find a comfortable position on the bed sat up and stretched. "You have to leave. If Rhys sees you in here, I'm dead." She glanced at him and pouted. "Oh but I was having so much fun, and I helped you after all if I leave you what will you do if Rhys finds you anyways? I-" She felt a really strong wave of pain rise up from her gut and it cut her off. Playing it off she simply continued after clearing her throat.

"I do not want to leave anyways, you would not sent a poor defenseless pregnant woman out on her own would you?" She tilted her head and walked over to him as best as she could. "And here I thought you were a prince in tarnished armor." She stuck her tongue out in a playful gesture once more. Well he still was no matter how mean he acted, at the current moment he seemed frightened rather then anything else. Must have been quite a bad beating to put fear in him. She shook her head slowly to clear her thoughts she felt like teasing him.

And with a devilish grin she decided she would indeed tease him. "Soooo why would you be so fearful of being alone with me anyways? She stood beside him so she could lean her hip into his. "I mean you must have some reason to be fearful now, a few months ago you were just as happy as I was to be alone..." She felt a grin widen and split her mouth. She fought hard to keep the giggle from spilling. Tilting her head up she went to catch his eye, hoping to get a worthy reaction. Deciding to add a cherry to the desert she snaked her arm from her side and placed it on his chest, sneaking her way inside the jacket he was wearing.

Sticking her tongue out in a playful fashion she gave him a mischievous glance before licking her lips. She then wrapped her remaining arm around the closest arm. She then wrapped the leg from the same side at the arm that had found a home inside Damon's jacket, around his leg. Resting her cheek against his arm she was fighting back a string of laughter. She could not see his face right now but she could just imagine. Bringing the arm that had found a home inside his jacket outside the jacket she used her index and middle fingers to make legs to walk southwards. She then stopped right before his pants began.

"You know you are quite fun to play with and I mean that in more ways then you know." Letting go of his arm she brought the arm that had been hugging his own up to his hair, and traced a finger from the top of his skull down the back of his neck, then traced his jaw stopping at the corner of his mouth. "Such a shame that I am busy at the moment, I would have so taking advantage of you a few moments ago... That being said the offer still stands. Taking your clothes off with my teeth would be so... much... fun... right... now..." With the last five words she had moved the hand that had been working southwards to unbutton his jacket and his shirt. She then released her leg from his.

Letting the hand that had been tracing his neck and face drop to his chest she proceeded to trace random shapes, she brought the other hand back where it had been and then continued all the bit lower and let it tug ever so much on his pants. She did that for a moment before turning so her back was pressed against his chest. "As much as you fight me I know you love the attention... My little boy toy" She finally let a laugh out at the last comment. Turning around she gave him a grin and then let go of him, sure she loved being a tease but she was not cruel... Although she suddenly did have an urge to rip his clothes off... "As must as I love being pressed against you I need to sit down."

Changing the subject she started tugging at the tie she had put on and she grinned, "How do I look? I think its simply dashing don't you?" She giggled as she straightened the necktie and then left it alone, she then moved to sit on the bed, crossing her legs in the process and then resting her arms on her crossed legs. She wondered if Walter would actually come, she knew he knew her hiding places and her favorite places. He knew her for a long time since she was about ten and therefore he knew almost everything about her. So it was a matter of time, if he was indeed looking for her he would end up com-

A knock cut her from her thoughts. The door then opened and a violet eyed man popped his head in the room. "Hello?" Walter had been sent by a frantic Enigma to go find her sister. She had been done with her paper work saw she still had not returned and started to freak... Not that he was allowed to tell anyone about that Enigma was forever suppose to remain cold and collected. He often found himself chuckling at how similar the two sister were even if they were like day and night at times. When he saw Innocence he went to say something but then noticed Damon and bit back what he was going to say.

"Oh my... It seems I interrupted I shall come back..." Innocence raised her brows in a amused manner as the door shut. Laughing softly to herself she ended up flinching but hid it. "I guess sister told him my slip of tongue, he must have the wrong idea." She stuck her tongue at him, knowing he knew exactly that slip of tongue had been. Innocence when to stand and tell him it was alright but ended up falling back onto the bed and moaning. Her stomach hurt more then it had been and the wave was not ending soon like it had been... She then realized she did not hid her pain that time around.

She put a weak smile on her face and pointed to her stomach. "I swear I have the anti-christ in there." She still thought it was simply the child kicking her. Walter at this point was torn, if he left and returned without Innocence he would get in trouble with Taimorre and run the risk of getting thrown out himself... If he returned with her he would need to first go into the room and get her. Taking a deep breath he opened the door again. "Uh I wish to take the Lady Inno- .." His voice was cut off by raised eyebrows and a finger pointing to Innocence.

Innocence confused looked at herself, her white dress was now soaked. Making a twisted face she looked at the floor. "Ugh... What the heck? Since when does my bladder fail on me?" Walter making his own face then shook his head. "No dear that is not... Your water broke..." Going straight to the point he looked at Damon. "And with that I think I hear Lady Enigma calling... May luck come on swift wings..." Closing the door quickly it took a moment before it opened again. "Oh here is a little tidbit... Support the head, tell her to breath, make sure she pushes, and if she or the child is hurt Enigma will kill you... Have fun." This time the door slammed and Walter was gone.

Innocence still confused to the whole thing looked at Damon. "I am confused... I-OW!" She could not finish her comment and question before another wave hit her, this one hit hard enough to cause her to bend forward and almost fall onto the floor. She was screaming bloody murder in her head and simply whimpered softly out loud. Her loose hair covered her now teared up eyes and she was fighting the urge to scream out loud. What the hell was with all the pain and all the confusion... She knew her sister said she was going to be in hell but she figured that meant when the kid was born and it was done and over with she never 'expanded' on anything further.

As Walter walked out of the castle he wondered if he did the right thing, he had delivered children and such in his younger years but as he was older he did not trust himself with such matters and while leaving Damon alone with it was quite a mean thing to do, having the blind leading the blind would not be anymore helpful. With a sigh he walked slowly off to Tiamorre trying to think of either a way to sneak to his room and lock it or think of an excuse good enough to allow himself back into the castle... Innocence at this point was ready to faint from the now overwhelming pain. Well there she had it, if Damon thought her lack of hyperness was going to cause lack of surprises this made that a lie, she surprised even herself this time around.

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As he listened to her responses to his somewhat hurried rash of questions, he began to grin a bit and relaxed a little. Being kicked out--again--and hungry certainly was a decent reason for Innocence to be in Lee rather than Tiamorre. And it was a much better reason than her normal pranks were. Her slight pause before telling him that she didn't want to leave made him look at her more closely. He suddenly felt a little suspicious. If she had to stop and say something else, then what was she planning? Something else to get him into trouble, no doubt. Would she ever just let him be, or was she planning on getting him killed? Well, either way could be enjoyable if she did it right. He shook his head. What was he thinking? If anything happened, he was in for it.

He grinned again at her reminder of what he had said before. "Tarnished certainly. But I don't believe I've ever earned the right to prince or armor. To tell you the truth, I'm probably too lazy for that anyway. However, if that is how you choose to see me, this prince is yours to command. For now at least." His grin widened into a real smile. "But once that baby is born, I get to command. Just not where Rhys can find us." He started to chuckle at his double meaning. but her next question put him on edge again, though only a little.

"Um...well...Rhys...that is..." Damon tried to hide his embarrassment at being afraid. Tried and failed miserably. "Rhys is, well, old fashioned. He..." He stopped and swallowed, taking a moment to try and collect himself. "H-h-e b-beat the h-h-h-hell out of me after he caught us."

When she placed her hand on his chest and started to sneak it beneath his jacket, Damon's eyes widened and he gulped. This would be a really bad time for... Then she wrapped one arm around his, and curled a leg around one of his legs as well, walking her fingers down to his waist. He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. "Are..." His voice broke and he cleared his throat to try again. "Are you s-s-sure this is a good idea?"

He couldn't tell whether she was serious or not. His body thought she was though, and to hell with what his mind thought. He kept his eyes closed and a slight grin played about his lips. Every move she made was stoking the fire. When she tugged at his pants, he moaned slightly. Those months of celibacy, though necessary in order to keep an eye on his brother, had been hard enough. But this was torture. Pure, blissful torture. When she turned and leaned back against him, he gulped and willed himself to remain still. It was hard for him not to press against her. He really wanted to, as the bulge in his pants showed all too clearly.

When she returned to the bed and sat down, he took a step after her, the smile still on his lips. "Not dashing. Lovely though." He almost took another step toward her to be interrupted by the door opening. Damon glanced over and saw the head of Enigma's butler showing. He grumbled quietly. "Doesn't anyone know how to knock anymore?" But he was quiet about it, not wanting to ruin his chances.

He had planned on ignoring the man, but his comment before ducking back out of the room made Damon blush lightly. Innocence's remark made the blush bright red. taken together they were like a bucket of cold water poured over him, cooling his desire even as he felt his ears burning with embarrassment.

Innocence started to stand but fell back to the bed with a moan. Damon's blush faded as he paled and started over to her. He didn't know much about pregnant women, but he did know that pain was not a good thing. Especially when they weren't due yet. And that puddle on the floor couldn't be a good thing. Walter's head popped back in and the man said that Innocence's water had broken. "What the hell does that mean? And why would she need luck?" His confusion was increased at first by the advice he was given before Walter abruptly fled the room.

He moved forward slowly, trying to sort out the advice. None of it made any sense to him at all. Then Innocence whimpered and almost fell off the bed. Damon rushed over to her and sat at her side. "A-are you all right?" One arm went around her shoulders as he spoke, his voice full of concern. With his other hand, he brushed her hair from her face. "H-hey, your soaked. I'll grab a robe for you while you get out of that dress." He stood slowly and hurried to the wardrobe, tripping over his own feet in his haste. Damon dug around inside until he found the softest robe he owned and turned, brandishing it in triumph. He started back to the bed but only made it about halfway before Walter's advice suddenly made sense. Innocence was in labor. And worse yet, it was early labor. He froze. The shock, confusion, and panic all hitting him at once. All he could do was stand there staring at her, his mind repeating the word no as if it were a wizard's chant that could stop this from happening.

[Neko]

Innocence still had no idea what was going on. To tell the truth she seriously just thought she had pissed herself and here Damon was trying to be nice again. The pain however kept coming, closer and closer together, and it did not help that it was sticking around for longer and longer. She in between a short break of pain noticed Damon frozen. She had saw his reaction to everything before and it was amusing but this reaction was a tad more alarming... "Uh... What is wrong with you?" went to pout but hugged herself instead.

She then had a slight remembrance of a past memory. It was with Jezebelle, she in her deep thought started playing with the necklace she had gotten in thanks for helping her friend and was 'shipped off; into a slight vision she had not planned to go on. It was of Jezebelle, giving birth again. She frowned and stopped playing with the necklace and tried to get rid of the vision, only to jerk herself the wrong way and send another wave of pain surfing through her frame. She then put it together... Walter came and went quickly, Jezebelle had the same symptoms...

Holy crap she was in denial... She had gotten warning signs for weeks, and then Rhys a hour or so before now... Oh crud and she was stuck with Damon. Slowly craning her neck she saw he was still simply frozen, staring at her. Sighing she tugged lightly on his elbow. "I swear to go if you faint I will kill you in your sleep..." Making sure he was at least sitting on the bed she sat back down, trying to ride out another wave of pain. "Well this is just wonderful... First time I wished I actually wet myself..." Looking down at her mostly soaked dress she shrugged.

Sure she technically be polite, ask him to leave, and then change, but right now polite had long ago went out the window. God bless the little favors, pulling the light dress carefully off herself she folded it, not really caring about her stage of undress, it was nothing new and she figured any lust she had cased was now long go from the things that just happened. With a poke of his cheek, she thanked him softly and took the robe. Placing it around herself she slowly tapped her fingers against her knee. "Well this is just peachy." She went to sigh but felt her sides clench making her bit her lip hard.

"Ready or not..." She mumbled lightly while rolling her eyes. She was to say the least petrified but she was good at hiding it, and god damn it if Rhys dared call her kid after this she would castrate him. Save Sarah the trouble... With a little piece of mind at such a morbidly delicious notion she forced herself to crawl over to the pillows and rest her now sore body. Crossing her legs she looked like a pregnant woman relaxing rather then one going into early labor. Moving her feet she looked at Damon. "Make sure if you faint, to faint backwards onto the bed, I have other issues, I carried you once already do not make me do it again now please. Oh and thanks for the robe, from what I saw with Jezebelle you might not be getting it back..."

Placing a finger to her lip she wondered if she could somehow get Jezebelle to come over... That would help right? Shame she told Rhys to get lost, Damon was a statue, and none of the guards would dare enter this area... Gripping the necklace her friend had given her as a thank you gift, she sighed and made a little wish to whatever god happened to be listening. She had wished for Walter and gotten him, she should get Jezebelle right? Feeling a shot of pain that felt worst then all the others in the past put together she felt depressed but mostly intense pain... This was going to be fun.

Well at least if Damon proved to be less then enough help she could get revenge right? Suddenly a knock on the door was hear. A slightly accented voice spoke through the door. "Hello?" Innocence perked up, she knew that voice. A head poked in, and black curls along with friendly emerald eyes could be seen. Jezebelle noticing Damon looking... Well less then animated rose a brow but opened the door and ignored him for a moment. "Hello darling, I bumped into Walter he told me that something was wrong and I should visit. Feeling a craving for something?"

Innocence pointed to the end of the bed with one hand and Damon with the other. "No, try smacking him around a little, and checking the puddle at the end of the bed. Man why am I surrounded by males with phobias?" Jezebelle smiled and a coo could be heard from her back. Innocence confused raised a brow. "What the heck was that?" Jezebelle spun around and Innocence grinned, "Ohhh" Brishen was tied to Jezebelle's back and playing with a straw toy 'grandma' had made him. Jezebelle giggled and then went over to Damon. Forming a fist she lightly knocked on his head.

"So what is happening?" Innocence sighed, "I am going into labor I tihnk..." Jezebelle looked over her shoulder and gave Innocence an alarmed look. "Then why so calm?" Innocence offered a sly grin, "Because your reaction did not help you right? Why should I freak out?" Jezebelle offered a soft smile and then while sighing wound her arm up. "Because you are..." **WHACK** Smaking Damon hard enough to leave a bruise she offered Innocence a cheesy grin, "...Early" Innocence sighed and nodded. "I know but still..."

Jezebelle picked up the dress and looked around. "Well if you are indeed going into labor... You need things and I do not see them..." Innocence rose a brow, "Really? What would that be and are you going to help me get them and do this for me?" Jezebelle smiled, "Weeeell I can get him to get them, and my hands are tied I can instruct but not do." Innocence pouted, "Why?" Jezebelle grinned, "News travels fast I was told by three people to let him do it. Seeing he might as well be the reason you are here, that would be more amusing then the truth anyways."

Innocence smiled, "True enough I guess... Who were the three people?" Jezebelle pressed a finger to her lip and then shrugged, "Your sister, the frozen boy's brother, and my mother." Innocence pulled a face, "Your mother knows?" Jezebelle laughed. "Are you kidding, men fight and woman gossip I am guessing your little lover boy toy got his ass chewed out by his brother and now you are getting gossiped about all around town cause your sister is the passive aggressive type." Innocence wilted slightly, "I knew she would do something but ugh..." Jezebelle waved a hand in front of her face and then sat down in the chair Innocence had. She then picked up her shoe and in a last effort tossed it at Damon.

"Heeeeey lover boy, get off your ass, I am here to help but I will leave if you just sit around looking pitiful!" Taking Brishen off her back she held the baby in her arms and sat back. Offering Innocence a smile saying she would not leave. Innocence felt the wave of panic leave, she had Walter leave already. Jezebelle was going to end up helping her and torturing Damon while pretending to help him... She was shy but obviously the daughter of a great trickster... She was envious... Feeling more pain she ended up screaming this time around, both being surprised by the sudden new wave and the intense pain that it brought. Jezebelle of none she was in for a tough time...



OCC;; Alright I brought in some help, Damon and Innocence still are going to have a tough time lol Jezebelle is here to direct and have no actual business in it. She was told by a few people if the time came to allow Damon to do it xD I got it back I think I might be back to normal... Not sure if that is a good thing or not anyways. -poof-

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A myriad of images ran through his head. One, the one with the least influence at the moment, was of Rhys catching him with Innocence once again. Would he see the truth? Or would he believe they had been enjoying themselves again? Hopefully not the latter. His brother had become more emotional of late, more temper mental. Not that he could complain very much. It was all a part of him coming alive again. All thanks to that girl of his. Though Rhys' injuries were caused by her in a round about way. That's what the fight had been about. Or beating rather. Rhys didn't think he had been injured because of his little human girl, but by his own lack of attention. So Damon had kept him home, telling the guards to keep him from leaving and forbidding the servants from carrying any messages for either Rhys or his fiance. The end result was, of course, somewhat less than desirable. But how was he to know that Rhys would react like he did?

The other images running through Damon's mind dealt with Innocence's early labor. He didn't know what to do to help her with the pain, or with the delivery itself either for that matter. What if she actually had the baby early? He didn't know much about it, but didn't early babies often die? And what about those with young mothers? Was it not common for both mother and infant to die then? But if the baby died, Enigma would have his head. And if Innocence died, Rhys and Enigma would both have his head. He really didn't want to think about Innocence dying though. For some reason the very thought turned him inside out with fear. If the baby failed to survive, she would still be there. Hurt perhaps, and sad certainly, but there none the less. He would suffer some pain or humiliation at Enigma's hands to be sure, but Innocence would be there.

That last thought brought him around just as a shoe bounced off of his shoulder. Damon looked around in surprise and noticed Jezebelle sitting in the chair. He had a pathetically grateful look on his face for her presence in the room. Finally someone willing to help. Her threat, however, made it plain that she had no intention of doing everything herself.

"Leave? But...but you can't. I don't know what to do. I don't know anything about babies. What if something happens?" There was panic in his voice and on his face. He didn't want the young gypsy woman to leave. He wanted her to stay and help. All right, if he was honest about it he wanted her to do it all. But he would help if he had to.

When Innocence screamed in pain, he jumped as if bitten by a snake. Scrambling to her side, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right?" The concern in his voice was matched by that in his eyes, though the look on his face remained sheer panic. Damon looked over at Jezebelle, practically begging for help. "What do I do? How do I make the pain stop?" His ignorance was showing, and for once he didn't care. He only wanted Innocence to stop hurting. He wanted her to be all right. And he wanted his brother home now. He was certain Rhys, with such a long life behind him, would know what to do.

[Neko]

"Leave? But...but you can't. I don't know what to do. I don't know anything about babies. What if something happens?" Jezebelle heard the voice and craned her head to look. She saw the upset and panic on the man's face and her cold expression melted into a warm smile. "I would not leave her alone but I still cannot help. I can however give you intruction. None of those I listed would want her to die..." Standing up she watched as Innocence seemed to be struggling more and more and it made Damon more and more nervous. "What do I do? How do I make the pain stop?"

Jezebelle gave a look of amusement. "My god... Are you serious? ... In any case she needs to give birth to her child if she wants to get rid of the pain." Turning to the chair she carefully placed her son down the patted a finger to his nose. "Stay." Brishen looking around the strange room soon went back to playing with the doll totally ignoring everything else around him including the screaming woman who was obviously in pain. She then looked at Damon, "I will be right back, make sure she does not fall off the bed if she convulses please. "Leaving the room in a cool and level headed manner, once she was outside she looked both ways and bolted towards the kitchen.

Jezebelle leaving sparked Innocence to suddenly panic, maybe having Damon who was panicking so close to her was not a good idea. She felt his arm on her shoulder, and when the wave of pain that had been ailing her creased for just a moment she took advantage of it. Opening one of the eyes she had clenched shut she targeted his arm and hugged it to her chest. Whimpering slightly she tried to keep it hidden, she had lost the 'do not panic it will not do any good' outlook and was in her own full blown panic mode. Jezebelle had been in as much pain but she was lucky. Her child had been a week late almost, she was a few months early.

"Oh this is horrible, I bet it is my fault too..." She felt her eyes tearing up, while it was her fault she was in this situation in the first place, she felt she should have at least stopped here but she had done it again it seemed. If she had watched the warnings she probably would have been better off... Her eye then catch the scar left from James. Oh she had totally forgotten about that for the most part. Maybe struggling with a crazed human had not been the best for her either... She felt like saying something else but simply choked on her words and buried her face into the arm she was hugging with a death grip.

Back with Jezebelle she was busy finding the things her mother had told her a birthing needed to make it as easy as possible... At the currently she was thinking her mother was pulling her leg. Grabbing a two large bowls she filled them with water and then dug around and found some towels. Flinging a few over her shoulder she grabbed the bowls and carefully rushed back to the bedroom. Kicking the slightly ajar door open she went over to Damon and looked down at Innocence. Grumbling lightly she decided holding Innocence down would be torture enough, when she saw Innocence after giving birth she saw the bruises that went up from her wrist all the way to her shoulder due to the birth being so painful on her end.

Placing the things on the bed she gave Damon a look of hopelessness. "Alright here is the deal, I will do the hard part, just hold her hand or something. I warn you from experience the grip is painful so just deal with it, I do not need to screaming people in one room." Rolling her eyes she went to the water and towels. Laying the largest one out she put it to her left to make sure to use it to wrap the child up. Uttering a silent pray quickly she looked at Damon. "Get that panicked look off your face, your asking to get punched again..."

Innocence then feeling another contraction let out another scream before choking it back and tightened her death grip on Damon's arm biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. Jezebelle frowned and sighed, cracking her knuckles she put one of each leg to her hip before forcing them up. "Alright Kitten time to breath and push alright?" Jezebelle offering a kind smile used the nickname she had used the first time they met and proceeded to get everything ready. Innocence simply just shook her head quickly and tried to avoid screaming again, it was beginning to hurt her throat.

Jezebelle taking one last breath moved in for the kill. Holding Innocence by the left knee she would squeeze her knee to signal when to push, when she let go she would wait a moment she would allow Innocence to catch her breath. After doing a few of these she smiled, she could finally see the head. "Keep it up Kitten, almost done." Innocence in turn just screamed, swore and tried to keep at it. After a few more pushes and breath cycles Innocence felt like she was going to pass out. Loosing her grip on Damon slightly she waited for Jezebelle to give her another command before she really did pass out.

Jezebelle noticing the slight change in Innocence bit her lip and decided to hurry it up a bit. Grabbing one of the small towels she tossed it at Damon and made a motion with her hand over her head. "Get rid of the sweat on her face." She muttered before going back to work. Innocence panting slightly was beginning to wish she had been hit by a ten ton rock at this point. Jezebelle going back to commanding her to push got the push she needed. Silently cheering she grabbed the exposed back and this time gripped hard on Innocence unless the soft squeeze she had been using.

Innocence surprised by the sudden pain on her knee felt the room spin but simply just pushed to the point she thought she was going to have her head explode. In a rush of movements, Jezebelle grabbed the child as it fell into her arm, letting go of Innocence she grabbed the towel she laid out. Placing the towel in her lap she turned the baby upside down, swatted it a few times until it started to sob, very hard and very loudly. With a smile of glee Jezebelle wrapped the crying child up. Looking at Innocence she tried to hide the amused grin on her face. Innocence was out cold for the moment.

Carefully getting off the bed she thrusted the small child into Damon's free arm. "Hold him while I clean up the best I can alright?" Jezebelle had been told by Innocence that Damon had been in a dream of hers, at first she had not wanted to know however when told she was glad she knew. Damon in the dream had that famous baby phobia and for making her do the work he would suffer this small little phobia. Grabbing the bloody towels and dirtied water she left the room, going back to the kitchen to get rid of the ruined cloth and clean the bowls.

After a moment Innocence who had fallen asleep or rather fainted let go of the thing or rather the arm she had been gripping on and looked around with a tired look on her face. She then noticed Damon. She then noticed the small little bunched up object which at this point was now relaxing. Tilting her head she carefully got on her knees and while totally ignoring Damon looked and saw a face looking back at her. Blinking she grinned and tapped a finger to the small nose. "Awww so cute..." She gushed softly to herself while having her finger now in the small child's hand. The dark haired child looked from the woman to the man who was holding him.

He then closed his eyes and went to sleep. Innocence seeing the large purple eyes close she suddenly gushed like a child over a puppy or kitten. "Oh my god oh my god! Adorable!" Jezebelle at this point was standing with her arms crossed, and her back on the door frame. "Its a baby boy. What do you want to name him?" Innocence surprised by her friend's suddenly entry nearly fell off the bed. Catching her breath and holding a hand to her chest she looked at the child again before smiling cheerfully. "Damian!"

Jezebelle held an amused grin, "Like the little demon boy from legends?" Innocence smiled softly and then shrugged. "You could say that I suppose." Jezebelle walking over for the chair picked up her own son and went to leave. "If anyone asks I did not do annnnnnything, I know you two love trouble but I like being thought innocent. Have fun you two!" Closing the door she left the castle with a satisfied smile on her face. Innocence waved as her friend left and then she looked at Damon. A shocked look on her face... Putting her face up to his she narrowed her eyes...

Reaching out an arm she waved it in front of his face. She then laughed until she flinched, still sore. Shaking her head she stole the bundle from her whimpy playtoy's arm and sat back on the bed. Crossing her legs and watching the small little child quietly sleep. "Oh I know I am going to have so much fun with you... Just wait till you become my partner in crime!" Looking over at Damon she offered a sweet smile, "Thank you." While he probably was ready to fall over he stuck around anyways. Patting the side of the bed that he had been sleeping on before she wondered if he would stick around or run for it... That or fall over on the spot. Hopefully if he was really feeling light headed he would sit down... With a happy smile on her face she continued gushing over Damian.

That was before she noticed who she had just thanked. Freezing ever so slightly she looked up and saw it was Damon. She had to do a double take before really freezing up... She had no idea who she just thanked she was just happy it was over but it had been him... Holy shit! That meant he was there through the whole thing, he had no run out and... Thinking back she noticed it was not a pillow she had been holding in a death grip. "Oh my gosh, is your arm alright?" She looked up him in a slightly worried look. She remembered what her arm felt like when Jezebelle had used her as a hugging person... Not to mention... Looking down she noticed while Jezebelle had done a decent job at keeping the sheets and robe clean before cleaning her up it still was a mess... "I am soooo sorry..." She had a small little urge to apologize over and over again but she knew he would not care about the apology either way.

She was feeling overly emotional for some reason. She had no clue why... She remembered Jezebelle had cried for almost a week solid after having Brishen... She did not want to do that... She had heard from here sister woman often went through a depression stage that unless something else factored in went away fairly quickly... She did not want a week and from her past she was depressed... Oh no she was going to make a horrible mother... She felt the tears she had been holding back bubble up, she then noticed even if she was going to make a horrible mother at least he was alive... Everyone seemed so worried that knew about it anyways... At least he seemed well enough that he would be able to live to hate her... Better then dying. She then took a shaky breath and tried to calm herself. She probably was freaking Damon out with her emotional shifting. Hardly how she wanted to thank him...

She wanted to say something but all she could is look up and stare at him. She wanted to thank him again but she also wanted to apologize and tell him to sit down so he did not knock himself out and to tell him that she was thankful and... She was oh so very tired... Shifting Damian so he was in a hug with his head supported she hugged him gently. Feeling so happy everything for the most part worked out. Laying back she placed Damian carefully against her and placed an arm over her eyes trying to get rid of the burning of new tears. She needed to stop being so damn emotional... Biting her lip she removed her arm and just pouted. Not a sad pout but not a happy one either. She then looked at Damon again, this time staring once more. Only this time she did not look away. She had wondered what type of relationship they had since that night...

Seemed like harmless fun but she had grown attached to him in a way... Him, Lee, his brother all of it. Not that she would tell him that... Oh no never ever, that would be teasing material... She would never hear the end of it... It was true though, seeing it might as well have been him she placed a small smile on her lips to replace the pout. She then looked down at his shoes. She decided that even if he had no clue... She could pretend... He haaaad been there when that jerk off had not been... So really it should have been. Sighing after getting more of the turmoil of emotions silently out of her system she looked up at him again, "I apologize for everything and thank you so much... I know you are probably getting sick of it but I feel like words hardly can express my level of emotion right now..." Getting comfortable again she looked at him with the same stare, "You should probably sit down somewhere... You will hurt yourself if you fall..."

Happy to give the warning, and a better apology and thanks she fought between looking at Damian with wonderment and Damon with appreciation. He had no clue how much she was thankful of him now not that he would ever find out if she was sober... She knew it could never happen and end well but a girl could dream. Dream she would... After she made sure Damon was safely in a chair or on the bed, which she would have preferred but she was not going to force him into anything. Choosing to stare at him again it was not a slightly longing blank stare she had given him twice already but a badly hidden loving stare, at this rate she did not care if her eyes gave her away... She hardly thought he would noticed her eyes after everything else anyways... Hopefully anyways...