Arabella sat in solemn silence. In front of her, was a large mirror, stationed to watch her looks. The lady - the one who had come in the day or night before - was here again. Last night had been to take measurements, tonight seemed to be for testing makeup looks and products. Of a truth, she was tired. She had been tired since she first opened her eyes and found that she was away from her master. She was tired to living, tired of breathing, tired of sitting down, or rather, being strapped down to a chair. She was tired of the hopeless feeling tugging at her heartstrings and making fun of her, daring her to have faith. The one thing that made her more sick than anything else, was the smug grin of satisfaction on the face of the old man. She could see him as he stood in front of the mirror. His eyes wandered over her, down to the dress that rested off her shoulders. His dark eyes sparkled with more lust and greed. He liked what he saw, and the knowledge caused her stomach to rev

If was officially the day of the wedding. Arabella could not tell herself how she knew, seeing as the only source of light she ever saw was the lighting the old man turned on whenever he came around. But she had a feeling, oh yes. The eerie silence around her, the knowledge that there was a huge tendency her life was going to end in a couple of hours, the fear of losing her freedom and being away from her master forever, everything flooded her. The dried makeup on her face from hours ago felt heavy on her skin. She could still feel the sting from bruises all over her face, and the sores on her body. At that moment, Arabella hated herself. She wanted to dig her claws into her skin, and tear it apart bit by bit, until she bled to death. Death was a better option that being with the old man who had separated her from the man she had come to love the most, even more than herself; Master Klaus. The door was pushed open, and Arabella looked up from the ground, to stare at the intruder.

Several gunshots occupied the room, and even the space beyond. The air was dusty, it reeked of the sour smell of metal and dirt. He wondered why Arabella had been brought to a place like this. The man should have at least taken care of her. Maybe, just maybe he would not have been so mad. Klaus and Markus stood above a pile of already dead bodies, blood littered the ground around them. Once they had found a means to get their car out of the "desert", as Markus had called it, they decided to call for help from a friend, a demon who owed Markus quite a lot. They didn't say why, although they didn't need to. Every demon in the real knew of Klaus's "wild goose chase" for the woman he had shown off times without number. It was good to know this wasn't just another one of his many endless clues, this was for real. Arabella was here. Her presence enveloped him the moment he stepped his feet into the rusty gates of wherever the hell they were. "We should really search inside. I have

Klaus stood still, he watched her being lifted from his arms, and placed into a stretcher. He swallowed hard, his throat seemed to hurt from all the screaming he had done in the past few days, and hours. The drive to the hospital was barely thirty minutes. When they finally arrived, Klaus made it his point of duty, his sole aim, to make sure that the girl, Arabella, was properly taken care of. "Send the best doctor you have! I don't give a fuck about the cost!" He screamed into the eyes of the nurse, when she told him their best doctor was on duty in a different ward, and it would take "a lot" to change his workstation, as was the "hospital's policy." As they placed her into the stretcher, Klaus stood still, watching while his right nostril twitched. He did not want to admit it, but he was scared. The doctor he requested for had finally arrived. He did not know if the man was truly the best, but from the number of nurses that flocked around him, and the air of authority he possess

Klaus Lavon's lips thinned into a smile. He could see that Arabella was more than visibly shocked, she was astonished, stunned. Her jaws could barely close, her eyes threatened to shoot out of their sockets. She had every reason to be shocked, Klaus knew. He felt worse when he was told, the shock was still visible all over his face. He stretched his right hand to her right cheek, and tilted her chin to look at him. When her bulging eyes fixed on his, Klaus leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. "Calm down, Bella. There is nothing to be shocked about, okay? Do not let shock overwhelm you."As he spoke, her shoulders slipped down slowly. He could tell she was slowly starting to relax, but there were still a lot of questions in her eyes, a lot of emotions that sparkled in her golden brown orbs. "I…I don't understand." She started to stammer, still looking at him. "Human and demon babies are rare. I doubt I have ever heard of anyone before. Is the baby going to human or demon, o