All Hail the Heartbreaker Chapter 6.2
Disclaimer: I don’t own Rachel or Ivy, mmm owning Ivy. *cough* ahem sorry about that where was I ? Oh yes I don’t own the hollows or the people in it.
A/N: this is the end of chapter 6. chapter 7 is being written as we speak and there will be no splitting it i promise. (fatal last words). Well i want to say thank you to everyone still reading this poor offering of a story. It has been over a year since i started and you have stuck with it faithfully despite the many failings of its author. I had wanted to update on the 8th which was the one year marked but i missed it - sorry.
Thank you so much to every person who reviews this story, without you it wouldn’t get written.
Thanks also go to my brilliant beta agmartin40, who despite writing her own story (which is over 250,000 words long!) still finds time to look at my stuff.
Previous chapters:
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five part one
Chapter five part two
Chapter six part one
P.S This is going to sound a bit random but I’m not sure what it is called elsewhere etc. so just to be on the safe side IVF, is In vitro Fertilization or test tube babies as it is sometimes called.
Grrr it is insisting this is too large to post as just one entry - yet this is the shortest chapter i have written - wtf???? so there is a link at the bottom
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Chapter 6 part 2 - Everybody wants to say the right words
I stared into the cold, curious eyes of Ivy’s mum. I had never met her before - hell I didn’t even know her name. And I was semi naked having just flashed my ass while lying on top of her daughter. This wasn’t going to be awkward at all. Mape released my arm, moving away and starting to talk to the other doctor as he worked on the truly terrible injury to Ivy's arm. I wobbled as my body struggled to support itself.
Quick as a flash Ivy's mum was there. She had just moved faster than I had ever seen her daughter move, I stumbled backwards as her hand reached for me. And then I was leaning on her, my back against her chest. I yelped like a school girl. Ivy's mother was slightly shorter than me; I was guessing I was maybe an inch or two taller. Still she supported me as if it was nothing. My bare ass was resting against her and I felt myself blush furiously. Bastard hospitals and their stupid fairy crap gowns. My friends exchanged looks and I caught their eyes trying to tell them with my eyes to stay out of this. I didn’t want them getting their throats ripped out as well.
She moved sideways, her arm sliding across my shoulders holding me steady as her body stopped supporting me. I tried to stop the shiver running down my spine. I knew I should be panicking, but I didn’t seem to have it in me to be scared anymore. I felt strangely calm in her arms despite the fact she was a stranger. Sneaky vamp must be releasing pheromones to manipulate me.
I frowned, my scars weren’t tingling. I took a deep breath and then I knew why I felt calm, she smelled like Ivy. Not exactly like her but very close, it smelled like home.
“So you’re the black witch. I thought you would at least be pretty, still I suppose you’ll look nice enough with a bit of work. I have to say I expected more in the way of presence, you feel plain.” She paused for a moment and glanced at Ivy.
“I can’t tell what she sees in you that’s worth throwing her life away for. You have talent, it’s true everyone knows that. But you’re powerless. You would have been dead and buried years ago if not for her.” If her daughter’s voice was grey silk then her mother’s was a velvet caress that ran across your skin. She seemed cold and uncaring but the arm holding me steady was soft and gentle.
I stared at her. I mean really what can you say to that? Besides she sort of had a point, I was fairly plain and Ivy had kept me alive. I knew that compared to the type of women that Ivy could attract, I really wasn’t that good of a catch. Hell, if I couldn’t see what Ivy saw in me then I couldn’t exactly expect anyone else to.
Her left hand was still on the back of my shoulder supporting me. Her eyes carefully examined my face before dipping to my neck. A finger gently caressed the top of the bandages, tracing the exact lines the blonde bitch’s teeth had left on me. I shuddered, my knees nearly giving way, and her hand shifted keeping me upright.
“Hmm. All of your injuries are the result of Marissa?” I opened my eyes to find her staring at me. I don’t think she had blinked once yet and it was creepy as hell.
“I didn’t get a name”
She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. I sighed “Yes, they’re all from the vamp that attacked me.” My jaw was slowly starting to throb again, whatever had been keeping the pain at bay was starting to wear off.
She sighed, turning gracefully to stand next to me and looked at her daughter. “I suppose I can understand why she chose to try and kill Marissa alone without waiting for me. I take it you have decided to stop resisting my daughter’s charms?”
To say this conversation was making me feel unbalanced would be an understatement. “Err yes, I, um care for Ivy.” God that sounded lame. Wait, did she say Ivy went after the vamp alone?
“You intend to have a relationship with Ivy?” There was an odd tone to her voice which made the hairs on the back of my neck tremble.
I swallowed hard and tried to straighten my back. “Yes, I mean, I think so. We - Ivy and me - really need to talk.” Oh way to sound decisive, Rachel. This was turning into a disaster of a first meeting, even by my low standards.
“Have you ever considered having children? It would have to be Ivy's of course. However perhaps you could carry it, I can arrange for a living vampire from a good family to provide the sperm. You and Ivy could have your own little family.”
“I, we, I'm not. I can’t have children.” Was this really happening or had I finally gone completely mad? Had I been hit on the head one time too many? I'm a runner, I can take down demons. Surely I should be able to handle just talking to Ivy's mum.
“IVF might be a possibility. We would have to look into it more carefully and of course it would have to be Ivy's eggs but I'm sure if you asked she wouldn’t deny you.”
I felt more disorientated than if someone had hit me with a truck, and I say that as someone who actually has been hit by a truck. I knew she didn’t approve of me; her assessment of me hadn’t exactly been complimentary. So why in the ever after was she suggesting we have kids?
Doctor Mape was coming over to us, I assumed to check on the vague choking noises I was making.
“Ms. Morgan, Mrs. Tamwood. We are going to have to operate in order to try and remove the length of steel lodged in her arm. We’re also concerned about internal bleeding and the surgeon may have to open her up in order to fix it. Unfortunately it is likely that they will need to amputate the arm.”
“I’m afraid I cannot allow that.” Mrs. Tamwood’s voice was hard as ice as she stared at Mape. I felt an arm around my waist gently pulling me backwards and I gratefully followed it, finding myself secured in between Cali and Serena. Thank god Ivy’s mum had let me go, for a moment the arm around my shoulders had gripped me harder. But she had allowed me to be pulled away from her after that.
“What do you mean Mrs. Tamwood?”
“Ivy requires both her arms.”
“Most people do. However most people, given the choice between losing their life or an arm, chose to lose an arm.”
“Most people won’t get up and carry on living the morning after they die.”
They looked like they were on the verge of killing each other. Which was ridiculous, since the only one dying would be Mape. Serena cleared her throat and twin glares stared at us.
“What are her chances of surviving if you don’t amputate?” Serena had voiced the question the rest of us were too cowardly to ask. Dr. Mape opened her voice to answer but it was the male doctor, Lipsky, who replied.
“Low”
“How low?” Serena’s voice and mine asked at the same time.
“Pray for a miracle low.” Mape shot him a glare at that but didn’t refute it.
Mother Tamwood was arguing with the doctors but I tuned them out. There had to be a way to save Ivy without her losing her arm. I was a witch whose blood could kindle demon magic for turn’s sake. I could turn into a wolf - I had a whole new freaking skin because of it.
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A/N: this is the end of chapter 6. chapter 7 is being written as we speak and there will be no splitting it i promise. (fatal last words). Well i want to say thank you to everyone still reading this poor offering of a story. It has been over a year since i started and you have stuck with it faithfully despite the many failings of its author. I had wanted to update on the 8th which was the one year marked but i missed it - sorry.
Thank you so much to every person who reviews this story, without you it wouldn’t get written.
Thanks also go to my brilliant beta agmartin40, who despite writing her own story (which is over 250,000 words long!) still finds time to look at my stuff.
Previous chapters:
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five part one
Chapter five part two
Chapter six part one
P.S This is going to sound a bit random but I’m not sure what it is called elsewhere etc. so just to be on the safe side IVF, is In vitro Fertilization or test tube babies as it is sometimes called.
Grrr it is insisting this is too large to post as just one entry - yet this is the shortest chapter i have written - wtf???? so there is a link at the bottom
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Chapter 6 part 2 - Everybody wants to say the right words
I stared into the cold, curious eyes of Ivy’s mum. I had never met her before - hell I didn’t even know her name. And I was semi naked having just flashed my ass while lying on top of her daughter. This wasn’t going to be awkward at all. Mape released my arm, moving away and starting to talk to the other doctor as he worked on the truly terrible injury to Ivy's arm. I wobbled as my body struggled to support itself.
Quick as a flash Ivy's mum was there. She had just moved faster than I had ever seen her daughter move, I stumbled backwards as her hand reached for me. And then I was leaning on her, my back against her chest. I yelped like a school girl. Ivy's mother was slightly shorter than me; I was guessing I was maybe an inch or two taller. Still she supported me as if it was nothing. My bare ass was resting against her and I felt myself blush furiously. Bastard hospitals and their stupid fairy crap gowns. My friends exchanged looks and I caught their eyes trying to tell them with my eyes to stay out of this. I didn’t want them getting their throats ripped out as well.
She moved sideways, her arm sliding across my shoulders holding me steady as her body stopped supporting me. I tried to stop the shiver running down my spine. I knew I should be panicking, but I didn’t seem to have it in me to be scared anymore. I felt strangely calm in her arms despite the fact she was a stranger. Sneaky vamp must be releasing pheromones to manipulate me.
I frowned, my scars weren’t tingling. I took a deep breath and then I knew why I felt calm, she smelled like Ivy. Not exactly like her but very close, it smelled like home.
“So you’re the black witch. I thought you would at least be pretty, still I suppose you’ll look nice enough with a bit of work. I have to say I expected more in the way of presence, you feel plain.” She paused for a moment and glanced at Ivy.
“I can’t tell what she sees in you that’s worth throwing her life away for. You have talent, it’s true everyone knows that. But you’re powerless. You would have been dead and buried years ago if not for her.” If her daughter’s voice was grey silk then her mother’s was a velvet caress that ran across your skin. She seemed cold and uncaring but the arm holding me steady was soft and gentle.
I stared at her. I mean really what can you say to that? Besides she sort of had a point, I was fairly plain and Ivy had kept me alive. I knew that compared to the type of women that Ivy could attract, I really wasn’t that good of a catch. Hell, if I couldn’t see what Ivy saw in me then I couldn’t exactly expect anyone else to.
Her left hand was still on the back of my shoulder supporting me. Her eyes carefully examined my face before dipping to my neck. A finger gently caressed the top of the bandages, tracing the exact lines the blonde bitch’s teeth had left on me. I shuddered, my knees nearly giving way, and her hand shifted keeping me upright.
“Hmm. All of your injuries are the result of Marissa?” I opened my eyes to find her staring at me. I don’t think she had blinked once yet and it was creepy as hell.
“I didn’t get a name”
She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. I sighed “Yes, they’re all from the vamp that attacked me.” My jaw was slowly starting to throb again, whatever had been keeping the pain at bay was starting to wear off.
She sighed, turning gracefully to stand next to me and looked at her daughter. “I suppose I can understand why she chose to try and kill Marissa alone without waiting for me. I take it you have decided to stop resisting my daughter’s charms?”
To say this conversation was making me feel unbalanced would be an understatement. “Err yes, I, um care for Ivy.” God that sounded lame. Wait, did she say Ivy went after the vamp alone?
“You intend to have a relationship with Ivy?” There was an odd tone to her voice which made the hairs on the back of my neck tremble.
I swallowed hard and tried to straighten my back. “Yes, I mean, I think so. We - Ivy and me - really need to talk.” Oh way to sound decisive, Rachel. This was turning into a disaster of a first meeting, even by my low standards.
“Have you ever considered having children? It would have to be Ivy's of course. However perhaps you could carry it, I can arrange for a living vampire from a good family to provide the sperm. You and Ivy could have your own little family.”
“I, we, I'm not. I can’t have children.” Was this really happening or had I finally gone completely mad? Had I been hit on the head one time too many? I'm a runner, I can take down demons. Surely I should be able to handle just talking to Ivy's mum.
“IVF might be a possibility. We would have to look into it more carefully and of course it would have to be Ivy's eggs but I'm sure if you asked she wouldn’t deny you.”
I felt more disorientated than if someone had hit me with a truck, and I say that as someone who actually has been hit by a truck. I knew she didn’t approve of me; her assessment of me hadn’t exactly been complimentary. So why in the ever after was she suggesting we have kids?
Doctor Mape was coming over to us, I assumed to check on the vague choking noises I was making.
“Ms. Morgan, Mrs. Tamwood. We are going to have to operate in order to try and remove the length of steel lodged in her arm. We’re also concerned about internal bleeding and the surgeon may have to open her up in order to fix it. Unfortunately it is likely that they will need to amputate the arm.”
“I’m afraid I cannot allow that.” Mrs. Tamwood’s voice was hard as ice as she stared at Mape. I felt an arm around my waist gently pulling me backwards and I gratefully followed it, finding myself secured in between Cali and Serena. Thank god Ivy’s mum had let me go, for a moment the arm around my shoulders had gripped me harder. But she had allowed me to be pulled away from her after that.
“What do you mean Mrs. Tamwood?”
“Ivy requires both her arms.”
“Most people do. However most people, given the choice between losing their life or an arm, chose to lose an arm.”
“Most people won’t get up and carry on living the morning after they die.”
They looked like they were on the verge of killing each other. Which was ridiculous, since the only one dying would be Mape. Serena cleared her throat and twin glares stared at us.
“What are her chances of surviving if you don’t amputate?” Serena had voiced the question the rest of us were too cowardly to ask. Dr. Mape opened her voice to answer but it was the male doctor, Lipsky, who replied.
“Low”
“How low?” Serena’s voice and mine asked at the same time.
“Pray for a miracle low.” Mape shot him a glare at that but didn’t refute it.
Mother Tamwood was arguing with the doctors but I tuned them out. There had to be a way to save Ivy without her losing her arm. I was a witch whose blood could kindle demon magic for turn’s sake. I could turn into a wolf - I had a whole new freaking skin because of it.
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