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For me I felt huge, but truthfully it looked like I was half way through the pregnancy, and I kept worrying about the little fact that this wasn't going to be a normal pregnancy. As soon as I possessed this body, demon blood has been running through the body which is also running through the fetus. Demon blood has its magical properties it can heal a body, give an edge of demon power, but it also is very tainting, there was no hope that the unborn child was going to be born human. No. It was going to be a hybrid just like me, but I can only hope that it's more human than demon.
I was already getting attached to it going through precaution as I disappeared from the museum to get a big baggy hoodie to hide him and as another precaution I warded the hoodie so no one can sense the fetus in any way and in any magical sense. No one in the supernatural community or even human should know what I have done. Demons weren't made to be parents, demons where created from the pit and only came into being in different ways and circumstances but to come into being is the same, darkness , malicious intent, meeting true evil… My birth is not something I liked remembering but I was turned not made, but it kind of was the same thing.
The happiness that I felt a while ago was short lived, but that happiness, that moment told me that I was still going through this, that it'll be worth it, because this was a miracle, this was not abomination, for me the fetus was a little miracle. A demon having a baby! Who knew right!?
“I think I should be worried Sara,” a heavy male accent voice brought me back to attention. I focused at the charming man coming closer with his casual winter clothing.
“Did I just see yuh’ smilin' fondly?” the Cajun accented male asked in a teasing tone.
“I do smile fondly once in a while Jack,” I scold.
“Then why is that every time I see yuh’ you're always scoldin’?” He asked giving me his killer grin.
“The reason for that is that the circumstances were always in,” I give him a knowing business look.
“Alright then to business, we never can get a moment to get to know each other,” he pouted.
I then waved my hand to direct him to the sword, he smiles charmingly.
“Lead the way pretty lady,” he grinned as he looked me over. The up and down of his eyes made me shift uncomfortably.
“New meat-suite? Why the change Sara?” asked Jack to keep me to continue talking. Jack is one of those people who didn't like silence, he was a talker and the question didn't surprise me in fact I expected it.
“Ana my last meat-suite, my first,” I shared. “Couldn't keep it on forever, someone was missing the body, she deserved a proper burial,” I answered. That's a thing with demons we’re good at lying but keeping it vague and close to the truth is essential for fooling him.
“It was a nice meat-suite,” he said sadly.
“And what?” I said a little forcefully. “This isn't a nice body?”
“No, no,” he had his hands up in defense. “I just never pegged yuh’ for a ginger, I would have thought yuh’ would have kept with your Mexican heritage, too much of a Barbie in this meat-suite even though your hiding it with that big baggy hoodie,” he defended himself.
I reeled in my anger in surprise, I didn’t really think of much of how I looked when I was Ana, so snapping at him about how I looked was strange and worrying.
It was silence again and like I said Jack doesn't like silence.
“Hey, your new meat-suite put in some weight?” he asked and then he froze caught in his mistake.
“You do know weight is a sore subject for girls,” I growled out, but inside I was panicking. Pregnancy must be kept a secret.
“Right sorry again, I don't know what's up with me,” he blushed in embarrassment. I gave a blank stare back at him and stopped when we were finally in front of the cursed sword.
“Well there it is I'll be going now,” I was about to teleport out of there when he grabbed my arm.
“Sara I am sorry for being rude and that I made you mad,” he apologized.
“You do know no one can be mad at you Jack? Your forgiven I'm just really tired I've been up all night,” I looked at his eyes to see him relieved. The other thing about Jack is that he doesn't like being disliked.
And as soon as my friendly relationship with the Cajun was salvaged I high tailed out of there before he could try to be friendlier with me and find I was pregnant. I was going to have to stay away from the supernatural community for a while.
As I arrived at my apartment in Gotham, I started to finally relax I was up all night and so was the new body, I went to my warm bed to get some well-deserved sleep, and once my head touched the pillow I knocked out.
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I was slapped on the face and it didn't bother me, I've been through worse, but the feelings that coursed through me got me on edge, the fear of the man hitting me, Willis Todd. The red faced man who seemed to be building with rage.
“You stupid woman!” He yelled out at me.
“Willis,” Catherine’s voice escaped my mouth in worry. My demon side growled out at the memory, at the vision, at Catherine Todd. This man was trash and Catherine saw that, she knew she was being abused, she just loved the piece of trash too much, got attached and doomed herself.
“Don't you Willis me!” He spat as he kicked her. “Your pregnant, just another mouth to feed,” he growled out. My demon shifted into the memory in rage as he kicked my stomach, the baby, my baby! I lunged at him, but it past right through him in a change of memories. I was yelling at the police man who had Willis in the back of the car, they were taking him to jail where I was going to be alone in the apartment without Willis.
“You’re an idiot!” those words stabbed Catherine. Suddenly I was a little demon in Catherine shoulder, I was no longer the one experiencing her life in her eyes.
“You are going to be alone Catherine,” I spat. “You’re useless.”
Catherine stared at the cop’s car drove away, as they took her husband away. We were suddenly back at the apartment and it felt agonizing for Catherine and I laughed at what followed, she ran, suffered in the streets alone in Gotham, she got addicted to drugs again, she just couldn't deal with life. She ruined herself and I kept on putting her more down, by telling her she was weak, no one wanted her she was ugly and fat! She was just a stupid woman, a clingy woman and no one likes those.
We were back to the dirty alley where I found her dead she felt cold and I was back to being Catherine and I felt so cold.
“We’re dying,” I whispered my last words.
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My eyes flashed open and I sat up with a gasp of breath, I felt sad for Catherine Todd, and it brought a new hate for abusing husbands and drug dealers. But I also felt guilty for the vision, telling all those things to Catherine, playing with her self-esteem which was part of the reason she died. The demon in me came back in rage and disgust.
“She was weak and it was the truth don't empathize!” The demon in me growled.
I sighted at the little voice, it practically hated my empathy with a vengeance. I got up from bed feeling very hungry I teleported into my kitchen and thought that the only reason I was this hungry was because I had to eat for two now and the fact that Catherine hadn't ate anything decent in days. With my demon blood Catherine's body was no longer malnourished, but healing the body needed the energy that only food can give. I started preparing leftovers and put them to heat in the microwave as on the other side I made breakfast. I ate the leftovers once heated up as I continued to cook.
Once I stuffed the body full I went to go through more of my morning routine as I headed into the bathroom to take a shower. I caught a glimpse at Catherine’s beautiful face in the mirror, I compared it to the memory of Catherine as a human as she died in the alley. As a demon, as me, Catherine's body thrived it looked absolutely beautiful. Catherine was such a beautiful woman and it made me sad at what Catherine could have been if she just taken care of her body and thrown the piece of trash that was Willis Todd. I moved on taking my clothes off touching my tummy affectionately as I continued on taking shower.
Sometime later with clothes that where too big for my new body I was in my living room, the digital clock displayed in my DVD Player saying it was 3 pm. TV was on but I wasn't watching the TV, it was just background noise as I nested in the sofa and focused on the growing baby in my belly. Its heart thumped in an easy beat, strong and healthy it seemed content. I closed my eyes and I focused in all my being in the little guy who didn't seem sleepy because if it did its heartbeat would have been slower, it seemed to be happy and I couldn't stop the silly smile growing in my face. I don't know how long I sat there like fool, wasting time just focusing in every little movement the little guy made. I then stopped focusing on the fetus and got up, there was things to do, the fetus was bringing me big change and I needed to start making preparations. Oh yes I knew the next step and it was nesting, I had a new body and this apartment was only bought by an alias of mine, I had to nest as Catherine Todd. There was many things to do and I had my work cut out for me.
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I arrived at Catherine's old apartment and it was a mess, her whole apartment told me her life story, and was Catherine's life story a mess. I got Catherine's belongings that can be of use to us and there was only a handful of things (like her papers, social security #) I talked to land lady and paid the late pays and also debts that Catherine had. All in all I was cleaning Catherine’s mess in that one day. Most of Catherine’s clothes weren't my style, so I knew I was going to have to go shopping and then I had to donate the clothes that I had that I used when I was in Ana’s body. Nesting was tiring I was running on an obsessive instinct, working around the clock to make sure everything was perfect, thinking of backup plan after backup plan, checking on my other safe houses and mostly just being paranoid and with a month since possessing Catherine Todd’s body and becoming a mother, I knew it was time to stop being a hermit and that I needed to tell someone, to lay off some steam. This was not healthy and the fetus kept giving its displeasure with kicks and brooding.
“Alright fine,” I said to the baby that gave a satisfied aura. I looked around the clean apartment and teleported to meet my human best friend Talia al Ghul.
TBC