The Doctor is In [OPEN]

[phineas]

As has become typical to see in New Vegas at dusk, at least in the hospitals, Doctor Phineas Waldorf Steel is found walking the halls and checking each of the charts outside of the rooms. His uniform tended to put people off, so few of the staff ever actually approached him. His expression was stoic and absolutely unreadable (only made worse for the fact his eyes could not be seen) and generally he seemed unapproachable. Calm, even steps proved he was unhurried and paused for each chart, picking it up and flipping through the pages quickly before replacing it and looking to the next.

Whatever he was looking for was not yet found. Though, it neither angered the man nor effected his stride or straight posture.

He cared nothing for these patients. None of anything he saw was of any interest to a mind like his, so why waste his precious time? It was the only thing he could never get back, time. Time and energy were both very important to him, both were oft wasted on silly pursuits of foolishness. He could not tolerate foolishness, yet it was so rampant. A vexing issue, but all of his so called issues were vexing to him. Things beyond his control and dominion.

This, again, reaffirmed the truth that he should rule the world. There would be no more of such vexing things. He would see to it.

His entire body gave pause as he lifted the next chart and looked over it. Reaching up and stroking his glove encased fingers along the goatee slowly. Turning his head to one side and lifting his hand, index finger and middle finger extended.

A nurse, also wearing an old world nurse's uniform that went quite well with his own attire stepped forward from the shadows. A rich, deep baritone voice intoned gently to the woman. "This human is showing signs of brain damage. I wish to follow the progress. See to it. Once these...charlatans actually realize the human has brain damage, you will relocate their care to my dominion." The nurse nodded her head and took the chart as he held it to one side almost uncaringly.

-The human brain,- Dr. Steel walked without looking at another chart, musing to himself. -What a fantastic machine. And very much of interest to me. There are still secrets locked within the squishy gray confines. I come close to saying it is a perfect machine...yet as I look around I see so many examples of it's flawed nature. Perhaps with this one, I will be a step closer to finding some key to perfection and be able to fix this flawed world...and then set myself to be it's ruler. As it is only proper that I do so. No one else is as qualified with experience and genius as I...-

His reverie was broken as one of the staff stepped into his path to get his attention. The corners of his lips turning downward in a very natural frown of disapproval. "Dr. Steel, I don't mean to disturb you but I was told to deliver this." "Nonsense, you mean very well to disturb me, else you would not be standing in my way." Snatching the letter in the nurse's hand and opening it. Browsing the contents before nodding his head.

Ignoring the nurse as he walks past, his stride still the same as it was, but one arm settled at the small of his back with a bit more purpose. "Nurse Jennings, you will obtain my lobotomy equipment, please. Bring it to the examination room. It seems a human has grown...careless with their destructive urges. We shall have an audience, so do be sure not to fumble your steps and be prompt."

The nurse turned and nearly ran as he continues. Prompt meant he wanted to have them ready as he walked into the room he would be performing in. Tardiness was simply not an option.

- - -

"Ironically, the simplest method was the same as it's inception in 1935. Though, previous there had been many attempts nearly a century though quite crude. The orbitoclast..." Holding up what looked like an ice pick, "...is inserted in the tear duct and angled upward into the brain. The length is typically marked out on the orbitoclast to approximately the connections of the pre frontal cortex. There are orbitoclast for different ages, of course, as the length and development do change over a human's existence. The lobotomy is, in essence, cutting the connections to and from the prefrontal cortex, the anterior part of the frontal lobes of the brain. The procedure lost popularity since the creation of anti psychotic drugs, unfortunately, since the 'events' such drugs are rare and hard to come by.

There are few ill effects to the patient. They become...complacent. They are able to follow simple instruction, have little to no memory, or at least not the ability to facilitate those memories in a way that can be perceived typically. Essentially the patient becomes a sort of shell. Catatonic though still capable of existing."

Dr. Steel steps up beside the man thrashing in his bonds. "What is so remarkable is that the procedure requires nothing more than a few moments of a master's skilled hand." Turning to the man and bending over slightly as he placed the point of the tool to the tear duct and shifts his grip before it slides within. The man screams fall silent almost immediately and Steel removes the instrument. "Doctors in those times were able to perform up to twenty to thirty of these procedures a day. As you can see, it takes no time at all. This human will still be able to donate blood without any risk to those around him or himself. Though he will require constant care, it is not much different than tending to a pet."

Turning in the large circular room and looking to the viewing balcony elevated above himself before making a half bow. "I hope all attending have learned something and if there are any questions I shall be lingering or can be found in my office."

[angelique]

Angelique had been waiting for the call that Simon was done. They had nicknamed him Simon Says because when he spoke it was as if others automatically did what he said. Generally Angelique went with him to the hospital but this time she had business to attend to and he had said they weren't going to do anything with needles. Simon had a fear of needles and so Angelique had become a companion to help him with his fear. Strange a human afraid of needles in this day and age.

She kept looking at the phone through the whole meeting and hours had ticked by without a word from Simon. Had he gotten a ride home? She continued to deal with this meeting but when it was finished she hurriedly got everything together and walked out of the room. She climbed behind the wheel of her car. Granted she usually had a driver but she was in a hurry and didn't want to deal with getting a hold of him.

She rushed to the hospital knowing something was wrong. If Simon were going to have to be longer he generally called her. All of her employees even her blood slaves were treated like friends with her and were in open communication with her. She got worried over them all since now she didn't know what would happen especially after what had happened with Thor and then her cycle having hit her hard.

She quickly parked the car and got out just as quickly. She moved to the door with her long skirt sliding along her legs. A few people turned to the woman as she walked briskly. Some looked startled to see her. Her long black hair slid along her back and shoulders like shadows with red mixed in giving her pale features an even paler look. The black tanktop hugged her form perfectly even as her eyes darted around until she came to the desk.

"I'm looking for Simon Sephiril?" The nurse narrowed her eyes on Angelique and spoke with a smirk. "He's in with Dr. Steel." Angelique's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Why Dr. Steel?" The nurse chuckled cruelly then. "He's doing a lobotomy." With that Angelique began to run. "I will kill you on my way out, you bitch!" She called behind her and it wasn't a threat. It was a promise. She ran in a blurring speed then hoping she wasn't too late. She slowed down in confusion until a nurse recognized her. "I'm looking for Dr. Steel!" The nurse pointed to the door with Observation Room on it.

She opened the door but saw Dr. Steel as he pulled what was described as an ice pick from Simon's head. She screamed at Dr. Steel. "Noooo!" She jumped down to be on the same level as him. "Steel! How could you?!" She reached down as she pushed past Dr. Steel to reach for Simon. She put her hand underneath his chin and lifted his head. "Simon..." She whispered softly. But she knew he would never be the same.

She turned on her heel and began to move to Dr. Steel with anger blazing in her eyes. "What right did you have to harm MY blood slave?" She growled at him. "You have no right to touch what is mine without my sole permission!" She hissed between clenched teeth. She despised lobotomies with a passion since her own father had tried to get one done on her when she wouldn't be a good girl. Her fiance had told her father no or the marriage would be off since he loved her for her. "How dare you, Steel? And the answer better be a damn good one as well!"

[phineas]

Dr. Steel placed the equipment onto a tray and gestured for it to be cleaned before he stepped towards the sink, intent on washing everything from his gloves. He heard the scream from the Observational stands, but it didn't stop him from turning on the water and beginning the scrub of his favorite gloves. He ignored whomever it was shouting at him and finished his scrub and turned off the water. A quick dry before he finally turned to see who was creating such a melodramatic scene over a human. He recognized the Council Woman, though he couldn't remember ever having spoken with her.

She would only be able to see herself reflected in his goggles as he folded the drying cloth and held it out for his personal nurse to take and set aside. "Council Woman Marovich, I'm sure I don't have any idea to which you are speaking of." He turned his head, showing no signs of any sort of emotion and the nurse handed over a clip board for him and he took it from her gently and adjusted his goggles.

"Simon Sephiril has been documented as a violent man beyond any sort of rehab. Since psychological drugs are in such short supply I was ordered by Dr. Haverstein to administer a lobotomy at 7 pm..." Pausing as he looked at his watch, "Today, which was five minutes ago. If you have some sort of complaint of the procedure, which was done perfectly and with little pain to the patient, then I suggest you speak to Dr. Haverstein." Lifting his head to supposedly look at Angelique before offering her the clip board for her to see for herself.

"Even personal blood slaves which demonstrate signs of violence are either ordered for rehabilitation or for lobotomy. Your status within the nation has no bearing on this matter. Though, I will suggest that you calm yourself of this...emotional display as it is both unseemly and unnecessary. It also accomplishes nothing. Now, if you calm yourself we can discuss things further if you require it, but I don't see what the issue at hand is." This said as he adjusts his gloves before he clasps his wrists at the small of his back.

At no point does he show concern, distress or even anger. Angelique may as well be shouting at a statue. Waiting a moment before turning his head to his nurse and considering for a moment. "Would you please gather all of the documentation on Simon Sephiril? Including the official documentation of order. I have a feeling that Council Woman Marovich will not accept anything less than that." The woman glanced to Angelique for a split second before bowing her head and briskly walking away. Dr. Steel turned back to Angelique and held out his hand in gesture that she is free to step in front of him. "Shall we at least adjourn to my office where there are far less eyes prying? I am not in the habit of causing such...demonstrations or being apart of them."

And please, Dr. Steel is my official title and I appreciate it's use while I am 'on the clock'." With that, he turned and exited the Observation Room and walked along the maze of halls back towards his office. Once there, he opened the door for her and stepped in behind her. "Once Nurse Jennings returns with all the necessary paperwork, I'm sure you will see I was within full rights to perform the procedure." Calm as autumn morning as he walks behind his desk and takes a seat.

His office looked like something out of some kind of mix of medical and industrial and Victorian all trhown together in a rather insane sort of style. It suited him perfectly. Anatomical models had notes scribbled on the time worn plastic and every wall was lined with books and what looked like medical journals penned by hand, one could only assume penned by his hand. There was a medical table off to the eastern wall and on it was a deconstructed doll that looked like he was adding mechanical motors to it as if to simulate life from the machine. Dark brass and steel colors were conflicting with black and crimson furniture and draping.

[angelique]

Angelique was furious as Hell. Her anger was pliable and could be breathed in as it seemed to ooze off of her even as Dr. Steel spoke with her. "Oh, you better get an idea of what I speak of for trust me I will have your head by daylight on a silver platter." She growled low as if she were so angry the words were barely humanly spoken. Her teeth snapped with her every word and she spoke in a whisper since screaming had no effect and the men and women in observation were looking down on them.

"He was never violent towards me. He was well paid for for his violent nature for those that wanted it! And I was in his emergency contact to be called if anything ever occurred." She didn't have a watch so she looked over at the wall clock and her eyes closed even as she felt like she was going to throw up. A scent had caught her nose and whatever it was was making her want to gag.

She took a few deep breaths trying to gain her control back. "I will have a word with him most definitely." She spoke offhandedly as if he were an insect that would be dead by morning. Yes, the good Dr. Haverstein would be dead by morning. Even as she stared at her own reflection she made her thoughts clear. Her hand came to her stomach as the smell came again. She took the clipboard with her free hand and took her hand from her stomach as she flipped through the pages.

"Yes, I know but you would need the signature of the owner of the blood slave before you can do anything that effects the blood slave. Is that not true? I did not sign a damn thing. You will treat me with respect for I will not be frowned down on for any vocalization or opinion that I deem to display at any given time. Unseemly or unnecessary as you deem it to be. I am the Council Woman Angelique Marovich. Trust me as well if I wanted something accomplished it wouldn't take long at all." She spoke offhandedly again as if that didn't matter at all. What had mattered was Simon wasn't Simon anymore.

"Yes, I would like to see ALL the documentation for MY blood slave. Which means that he was owned by me. So my written approval was necessary before anything should have been done. And of course I wouldn't accept anything less. I work with our governing board right with the other Council Members." She stepped in front of Dr. Steel and each step she made was quiet and she was silently contemplating her next move. If she had it her way she would destroy this place completely. But even Thor wouldn't like that much. She turned to look at Dr. Steel. "What in the hell is that smell?"

She groaned putting a hand to her stomach and winced some even as she continued to walk. "I don't like doctors. Never have." She groaned softly even as they made it to the office and she sat down without preamble. She felt like she was going to be ill. She was feeling really ill all of a sudden but she took deep breaths calming herself. Was the smell coming from the kitchen? "What is being cooked?" She asked softly. She should be angry but she was fighting not to gag. "Do you mind if I take the paperwork home with me? I want to be sure. I will wait for you to make copies and will bring back the originals..."

She looked up at Dr. Steel. That scent was making her stomach turn and making her want to groan but she was fighting it. "That smell is disgusting me very much." This was not normal. Could there be something wrong with her? She was being ill over a scent?

[phineas]

"I assure you I am not trying to offend or disrespect you, Council Woman Marovich. I am simply stating that anger will not aid you in getting the information you want...are you well?" Watching as Angelique went from clutching her stomach to groaning and complaining of some phantom smell. Sniffing a moment before looking at her a little more closely. "Lady Marovich, I smell nothing...would you allow me to make a basic examination on you? The paperwork will not take long to retrieve and the examination would be non-intrusive." There was something wrong with the woman. The loss of a blood slave should not be doing this to a vampire, even an overly emotional one.

Standing from his seat and stepping over towards her, "Describe the pain you are experiencing please, as detailed as you can." Reaching into one of his pockets and using his pen light to examine the dilation response of her pupils. Listening to her describe the nausea and cramping and considering for a few silent moments, "Have you been feeling overtly tired? Or easily exhausted of late?" He had heard of certain vampires picking up on different scents and with the added nausea and cramping...well, he was a genius for a reason. His perception and knowledge was without peer.

"Will you entertain a suspicion and put a drop of blood on this, please?" Standing and taking a small slide from his pocket and offering it to her. He'd know for certain at the taste of her blood. "Your health is currently more important than what I think may have happened with your blood slave. Please...I will see to it that everything is taken care of to your satisfaction. You are, of course, correct, Dr. Haverstein would need your signature to be able to summon me for my services. Is there anyone in the hospital that would have access to such paperwork that has a reason to wish to see you suffer the loss of a blood slave?"

Phineas had a few sneaking suspicions running through his head. One is that Angelique Marovich's signature had been forged. That was the simplest route to take, but it meant that anyone could have done it that had even remedial access to the proper paperwork. Of course, if Dr. Haverstein was intentionally wishing to cause harm to the Council, personally, he was far more stupid than Dr. Steel initially thought. It was easily traceable and the punishment would be beyond what any person, living or undead, would be willing to pay. No, it had to be someone smaller.

"I will see to it that all the paperwork is copied and delivered to your estate by my personal assistant. Back to your sudden pains and this smell...well, there are a few theories. I have seen something similar about a century or so back, but I do not wish to say without being entirely certain, you understand." Watching her from behind those goggles for a moment before walking over and shifting a fan he'd recently repaired and adjusts it so that it is facing the door and adding a current to help dissipate whatever smell she's picking up.

[angelique]

Angelique's eyes narrowed even as he spoke of not trying to offend or disrespect her. She heard the question of is she was well. She was well, right? He couldn't smell that scent? "Do you have any sense of smell? It's so strong." She stated bluntly and quizzically not caring if she wasn't being nice about the question. But she couldn't possibly be the only one who could smell that insistent smell.

She saw him or rather saw the goggled face looking at her more closely. "A basic examination? I am not insane if that is what you are thinking. So what if I have a sensitive nose and can smell something you cannot." She thought that was what he was contemplating. "Doesn't mean anything truly. Just that I caught a scent that is still lingering while you did not..." She looked up at him almost unsure. Why would he want to examine her? Plenty of beings felt ill here and there, right?

She watched as Dr. Steel towered over her. She saw the light shined into her eyes. "I think I should be going... You are not going to make me seem insane, sir." She started to stand up but realized she couldn't with him in the way and sat back down. "Tired? All the time. Easily exhausted? Of course. But those still are not terms associated with insanity in a degree of complete insanity. If anything they are minor problems with the insane. As for the pain it's mostly cramping as if a gag reflex and holding it back. Look all better now!"

But she blinked as he asked for a drop of blood. "This isn't to test for insanity, is it? No, you are looking for something more. Fine I will cater to your delusions." She brought her finger to her fang and slit across her thumb before dropping a drop on the slide. And fine. I will entertain you just to see what it is you find. It may just be a side effect from something I did not too long ago." Playing in the sun underneath a couple covers to save Thor on top of Valhalla. "And I don't know. With all things considered I do not know what any plan anymore."

She was getting slightly confused by the mixture of questions. First on her health then back to Simon and then some more on her health. She watched as he walked over and shifts a fan and the smell slowly slid away and she took a breath. "Someone must have just used something that didn't sit well with me is all." She started to stand and inch her way to the door. There was no way she was going to be diagnosed with insanity by a doctor that had just sent an object into her blood slave's head. "I think I will stop and talk to Gabriel or Thor of what has happened. Or my friend at Lust. He will take care of it."

She spoke with a smile slowly forming though it held an unsureness to it. "We will just act as if nothing has happened, yes?" She met his goggled gaze and waited for a response.

[phineas]

"Why do you assume I am asking about your mental health? Lady Marovich, I will have you know that I am mastered in nearly all fields of medical specialization. I have spent the many, many years of my unlife in medical colleges around the world learning everything I could of medicine, disease, surgery and numerous other things. I am not just interested in the psychological mind but the physical body as well." Adjusting the front of his lab coat, feathers ruffled a little bit that she assumed he was just a simple shrink.

Rather than put the drop of blood under a slide, he actually licked it and tilted his head to one side. Lips pursing for a moment. He actually shakes his head, "Lady Marovish, I will ask you to sit down. Your sense of smell will only continue to pick up things others do not, because your senses are becoming fine tuned. It happens often in predators when they are...at risk. This is mostly due to hormones being pumped into your system, otherwise a simple defense mechanism. Even humans who are expecting have been known to show signs of increased awareness of the world around them. Hardly a predator, though." Her blood told him anything, so rich with hormones that his suspicions were easily confirmed.

"Of course, vampires don't ovulate as humans do, since our bodies age in such a slow rate, one month in your body is approximately one hundred years. And because vampires' bodies are essentially starved for blood, female vampire do not release blood when they are in their cycles." Dr. Steel set the slide onto his desk before looking directly at her once more. "Council Woman Angelique Marovich...you are with child. I am 99% certain of it. It is rare for a vampire to conceive, but not impossible. I heard of a child being born about a hundred or so years back. It is very hard on the mother and the child rarely lives beyond the first year. However, with proper medical assistance, I don't see why I could not increase your chances. I will offer my services to you, but only if I can monitor the progress for the possibility of future pregnancies. As I'm sure you can guess there has never been a documented case of vampiric pregnancy on a medical level."

He watched as she seemed anxious to leave his office, he could sense a high distrust from her. Though, he couldn't honestly blame her. He had, in effect, illegally destroyed her blood slave. (Though no fault of his own, of course.) The idea of being in charge of her pregnancy and being able to make a detailed medical record of it certainly piqued his interest. She seemed a 'bleeding heart' type so his adding that his record would be of future use to other pregnant females should soften her to his desire.

Her reflection was pristine in his goggles and he wore them for a reason. No one knew how old he was and as well as he could hold his facial expressions to a statue like blandness...his eyes could be read in ways he disliked. He also thought it looked good and tended to put others off.

"Of course, I'm sure you are aware of who the father is. There are very few children amongst vampires, and their power tends to be something of a blend between the parents. If the father is of an age close to your own, Council Woman...you may very well have a very...potent boy or girl coming to this world soon."

The nurse walked back in with all of the paperwork in arm for the procedure performed earlier and Dr. Steel moved and took it from the woman to begin quickly shuffling through the pages. "Ah, here it is. Yes, the paperwork seems all in place, here is the permissions request, supposedly signed by yourself." He held out the document before turning to Jennings, "You will take all of this and have it copied. The originals will be placed in my personal vault to prevent tampering, one set is to be hand delivered by you to Lady Marovich's estate and another to the VSF. Inform them that Angelique Marovich's signature was forged and that this entire procedure is falsified...though it has been carries out. Unless, you disagree with sending this to the VSF? Once the culprit or culprits have been found...I can have them placed in my...care. I assure you that they will be...regretting their decisions." Looking to Angelique with one raised eyebrow.[/color]

[angelique]

"Because... All things considered look around at what I have seen you do tonight. Not exactly the most friendly of moments." Angelique spoke softly and frowned at him. "Besides what does it matter what I think of your professions?" She wanted to get away from this doctor and soon. He made her nervous. She wanted to go and curl up somewhere. In her bed.

She watched him lick the blood drop. Her lips parted some because she was hungry. But not any will do at all. Her stomach turned at the thought of biting anyone so far other than Gabriel and Archer. She just stared at him as he began to explain. She didn't bother to sit down but then she figured she might as well hear him out. "You hurt me you will regret it." She murmured as she finally took a seat.

What was he getting at exactly? Yes, she understood the words but she wasn't really putting them together. But then she was looking to the door before her head turned and she was looking at him in shock. "Not true!" She got out finally. "Excuse me but I do not like your cruel jests!" She was angry but as she stood she fell back into the chair as she had gotten dizzy. She looked up at the last of his words and thought it over.

She continued to listen as the man spoke and she realized he had to be telling her the truth and he seemed dead set on watching her progress. She heard him speak of a father. "Actually I am not sure whom the father is..." She looked up into his goggled eyes. "Look you must be real busy but I really should go." Who could the father be? "Let me think on it." Or rather ask around about you.

Though she still hadn't moved trying to figure out who the father may be and what had been showing with protective instinct or so she had thought. Things were so confusing. Five could be the father. "On one condition you can be my doctor. There will be no mention of the father at all. I mean none at all. In the book or otherwise. You just want the development not the genetics. Is it a deal or not?"

She ran her hand along her thin stomach as if unsure of how to react to this. Things were getting so confusing and she was unsure of how to react to any of it. She thought it over though as he mentioned involving the VSF. "You and I could get in trouble if we do not send it to them. But... I am sure if you being the good doctor want to diagnose the culprit or culprits they cannot disagree, correct?" She smirked at this. And either way the culprit or culprits wouldn't make it to VSF offices when Vengeance heard of this.

But she wasn't saying the last at all. "They will be regretting it either way. Things happen that cannot be changed." She murmured with a slight grin. But then the grin faded. "But yes, I will take you on as a doctor if you agree with my terms. It wouldn't be good if the truth of all the fathers was common knowledge as it happens." She looked sternly at him and not backing down at the very least on that score. She starts to stand pushing herself up with the arms of the chair before straightening.

"Seems I have a few to go hunt down to give such wonderful news." She wasn't sure how each of them would react at all. She gave a soft sound of frustration. She tilted her head some. "This child could be very different than others." She told him. An angel or four vampires. Could angels get a woman with child? Better be safe than sorry. Why would Drake want to have sex with her? There had to be something different concerning this child. He knew she would be pregnant but there had to be some reason behind it.

"Now I should really be heading to do what needs to be done. As it so happens. I figure get the shock out of the way first."

[phineas]

He just stood there and looked at her for a long moment and let her speak. Honestly, according to him, her opinions and thoughts were about as consequential as the opinions and thoughts of a mouse. "The VSF are quite aware of how I handle my business. Any resource that I take from them I can replace in less than a year. The loss of a nurse and possibly a doctor will be nothing." Shrugging a shoulder, "They cannot afford to risk me leaving New Vegas."

He listened to her conditions and reached up and touched a gloved finger to his temple. "I literally care nothing of the father. Honestly I care nothing for anyone beyond a choice few people. Even then, I'd hardly call it 'caring'. That is not to say I won't take care of a person...it's just situational." He strode across the room and poured out a new glass of port for himself. He did not have the capacity to care, as most people saw it.

He waved a hand, "You will report to me directly one a week for a physical check up, Since your child will be born a vampire, I would suggest speaking to the VSF to ensure yourself extra shares of blood." He slowly removed the gloves from his hands...only to reveal a thinner glove beneath.

He'd already forgotten her presence by the time both gloves were removed. Singing softly to himself in an alarmingly rich baritone. "And I keep a playroom inside my mind. Sanctuary in which I hide, blur the world into a dream, into a lie. And I am constructing this fantasy. Imagination is saving me from the world I despise."

[angelique]

Angelique didn't know if he was listening to her or not. She frankly didn't care at all. "And the VSF is quite aware how I handle mine." She didn't have to get her hands dirty once she got a hold of Vengeance. When her thoughts went to Vengeance she blinked some. He would be wondering where she was and what had detained her. The two had fought over some personal space but Vengeance was just worried about her especially after what had happened on top of Valhalla. "Everybody can be replaced. Even me." She responded lightly.

"Then perhaps I should find me another doctor. I wouldn't like to have someone that is not caring for me and my unborn. You are horrible with bedside manners, sir. Perhaps I should talk with a few and see what they have to say of the matter. That is after I tell them about my being pregnant." But then she heard his telling her to report to him once a week for a physical check up. "I haven't been hungry for that..." She confided softly. "I've been drinking from so far only two and they are getting a bit weakened from it. I will handle that. I'm sure I could get it and give it to them. I don't hunger for human blood anymore... Well, since now that I know since the pregnancy. Is that normal?"

But then he started singing and she got up with a glare. "Fine. I will just be on my way." She began walking to the door with her eyes narrowed. She was still unsure how to handle all of this. How would Vengeance react? Probably worse now figuring he'd have to take care of the both of them. She gave a soft sigh at that before she reached for the doorknob. How would Gabriel react? How about Thor, Stoney, Archer? What about... And then realization dawned on her and her hand fell from the knob.

Drake had known! She froze at the door. What else did he know and did she want to go ask him? Not really. She cringed at the thought. The man scared her more than anything else could. She began to push the door open and began to walk down the hall. Oh... She was having a baby. She looked down at her stomach startled as realization was dawning on her. She was genuinely scared now and shocked. Her hand came up to touch her belly as she leaned against a wall.