slayers_desire | in the darkness the baby comes

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baby!plot,
clark

in the darkness the baby comes

It is after midnight when April awakens suddenly in her bed. Her eyes glow red, as she surveys around the quiet bedroom. It is quiet outside ... the sound of crickets, the occasional howl of a coyote, the sorrowful call of the cows in the barn.

But none of those sounds grab her attention as the one right beside her ... the beating sound of Clark's heart as he sleeps.

She turns slightly to watch him sleep for a moment. April can feel her vampiric side taking control. The dark desires of her thirst swirling in her mind. Her attention directed to the pulsing vein at Clark's jugular. A hunger inside her that she has never felt before.

"Clark..." She manages to whisper his name. "Wake up..."

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Clark doesn't want to let go of her, but he has to, for a moment at least. He goes to open the door so Spike can come in. "The baby's coming. April is... very hungry."

Spike comes in, frowning deeply. "We aren't going to be able to move her to somewhere else... are we?"

He gently touches April's forehead... and she snarls at him. He takes a breath and then glances at Clark behind him. "You got a knife?"

"Pocketknife," Clark says with a nod. He keeps a few personal items on the nightstand, like his wallet and glasses, and the pocketknife is among them. He hands it to Spike. "I should call the doctor."

"It would be good to have a doctor here." Spike agrees. He uses the pocket knife to pierce his wrist -- offering it up for April.

The smell of blood is too much for her to resist -- and she attacks his wrist with a dark thirst. Spike growls in reaction. And after a few moments has to literally force April off him.

"That's not good." He hisses.

Though they'd planned to have the birth in an actual medical facility, it's clear from April's behavior that it's not going to happen, not without risking her and the baby. Clark quickly sends a second message to Watchtower to send a doctor as soon as possible.

He's unsure of whether or not to intervene, and settles for grabbing April's arm to pull her back away from Spike.

April hisses, and instinctively tries to attack Clark next. But Spike returns Clark's favor ... and holds her back.

"Damn. I don't think we could restrain her... but what can we do?"

"I don't know," Clark has to admit. "She's never been like this before..." And though he doesn't say it, he suspects that she'd drink them both dry if they let her, lost to the hunger.

He doesn't have to say it for Spike to understand that there is a risk involved here. "The baby must be demanding more from her system this time around..."

"We have to be careful not to let her lose herself... she would never forgive herself if anything happened."

"Connor's guarding the kids. We just need to worry about her." The raging hunger he feels over the bond is frighteningly strong, and he tries to keep the old oak tree centered in her mind as best he can. "We have to get her blood somehow."

"Animal blood won't satisfy here. And she would literally drain a person..." Spike frowns. He keeps her held back for the moment. Until the imagery of the oak tree keeps April controlled.

"What would you recommend?"

"We could ask the village, if everyone gave a little..." It'd have to be volunteers though, and Clark isn't sure whether they can do that in time.

"They would be happy to give... but do you think we could give enough in time?" Spike frowns deeply.

"Not enough time..." April whimpers, a little aware of the situation.

It was a long shot anyway, though he can't help feeling disappointed. He feels helpless, unsure what to do. He doesn't want to deprive her of something she needs to get through delivering this baby, but he also knows she'd never forgive herself if she hurt someone in the process.

"Shasta will bring some blood with her... until we can think of a plan. But we need to figure out something. If she attacked us..." Spike knows that April will attack the doctor too.

"Plus, the baby might need blood too."

April turns to face Clark. Even with the hunger overwhelming her, she can feel his helplessness. "You are my strength..."

He holds her close, both for comfort and to keep her from turning back to Spike, who is still vulnerable to attack. "Firmly rooted despite the storm," he tells her quietly, projecting that strength to the best of his ability.

She clings to him tightly. "This is a difficult storm..."

"What can we do?" April reaches out to that strength he is projecting.

There's a knock on the door downstairs, as the doctor arrives.

"Spike, make sure he doesn't come in here yet," Clark says. "And while you're down there, get the liquid sunlight. It's a glowing bottle in the cabinet above the stove... you'll know it when you see it." He wants to be prepared, if she takes too much of his blood tonight. He has a strong feeling it's going to come to that, soon.

"Liquid sunlight?" Spike is not sure what Clark is planning... but he trusts his son-in-law. "Okay hero."

He heads downstairs to let the doctor in... and delay him at the same time.

"You are going to let me drink from you... aren't you?" April whispers.

"I don't think we have a choice."

"Someone should be here to pull me off you..." April doesn't want to hurt him.

"Spike will be busy enough... ensuring our child is born safe."

"I don't know if we have the time to call in anyone else." With the strength of her hunger, and the contractions, it's hard to tell how little time is left.

"I don't want your blood on my hands..."

April feels another rush of hunger come over her. And she holds him tighter. Her fangs tracing against his skin.

"It might be a bad idea... but we could try your counterpart. I would owe him a favor..."

"My...? You mean Luthor."

"Yes." April feels herself tighten her grasp on him.

He doesn't have to tell her that he doesn't like that plan. Doesn't want Luthor seeing either of them so vulnerable, to have him be here at the birth of their child...

But what choice do they have? "You think he'd come if we called?"

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