Birth and Boodletting: A Feysand Pregnancy: Part Five
A/N: I am actually really proud of this part!!
She could hear it outside the cells. Blood and death and ruin. Cassian and Blake were out there. So was Bay. Nate looked seconds away from bolting, to get to him. Instead, he dug his fingers into the towel, his eyes were near black with barely restrained impulse. Out of his brothers, Nate was the one who was to act first, damn the questions. And he was fighting his impulse to go to Bay. How either of those boys managed to go years without actually being together remained a mystery to her.
“Nate,” she blinked slowly, “Go to Bay.”
“No,” he said tightly. “You need me more.”
“Don’t worry about him, focus on your baby.” Azriel ordered. “A big one this time.”
Her palms connected with the stone floor. Her chin to her chest. She pushed.
Azriel looked up at her, the sound of crying filled the cell. Biela.
“It’s a girl,” Nate breathed.
She tried to smile. Nate wrapped a towel around her daughter and scooted up to her. Feyre looked down at the baby. Inky Black hair and wickedly bright blue-grey eyes. Biela, she was different. She leaned her head back against the cool stone. She just needed to close her eyes, just for a moment; then she could hold her children.
The sound of drums filled the night sky. Bonfires reached the sky, revelers and females littered around her. She had done Calanmai before. She knelt, ready for the magic to consume her. She had done this twice before, but this time, her nose was enveloped so strongly with the scent of Jasmine and citrus, she almost forgot where she was. But it was gone in an instant.
What the hell just happened?
His sight was starting to come back. He could see outlines and vague movement but it was too slow. And Feyre, she wasn’t moving. His heart was in his throat and his mate was unconscious and-
“Feyre-” Rhys started, moving to his nephew. “Nate take him. Feyre don’t you dare close your eyes.” He moved two fingers to her throat. Her heartbeat was thready. “Az-”
“The bleeding,” Azriel said. “It won’t stop. Nate, you take the twins to your mother and get Amren. Now. Rhys, you help me. She’s going to hemorrhage if we dont stop this now.”
Nate took the babies. “I’ll get Ash.”
“He won’t help,” Azriel said, ripping the skirts from Feyre’s body. “Not after Nesta.”
“I’ll make him,” Nate growled and winnowed away.
“Rhys,” Azriel said, cutting into Feyre’s abdomen. “Can you do this? You are a High Lord. Your healing can keep her alive until either Ash or Amren get here.”
He would move heaven and earth to keep her alive; he would do whatever he had to. “Yes. What do I need to do.”
The rooms were dark besides the candle atop the table and Elain reading. His aunt almost dropped her book. “Nate!” she exclaimed. “What are you-”
He handed her the twins. She blinked before bringing them to her chest.
“Where is Ash?”
“The training ground out back-”
Ash felt his cousin before he saw him. His heart was pounding so fast and his blood pressure was through the roof. He smelled like blood and birth. And fear. Bone deep fear that he had smelled before.
“Nate?” He asked carefully. “What are you-”
Nate gripped his shoulders. “I need you to help Feyre. She’s bleeding out and-”
“I can’t. I can’t-” Not after Nesta, not after the baby. He could barely close his eyes and not see-
Nate clasped both sides of his face. “Yes you can. Feyre is your aunt too. You were willing to die to bring back Nesta. You feel guilt for not being able to save her. Here is your chance to make up for it.”
A low snarl came from Nate, his cousin gripped his throat, his nails dug into his skin. “I swear on the Cauldron, if the next few words out of your mouth aren’t ‘I will help you’ I will rip out your throat and let your fancy healing magic grow you a new one.” Nate meant every single word, his magic pulling the truth from Nate’s body. Ash’s life outweighed his own fear.
“I will help you.” he choked out. “Take me to her.”
Nate grabbed his arm. “Good choice.”
Bay’s sword went through the male like paper, the blade down to the hilt in flesh. Pulling the blade out, he ached it to another male’s neck.
“Why the fuck are so many attacking?” Bay yelled. “Was there some kind of revolt?”
Cassian ripped out a throat, his fingers sticky with blood. “It was started by Keir.”
Blake punched a male in the nose. Hard enough cartilage ruptured the brain. The male crumpled to the ground. “That fucker is dead when I see him next.”
“He’s locked in the interrogation rooms.” Bay panted. “Your father is going to get information out of him.” Oh no.
Both he and Blake echoed, “This is a diversion.”
Cassian slammed a head against the wall. The sound of the male’s skull cracking filled Bay’s ears. “There is too many too split up and find him. We need to hold the line. We can’t let them get to either the High Lord and Lady or the heirs.”
They were so, so fucked.
The High Lord poured his healing magic into her placenta as he had instructed. Azriel had learned a lot about deliveries when he found out Mor was pregnant with Blake; just in case something went wrong. Cauldron, he was glad he knew what was wrong.
Nate winnowed in, pushing Ash forward. “Do it.”
Ash’s throat was red with fingerprints. His son had forced him to come. Leaning down, Ash surveyed Feyre’s body. Her skin was dangerously pale, her bleeding was slowed, thanks to Rhys, but still flowing too fast. She was close to Death.
“Please,” Rhys’s voice cracked. “Please save my mate.”
Ash sucked in a breath, his hand rested on her heart. A bright light glowed beneath Ash’s fingers.
“Please, please, please.” Ash begged under his breath. His eyes were squeezed shut, his breath shallow. “Let me save her.”
The light pulsed, Ash’s nose started to bleed down past his lips. His eyes opened, a bright green, almost glowing, casting a shadow across his cheeks. He coughed and removed his hand from her sternum, his lips were red with blood.
Ash put his fingers to Feyre’s throat and exhaled. “She’s out of the woods. For now.”
Rhys dropped his head into his hands. “Thank the Cauldron.” He looked up to Ash. “Thank you, Ash. Thank you. So much.”
Ash shook his head, the glowing of his eyes starting to dim down. Ash slid back against the wall, his long hair scattered around him. “I saved her,” he breathed. “I saved her.”
Nate’s voice was tight. “What now? We are surrounded and can’t move her right away.”
Rhys’s thumb brushed Feyre’s cheek before standing. “Not for long.”
Blake ran his sword through the male’s throat. Keir was dead. He was going to kill him slowly. He warned the male what would happen if he fucked up. He should have killed him after he broke Nate’s wrist.
Rhys came out of the cells. His finery was covered in blood and dirt. His face was bleeding, his eyes unfocused and his face was a brutal nightmare.
Darkness slammed out from around him, dropping the revolt to their knees, clawing at their throats.
“You just couldn’t help yourselves,” Rhys purred. “You wanted me dead. My mate dead. My children dead.” Rhys’s face hardened, his starry eyes glowed. “You failed.”
Sound cracked around them all, dropping each member of the revolt in a bloodless silence. He shattered each and every one of their minds.
Rhys leaned a hand against the wall, his breath uneasy.
“Keir is gone,” Rhys said. “When we find him. He is going to regret the day he was born.”
Bay slid past Rhys and flew down the hall. He stopped short. “Ash?”
Ash turned to him, his face-
“I’m fine,” Ash said.
“No you’re not!” Bay bellowed. “What the fuck happened?!”
“Feyre was dying,” Nate said quietly. “I went to get Ash.”
“You forced him to heal her?” Ash so much hasn’t healed anyone since he got back from the Dawn Court. He wouldn’t be here voluntarily.
Nate met his stare. “Yes I did.” He had no room to judge. He forced Tarus to heal Zevakyn in the Blood Rite. But this was Ash and-
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” Ash said, wiping blood from his mouth. “Feyre is alive and I’m fine.”
“Shut up, Ash,” Bay snarled. “No you aren’t.”
Bay knelt down, examining Feyre’s face. It was starting to flush with color. Bay pulled off his shirt, covering her with it. It was covered in blood but at least it would cover her.
He looked back up at Ash. “This almost killed you.”
“I know,” he tried to grin. “I was there.”
Bay gripped Ash’s face, “Thank you.”
“You keep touching me like that and you’ll have to buy me dinner. I warn you, I’m not a cheap date. I expect flo-”
Bay snorted and hugged him. “You do something like this again and I will kill you.”
Ash froze before hugging him back. “We both know I’ll be doing something like this again. It’s just who I am.”
He didn’t care. As long as Ash stayed safe and alive, he would be okay. He had lost too many people and losing Ash or Nate, that would kill him.
Cassian put Rhys’s arm around his shoulder and helped him stand upright. His High Lord was on edge and was weak. The Cells sapped so much of his strength from him.
Rhys groaned, “She’s okay. Ash saved her. It nearly killed himself to do it, but he saved her.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Bay had gone in there before them. He would not be happy with Ash being in this place. Or being near dead.
“Let’s get Feyre and go home,” Cassian said.
The female lifted the cloak to cover her face, covering her starry eyes and shifting hair.
It would seem she had made a mistake. She had highly misjudged Cassian and the High Lords abilities. And Blake was not what she expected. She expected the arrogance, the vicious grin. She did not expect the genuine kindness in his features, or the ability to dance or the empathy.
She supposed she had grossly miscalculated her family and acted too soon.
She would not make this mistake again.
Here is the next part!!! I think there is roughly one or two parts left of this. Thank you for reading!! Please, please leave a comment!! XO