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Malice nodded. "Yea, I can run." She told him and turned her head the same time he did when the crowd erupted in cheers. "What the hel-Ah!" She doubled over holding her stomach. "Sam!" She gasped. Suddenly she knew they had to leave now. Specifically, Him. She didn't understand why but somewhere in this pain was some sort of alert. A Warning but of what. "Sam, You have to go." She told him and gasped in pain. "Please!" She cried out.

Morticai walked in to the cell that held Malice and Him.
The Lark. He'd been racking his brain trying to remember why Human's with unnatural speed plagued him so. It was then Hunters. The Larks. They've been hunting Vampires for centuries. He honestly doubted that Malice had any idea of this. She was ignorant to just about everything. Morticai would deal with the Lark himself. It wouldn't be his first time. He heard Malice shriek out please and he quickened his pace. He found her doubled over, holding her stomach and his eyes widened. She was pregnant. "Filth." He spat. She was impregnated by a Lark. That thing growing in her -Royality of all things- was an abomination. "You've poisoned her." He told Samuel. Malice looked up at him with red eyes. "You leave him alone..." She said through clenched teeth as she held her stomach. Her brow slick with sweat. She was harmless at this point and he knew it. He turned his attention back to him. "Do you know what he is?"He asked her already knowing the answer was no.
"He is a Lark. Hunters. Vampire Hunters." He told her as he watched his eyes. "PureBloods like you and I are prizes, if they kill one of us. They would be rewarded handsomely. Isn't that right, Samuel?"

(I'm just winging it here XD)