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The Trade	By : sandyl666 Category: +1 through F > Coraline Views: 11933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: Coraline book-verse is owned by Neil Gaiman and part of movie-verse is owned by Henry Selick, I own nothing. I make nothing whatsoever by writing and posting this on.

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Chapter 13: Repudiate

Coraline remembered the exact day she started throwing up. It was about three weeks since she'd struck a deal with the Beldam.
"BLEGH!" The horrible noise of her throat hacking up partially-digested food from the day before made Coraline feel even more sick.
She spat out the remaining pieces of food in her mouth, gagging at the repulsive taste. She struggled to her feet, feeling dizzy and light-headed, almost as if she was floating.
She leaned on the little knob that flushed the toilet bowl, unable to exert any strength from her muscles to push it down and settling for using her body weight instead.
She shuffled to the sink, holding onto the wall desperately, and slowly and steadily squeezed out a small worm of toothpaste onto her toothbrush.
As she brushed her teeth, glad for the mint that overpowered the taste of yesterday's dinner, her mind wandered over the last few days, counting back when her last period was. Back when she was twelve, and got her first period, it had been inconsistent, and came at the worst of times. But in recent years it had balanced out.
She hadn't been late for years now.
And yet, here she was, a week late.
She had a sneaking suspicion, one that gnawed at her. One that she refused to acknowledge.
She quickly gargled and washed her toothbrush, before exiting the wash-room. He was waiting for her leaning against the wall outside the bathroom.
"Are you alright, dearest?"
"Fine," she pushed him away as he approached her. He frowned. She hadn't been hostile with him for a while now, since he'd gotten her the books and helped her continue her education.
"I'm sure it's just a little tummy upset. It's nothing," Coraline said, trying to convince herself more than the person she was talking to.
"I don't think so," he replied. She ignored him, stomping down the stairs loudly, hoping the sound would block out the swirling, confusing thoughts in her mind. She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think about anything to do with it. She completely rejected the thought.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, the Beldam had completely lost his patience. He wrapped his thin fingers around her wrist and tugged her to the side, pushing her up against the wall. He refrained from using force, but was able to perform the action quickly, so she would have no opportunity to escape.
He then placed his other hand on her midriff. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
Coraline's lower lip wobbled. She bit down on it quickly. This was it. She wasn't ready. She was still a kid for god's sake! Sure, the sex was all nice and good. But this was a child, an actual life. What kind of mother was she going to make? She was leaving the moment it was born!
She couldn't stay... Could she?
Then the Beldam smiled, a slow smile that was actually warm and happy, that it made Coraline stop breathing for a second. He smiled up at her, and she realised what it meant. A feeling of despair washed over her, taking with it all the blood in her face. Her already pale skin turned chalk white.
The Beldam, meanwhile was hilariously happy. He felt almost giddy. So she could bear his children after all. He had to admit that some part of him had been doubtful of that, sure, if she couldn't he could keep her forever, to keep trying, but he had wanted a child so badly... Even he didn't realise how strong his longing for the child was.
A sob erupted from Coraline's throat, ruining the moment. The Beldam frowned. She hiccuped, then sobbed again. A lone tear ran down her cheek and she closed her eyelids, trying to stop the salty water escaping, trying not to seem weak and miserable...
Even if she really was.
The Beldam felt a small twinge of something deep in his soul. Something he never thought would ever function again. His conscience. He actually felt a little... bad.
"Coraline," he said. She shook her head, unable to answer him, as tears continued to fall. She scrunched her eyes shut tightly.
"Coraline, look at me,"
She couldn't. She was panicking. Why? She didn't even know the reason why. It just all hit her at once. She never truly acknowledged the fact that she'd be carrying the child of this monster. Now it all just got so real.
He wrapped his arms around her, anything to eradicate this strange feeling of... of... guilt.
"I can't," Coraline gasped against his shirt. "I can't do this. I'm just a kid. I'm not even a senior in high school yet! I'm-I don't even... Childbirth hurts, doesn't it? It can kill people sometimes too, right?" she babbled to herself, eyes wide and breath coming out in short bursts.
"You'll be fine. I'll make sure of it, love," he said firmly, his arms tightening around her.
She abruptly pushed against him, shoving roughly. He released her, astonished.
"How?" she shouted at him. "You can't control how my body works! If I get an aneurysm, could you save me? If I died of blood loss, could you save me? Would you even try?" she broke off with a sob, feeling lonelier than ever. In the few weeks she'd seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't her friend, or even an acquaintance. He was her enemy... Wasn't he? He didn't care whether she lived or died, did he? All he wanted was the spawn forming in her belly.
She repeatedly let her guard down around him, despite knowing how dangerous he truly is. Because she was lonely. Because she had no one. Because it made things easier. Because he acted like he cared for her. Did it really matter?
"Coraline..." he knew he should be angry with her. Warn her that he held the cards, that she had no right to talk to him in such a way. But he just didn't want to. He knew not the reason why. He simply didn't want to.
Stop pretending to care! She mentally yelled at him, but decided better of it and instead proceeded to stomp off. His arms encircled her waist, and pulled her back towards him. She struggled, sobbing and crying.
He continued to hold her to him as she sobbed in despair and writhed in his grasp. Eventually she became exhausted, both mentally and physically, blacking out in his arms.
He laid her in her bed gently. Tears continued to fall in her restless sleep. He brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, frowning as he thought of her reaction.
It wouldn't do to have the mother of his child so unwilling to have their creation in her womb. If she hated the baby so much, god knows what she would do to it, and to herself. True, she would do her best to honour their agreement, but each person has their breaking point. And he knew he had pushed her ever closer to it with each day that he kept her trapped in his realm.
He sighed, playing with her hair idly as he thought of what he could do to remedy the situation.
Her face was wet when she woke up. She pressed the heel of her palms into her eyes, willing herself to stop crying, trying to stop the flow of the tears. It continued to slip out of its confinement.
In the end, she gave up, and cried into her pillow. She'd always scoffed at those teenage beauty queens who had more beauty than brains and ended up knocked up by the age of fourteen. And okay, she was sixteen, and she was far from brainless - and beautiful, in her perspective - but never once could she predict that she would be in the same predicament they were. Even if it wasn't a choice.
The door creaked open and she jumped, startled. She looked up at the father of her child wearily.
"It's a beautiful night," he commented, looking out the window.
She hesitated to reply, and ultimately decided to remain silent. Without another word, he moved to the wardrobe, and took out a white dress.
He said nothing as he removed the night gown she still had on, and placed the dress over her head, before zipping it up at the back. She let him clothe her like a doll, watching him dully, feeling more helpless than ever.
The Beldam was starting to get worried.
"There," he said, concealing his concern as he tucked the stalk of a white daisy just above her ear. He stood back and admired her womanly form in the dress he had tailored just for her. He wondered why she was constantly putting herself down when she could clearly see her reflection. Was her eyesight going?
She sighed and pulled the blanket up, readying to return to her moping and self-pity. He intercepted her attempt and pulled her up and off the bed. She leaned on him, her knees shaky.
"Come, Coraline," he guided her gently down the stairs, a complete juxtaposition to the time he had dragged her down to watch Mrs Spink and Forcible's play. She supposed that he was avoiding causing any damage to the little parasite she was carrying.
When they left the house, he closed his thin, cold fingers over her eyes.
"Where are we going?" she asked, curiosity, as usual, getting the better of her.
"It's a surprise," was his reply. She sighed. What surprise could possibly make her feel better?
They continued walking, with his guidance, until suddenly they stopped.
"Okay, you can look," he said. She opened her eyes, almost afraid of what she was going to see. She gasped involuntarily at the sight of the garden. It was fantastic, sure, back when she was eleven. But now it seemed even more amazing. Back then, the garden, though beautiful, was wild. Now it was well-kept, and made from a variety of beautiful flowers. Colours assaulted her vision, bright and cheery. Fountains sprouted among all the vegetation, the water crystalline clear and flowing abundantly. Branches swayed towards her, as if waving at her in greeting.
Stunned, she didn't notice him steering her through the garden, smiling as he watched her happily shocked reaction.
She was still looking around, eyes wide and jaw nearly touching the floor, when he stopped her and cleared his throat. She looked up at him expectantly. He gestured downwards towards the floor.
The first thing she noticed was the picnic mat. It was blue and pink. A pink blanket was spread out over part of the mat and over to the corner lay a picnic basket.
He watched her expression, the change from stunned, to happy, then to confliction.
"You shouldn't do things like this," she said, fidgeting with her hair.
"Why not?"
"You'll start to make me think you care for me,"
"I do care for you, sweetheart," he argued. "Now sit,"
She sat, noting that he once again avoided the subject. He reached over and pulled the blanket over her lap, then delved into the basket. Sandwiches, cakes, muffins, slices. A variety of baked goods had been fitted into that small basket. Coraline enjoyed the meal, as usual, despite being deathly suspicious of it, also as per usual.
She was starting to see a pattern among his actions. The last time she had been really and truly furious and miserable, he'd shown her the play. When she was starting to miss her school and having to do work, he'd given her books. And now the picnic among the amazing glowing flowers and plants after she'd freaked out over being pregnant.
What game was he playing? If this hadn't been the Beldam Coraline might have felt flattered at the degree to which he went to comfort her. But with the current circumstances all she could feel was suspicion. She glared at him as she nibbled on the edges of a sandwich, cursing his propensity for confusing her.
He was a little taken aback to see her glaring at him, though he tried not to show it. She was still angry? Wasn't that awe on her face earlier when he'd revealed the beauty of the garden to her again, and satisfaction at the meal he had prepared for her? "What is it, Coraline?"
"You're weird," she said. "I can't get you. You're obviously not a nice person, and then you do things like this..."
"I get bored," was his instant excuse.
"Is that it?" Her gaze on him was intense, clearly conveying her desire for him to be truthful with her.
"Yes," he said, with enough conviction to fool himself. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to fool her. She continued to stare at him, her teeth working leisurely at the sandwich as she mulled over his answer. Abrupt, she placed the sandwich back down on the plates he'd set out for her and she sighed gustily.
"Whatever, I'm too tired to think about this," she said, curling up among the blankets, and laying back against the mat to watch the stars. Except that they weren't so much stars as button shapes among the dack velvet sky that seemed to twinkle merrily at her.
The Beldam lay beside her and they watched the sky in silence for a few minutes, before he moved to his side and started to watch her instead. Noticing his gaze she turned her head to meet his eyes.
"What?" she asked.
He smiled slightly. "Nothing," he replied, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, then on her eyelids, and her nose, before claiming her lips. She didn't resist as he crawled above her, continuing to kiss her gently, softly, sweetly.
He broke off the kiss when she started to struggle to breathe, and moved onto her neck, nipping gently and placing feather-light kisses all over. He moved further south, and moving past her breasts and stomach, though he did pause to kiss her still-flat belly several times, admiring the pale skin protecting his child, and Coraline realised that both their clothing had disappeared. Further thoughts on how he had done such a thing escaped her when he kissed her mound with light touches. He ran his tongue slowly over the sensitive skin of her labia. Her breathing quickened.
He continued to tease her, his tongue moving in slow gentle circles around the sensitive skin of her womanhood, and yet studiously avoiding touching her most sensitive bundle of nerves. Arousing her and yet not exactly pleasuring her.
She was wet within seconds, her passage liquefying in response to the teasing, readying herself for what was sure to come. When he was satisfied he crawled back up to her and pressed his lips against hers once again. She arched against him, eager to be pleased and have him deep inside her where he could relieve the sweet ache between her legs. He chuckled once at her impatience before entering her slowly. He seemed bent on teasing her, harassing her into a lusty haze.
His strokes within her were slow and steady, yet for some reason Coraline was more turned on than ever. Goosebumps rose all over her arms. The slow love-making felt more sensual than the usual rapid pumping of his. She could tell he was savouring it, taking his own sweet time to please her and him.
She too, despite wanting to feel miserable and hate him for all he'd done to her, was enjoying this slow 'love-making'. There really was no other words to describe what they were doing, aside from making love. A small part of her wondered why he was doing with this her? Did he truly care for her as he always said he did in that false manner? Or was he just faking it in hopes that she wouldn't slide into depression? Because god knows what kind of bitch she could be when she was being difficult.
Her eyes were closed, so she could focus on nothing but his touch, their intimate contact. But when she opened it after a while, curious as to his facial expression, she could swear he was almost smiling above her.
Before she could further contemplate such an impossibility, he groaned above her, shuddering. The hot rush of fluid from his shaft into her made her back arch off the ground as she too came. She was still shuddering when he finished pumping his seed into her. He pulled out when he was done, and rolled to the side, before covering the blanket over her and curling around her thin frame.
The air warmed beneath the blanket and Coraline had to admit how comfortable it felt to be out under the blanket of stars, surrounded by glowing flowers and softly swaying trees. The calm atmosphere made her feel less panicky and sorrowful of her situation. Suddenly, having a child didn't seem so bad. Sure, it was the Beldam's. But for now she felt at peace with herself and her child. How could she not with all these calming - albeit fake - nature around her?
She glanced to her side only to see the Beldam's eyes closed, asleep, with his arms wrapped around her as always. His possessiveness always astounded her. Why was he always so... touchy? She wasn't stupid, and like all teenagers she was paranoid to all matters and body language regarding the opposite sex. All this affection pointed to one thing only. Yet she found herself hesitant to acknowledge it as truth. There were too many things that could drastically change if the answer turned out to be as she suspected, especially considering that it was based on her subjective interpretation of his actions. But she vowed that she'd find the answer to her questions, one way or another, while she was here. She'd do it for her, his and for their unborn child's sake.
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