Rising of the Moon
Warning: Extreme, gore, violence, turtlecest, language, temporary character death. If ANY of these things are against your approval, then please DO NOT read this!!! 
Disclaimer: I do not own any TMNT characters
Pairings: RaphxLeo
Summary: Vampires vs Vampire Hunters

Prologue
"He's coming. . . The baby is coming." A female voice hissed with venom at the pain that was radiating through her stomach area. She grunted and growled hunkering in.
"It's going to be alright. Your going to be born healthy." Another scream.
"Though I'm not too sure about me." Her body leaning against the cold brick wall as she tried desperately to get up. Her body shaking. Her spare hand resting upon her stomach.
"I-I got to get out of here. B-Before they get me. Kill me." She took a few steps. Breathing harshly when the pain increased sharply.
'H-How can I get out of here. W-When I can barely take a few steps.' She gasped, hearing sounds near by. Raising her nose to the air and sniffing. Smelling her enemy's soar stench. 
'There coming close.' She panted. Using the wall to push her self. Taking more faster steps. Trying to find somewhere to hide. A place where they won't be able to smell her. She found a small tunnel and walked through finding on the other side a large lake of sewer water. 
"This way! I smell her this way!" She herd them yell. She found no choice. They could easily catch her if she continued on ground. Plus the water would cut off her scent. She took out a handkerchief that she often carried around with her. Picking up a rock and wrapping it in the cloth and throwing it into a smaller tunnel. Slowly easing herself into the sewage pool and taking a deep breath before sinking in all the way.
"I think I lost her scent." One of the men said. Sniffing the air, trying to locate the sweet aroma of there target. 
"No! I got her! She went this way!" And they ran into the large tunnel that lead out of the room. Once there voices trailed off into silence she raised her head out of the water. Peeking over the edge of the bridge. Seeing if anyone else was still here. She sniffed and found there scent far away. She slowly raised herself out of the water and crawled on the concrete. She panted grabbing on the rail and lifting herself up. Her legs shaking as well as her arms as she held tightly to the pole.
"O-Okay. Okay, we lost them. . . N-Now I have to figure out how to give birth to you." She tapped her belly lightly. Taking a few minutes of a breather before pushing herself off the pole and slowly walking to the wall. Nearly collapsing once she got there panting as the pain started to increase.
"I know sweetie. Y-You want to come out. B-But give m-me a break. I-I have to walk to some place to give you birth." She walked through the tunnel before she nearly fell back to the ground.
"Ugh! This is ridiculous. I need help." She silently sobbed as the pain continued to grow. Panting, hoping that it would decrease enough so she could get back up and walk to a place where someone could help her. 
'T-The H-Hospital. . . I-I have no choice. I-I'm dying. . . I-I n-need help. . .' 
Whipping the left over tears away she slowly crawled over to the pile of garbage that was dumped into the sewers from the New York city above. Scrambling through, she found an old cracked sewer pipe that must have broke off after the rust took control of the edges. She grabbed a hold of it and lifted herself up back on her feet.
"Ngh! Ah!" She cried out.
'I-I got to get out of here. . . T-The p-pain is getting worse.' Using the old rusted pipe she started walking over to the nearest latter that led to the surface of the city. Slowly climbing up each step. Holding on to the medal bars with her life. Pushing the heavy manhole cover open and revealing the loud sounds of the city. There was no stars from the smog clouds and the full moon was an orange color. Finding herself in a dark and cramped alley. Crawling out she panted on her hands and knees. Feeling as if she ran a hundred miles without stopping. Looking at her pipe before throwing it away. It wasn't much help to her anyway. Just getting up, but that was it. It was too short to be a walking stick. Which was what she really needed. 
Grabbing a hold of the near by dumpster and pulling up. Leaning against it, the vile smell of the trash cause her to gage and choke. Taking very short breaths and covering her nose till she could come up with the energy to be able to walk.
'I won't be able to make it walking. . . I-I got to get some sort o-of transportation.' 
She grunted at the pain and sores all over her body as she tried pushing herself off. Clinging on to her jacket that was still wet. Her teeth were chattering when the breeze started blowing through her. She walked out into the city. The lights from the streets buildings and cars flashing before he eyes. She's only rarely saw the city out on the public streets. She's either been underground or on the deserted spot of the city. 
The streets were covered bumper to bumper of cars. The sidewalks were not as crowded at this time at night. So she had no trouble getting out to the side walk and waving for a cab without causing any suspicion.
It took a couple of times before the yellow vehicle drove to the edge. She slowly opened the door and nearly collapsed into the seats. Closing the door behind her.
"H-Hospital please." She gasped out the words. The driver looked behind him and found her gasping and panting. A large lump under the wet stinking cloth in her stomach area and he knew exactly what was happening.
"Holy shit!" He shouted. He's never transported a pregnant woman to the hospital. Not when she needed to give birth. And he new this was an emergency. And with the way the traffic is tonight. She would be giving birth in his own cab. 
Stepping on the gas the car had a bad start tugging itself into the streets. Cars beeping there horns as he cut in front of them. 
Turning into different lanes passed the cars as fast as he could. Making sharp turns into different streets. Taking short cuts he knew of. He knew this city like the back of his hand. And he knew easy and fast ways to getting where ever he needs to go. And this time, he was grateful for his knowledge of taxi driving.
"Can you drive slower! I have a baby in me and I don't want him ending up having brain damage because of you!" She yelled at him angrily. Hanging on to the handle of the door to keep her from sliding around to much.
"Look your coming close. I am not going to have you giving birth in my cab." She growled at him before screaming at another pain caused by a kick. Another sharp turn later and they skidded to the front of the hospital.
"Thanks for the ride. I am never letting you drive me again." She hissed at him. Throwing him a wade of cash that she dug from her pocket and groaned as she tried to get out of the car. Slowly walking to the entrance.
"Whoa wait. You need help. You look like your going to fall." He ran up to her. Helping her keep her balance.
"I'm just fine. Leave me alone." She tried pushing away from him. But she didn't have the strength.
"Why are you wet?" He asked once his hands touched the wet cloth.
"Shut up."
"And why do you stink?"
"Shut up!" They fast walked into the building.
"Help! Someone help her! She's having a baby!" He shouted panicky. She growled and punched him away from his shout. Two doctors and a nurse hurriedly ran out. The nurse grabbed a hold of her arm. Leading her to a hospital bed. Laying her down they pushed her past the door. She screamed out in pain once it became unbearable, feeling as if something was ripping from the inside out of her. It was the worst pain she has felt through her hole life. Through this hole pregnancy. Gripping on the bars, her back arching. Sweat and tears rolling down her face. 
"Help me! Help me!" She shouted. 
"Your going to be okay." The nurse told her. Cleaning the wetness from her face. The two doctors looking over the lower half of her. She choked down her sobs and panted.
"H-He's not normal. . ." She gasped.
"What?" The nurse asked her.
"H-He's not human. . . H-His fathers not human. . ." The nurse was just about to ask something else till she was interrupted by the doctors. 
"She's too much in stress. She won't be able to push. She's dying. We'll have to perform Cesarean Section." He announced. The nurse brought over a small table with medical instruments as the other doctor gave her a sedative. Putting her under and making her body numb. He put on plastic gloves and asked the nurse for the knife. She handed him it and the surgery immediately started. Cutting open the skin all the way gently till he reached where the baby was. Taking him out a bloody green skin what looked like to be a turtle came out. They cut the umbilical cord and handed him to the other doctor to clean up. He sewed her up and cared for her injury's. 
"We're loosing her." The nurse announced. 
"Alright, stand back. I got to do CPR." One hand over his other hand. Pressing in deep and hard on her chest. The nurse put the Rebreather on her mouth. Putting air into her lungs. The doctor ordered for a Defibrillator. The nurse retrieved it. The doctor put the gel on the paddles, rubbing them together and setting one below the left shoulder and the other below her right breast. Yelling clear. The electrical shock ran through her body as her chest came up and she fell back on the table. The line still across the screen.
Doing the same thing again only to get the same result. He did the same thing a couple more times finding that her heart had not start, not even a slight beep. He sighed. He hated that he couldn't save the mother. Knowing exactly that the child's life was going to be far more miserable and dangerous without her. And he also hated the failure of loosing a life. Her life fell right into his hands and he failed. 
"No. . . She can't die. . ." He mumbled to himself. His face twisted with sadness at his defeat.
"She can't. . ." The nurse took the Defibrillator and put it back where she got it from. What were they going to do with the child, he thought. They would obviously have to contact there father somehow. But considering he wasn't with her, he was either extremely busy or they separated. How was he going to tell him. . . How was he going to tell the child. . . How would the child take it. . .
Death. . . was a sickness. A disease. A curse. Effecting peoples lives. Causing people that loved that person who's life was taken, to do crazy things. If this child isn't raise by the right people. He might make terrible decisions. And he might not take the news so easy. 
This might be none of the doctors business. And working in a hospital he should expect peoples lives be taken from many people, different ages. And having to tell many others about it. But for some reason, he always grieved for those who loose people they love. Maybe because he would know how it feels. Loosing somehow he cares about would hurt him to the core. Maybe that's why he took this business in the first place. To help bring peoples lives back to order. Bring them back home to there families. But he blamed himself if he couldn't keep the person alive. A failure, is what he thought about it. He was a failure. He couldn't save her. . . 
Death. . . A sickness. A disease. A curse. . .