Guys, this is my very first shot at my own fanfiction story. It might not be good but I'm pretty proud of it Flames are absolutely welcome but make sure you have an opinion behind your words and maybe a beta would be nice? I'm going to look for one…
Chapter One
Bella's POV"Edward, Anthony asked me today if he could go to that camp he brought a brochure home for last week," I said, while sitting on a white swinging bench in the backyard of Edward's and my home (well, and Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, Esme, and Carlisle. But they barely count…)
"I thought it sounded fun. I wish I had gone to camp when I was thirteen…" My husband replied.
It may look weird to a lot of people, a nineteen-year-old girl and an eighteen-year-old guy with a thirteen-year-old son. But the age difference, about 5 years, is about the same difference between Carlisle and his adopted children, so it's pretty normal to our family (well as normal as 8 vampires and a human child can get)
"So you think we should let him go?" I asked Edward, turning to him only to find him standing behind me with his hands relaxing my shoulders and him whispering in my ear.
"It's up to you baby, but I think it sounds fun."
I love how he does that, he just knows exactly when and how to take your breath away.
Not that I needed to breathe anyway, the night after our wedding Edward changed me into a vampire. It wasn't really as bad as he had said before he bit me, but I don't remember much from that night.
When I woke up from three days of sleep, I never felt the need for blood. Carlisle said it was because of my distaste for blood in my human life. Edward agreed and I, of course, agreed as well. Although Carlisle also said that was my only power. We found out later that night that I indeed had another shocking, life-changing, fabulous, useful power.
And what might that power be?
It's…well it's…you know what? If you're so smart, why don't you figure it out yourself?
Anthony's POVMy mom and my dad are vampires, simple as that. They get along so well together and they really love each other, you can see it in their eyes every time they look at each other.
I can always hear them laughing and talking and sometimes…kissing. My room is right between Emmett's room and Jasper's room. I used to sleep in my parents room from the time I was born to a few years ago. Then Carlisle, my grandfather, decided we needed to move from Forks and into another rainy, cloudy town. So now everyone has their own room and there are a few guest bedrooms for Carlisle's friends.
He chose Alaska. Yep, we are now in Denali, Alaska with Tanya, my father's personal fangirl, and her coven. Can we say…ewww?
So I have to constantly watch her drape herself all over my father and him push her away. Most of the time…
Flashback
I was walking down the hall to my parent's bedroom yesterday and I started hearing things. Not voice-in-your-head things, but crashing things. I got a little worried once I realized the noises were coming from my parent's room.
"Oh Edward…"
Was that my mom? It didn't sound like my mom…it sounded like-
"Tanya." I heard my dad say with out one ounce of disgust or annoyance in his voice.
I walked over to the door as fast as I could and slowly opened the door, making sure not to make any sound. Surprisingly, my dad seemed to be to caught up in whatever he was doing because he hadn't even noticed with his super senses that I was there.
I looked inside the door and what I saw was the ugliest, most disgusting, sick thing I had ever seen in my entire life (note: I have lived with Rosalie and Emmett for my entire life, so it was pretty disgusting).
On my father and mother's bed was Tanya in almost a backbend pushing herself up against my father who was kissing her passionately.
He didn't push her away. He didn't say to stop. He didn't even slow down.
I closed the door just as quietly as I had opened it and walked quietly away.
I had just witnessed first-hand my father cheating on my mother, the one he loved so much he was willing to die at any given moment for, with Tanya, the snobby Barbie doll that he had shown such dislike in until now. How is that fair for a thirteen-year-old boy?
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