Chapter 1

Ezekiel's POV

I was walking to mom and dad's cottage. When I got into the cottage I threw my backpack on the floor where I usually did. "Mom, dad I'm ho—," I stopped what I was saying when I saw mom and dad making out on the floor of the living room. "Okay," I shouted disgustedly. "Really didn't need to see that!"

"Sorry Zeke," dad said; he seemed embarrassed that I had seen him and mom like that. "We didn't know you would be coming in so soon."

"Still, I think I may be scarred for life."

I decided to go to the main house to see what there was that I could do. When I went in I saw Esme cooking something; probably for me to eat; I was the only one in who ate human food after all. Sure, I could drink blood like the rest of my family, but I preferred to eat food. "What're you cookin', Esme," I asked. Whatever it was it smelled delicious.

"Hello Zeke," she replied. She appeared to enjoy having a mouth to feed. "I'm just putting the final touch on your dinner."

"What is it?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

I sighed and thought; of course she doesn't want to tell me. She loves surprises; even when they're not for her. I decided to watch TV while I waited for dinner to be ready. There was a cooking show on, on the discovery kids channel, but I was seven now and I don't watch that channel anymore; besides it was making me hungry and curious. I changed it to the sports channel; there was a college football game on. The second Emmett heard that, he was down in a flash. "Who's playing who," he asked excitedly.

"I'm not sure," I replied. I enjoyed watching sports with Uncle Emmett. "I just turned it on."

We were about a half hour into the game and we were shouting, "GO, GO, GO," and then Esme called us in for dinner. "I don't have to go," said Uncle Emmett; obviously content with his lack of need for food. I didn't need it either, but I preferred food to blood.

I sat down at the table; the food in front of me looked really good. There were mashed potatoes, a few pieces of chicken and some broccoli. "It looks good Esme," I said. I was thankful that all the Cullens knew how to cook. If they didn't I'd have to drink, ugh, blood. I was probably the only person in the house who didn't drink blood.

After I had eaten dinner and watched some sports with Uncle Emmett; I decided to go back to the cottage. I walked in and to my good luck; this time; mom and dad weren't making out when I walked in. I still shuddered at the memory of the scene I had come in to. "Hello, Zeke," said dad. He chuckled; he obviously read my thoughts about what I had walked in on earlier.

I went to sleep the same way I did every night; listening to the song that my dad called my mom's lullaby.

To be continued...