And Then Came You
A/N: I wrote this story thinking how a child of a half-vampire/half-human and a werewolf would be like. How would their child act? What kind of talent would it possess? I really hope that you like it and please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns Twilight!
Memories
I don't recall many experiences of my early life. I do remember voices and flashes of lights as I opened my eyes to greet the world. The first thing that I saw was her smile. It was perfect. I felt safe in her embrace. Her voice was a melodic ringing of wind chimes in a summer day.
"I love you so much, baby girl!" she said, her voice containing millions of emotions that I couldn't describe. I focus my eyes on hers, for a moment she stared at me quizzically.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked softly, almost as a lullaby. I wanted to answer her, but all I could do was gaze into the deep chocolate wells of her eyes.
"I am Nessie, your mother." she said, answering the question. She brought her lips to my forehead and kissed me. I cooed at the warm of her touch.
I lift my tiny hands and touched her. I could feel the pain that I had caused her as she gave birth to me. I saw the strain that her choice to have me had caused in her marriage. I saw everything, her life, her fears, and dreams. I also saw him.
He was tall, handsome and he was mine. He was her world and soon he would be my world. My life would revolve around him and her. They were the source of my life, the gravity that kept me grounded. I was theirs. I was the culmination of their great love. I was the missing piece that had been lost.
In her memories I saw other faces that soon would become recognizable. I didn't mind them. Nothing could stop the love that I had for her. I wanted to tell her my thoughts. There was so much love in me and I wanted to love her.
She noticed me struggling to caress her and laughed. "You really are Jacob Black's daughter. You want me all for yourself!" she chuckled, as she caressed my cheeks. I heard sounds around us, I didn't fidget or move. I was staring at my mother's eyes.
Someone cleared their throat. "Can we see the new addition to our family?" said a chirpy voice. My mother arranged me to face some members of our family. My new family! I wanted to feel the love and acceptance of me.
"Aunt Rose and Aunt Alice meet my angel, Sarah Rosalice Esme Black Cullen!" my mother said with pride.
"I decided to call her Sarah after Jacob's mother, because she has her blue eyes. Rosalice-well, you know where the name comes from. Esme, because grandmother's name is beautiful." my mother said with glee in every word.
I saw a blond woman slowly approach the hospital bed where my mother was resting. She carefully placed a cold hand over my head. Her face was beautiful, but her beauty could not be compared to my mother's.
"Can I hold her?" she asked, almost inaudible. I stared at her then at my beautiful mother.
"Of course, you may hold her, Aunt Rose." my mother said, as she nodded her head and carefully placed me in my Aunt Rose's hands.
I shifted uncomfortably for a few seconds, until I became accustomed to the cold touch of my aunt's arm.
"Hello, Rosalice! I have waited five months for your arrival. You are so beautiful- too bad Jacob's your father." Rosalie said, turning to face the man that stood by the doorway. She pressed me softly against her chest and growled at him.
I stared at my aunt Rosalie and felt attracted to her voice. She bent her lips toward my cheek and lightly pressed them against my skin. Her lips were cold, nothing like my mother's warm hands, lips and touch. I wriggled around her arms and tried to see the man that stood now closed to the other woman, my aunt Alice.
I extended my arms, but Rosalie just thought that it was a beautiful little gesture that a baby made. I touched her arms, and began to transmit images of my mother. I felt her tense under my touch, but then she relaxed and smiled. "You've your mother's talent!" Rosalie laughed and then turned to face my smiling mother.
"Talent?" my mother asked amused. Her beautiful lips parted into a smile. "Can she show you images, too?" her smile broadened as she stared into my eyes. I smile at her. I reached my arms for her.
"Yes," Rosalie said as she walked closer to my mother. They were both smiling and talking. My eyes wandered through out the room and noticed other unknown faces. There were other people that stood like marble sculptures. They all had pale skins, except the tall man with a russet skin color. It was the man that held my mother's heart. He was my father!
Our eyes met for a brief second, before I felt my mother's hands holding me. Our connection broke quickly. I wanted him to hold me, but I could hear his thoughts. He didn't want me. He wanted me gone. I had caused my parents a great deal of pain. Tears began to fall down my face. I didn't make a sound. I just gazed into my mother's liquid brown eyes. They loved me, yet there was sadness lurking in the surface.
"What's wrong, Rosalice?" my mother asked worriedly. She bounced me in her lap. "Today is your birthday! You should be joyous!" my mother giggled, trying to cheer me. One of her warm hand wiped away a salty tear. I touched my face and felt the strange clear liquid. We stared at each other. "You can touch my face and let me know why you are so sad, baby girl!" she whispered against my ear.
I obeyed her and touched her face. My hands were darker against her perfect ivory skin. I showed her the image of my father's unyielding, expressionless face. I showed her pictures of the faces and voices that were against my birth. I showed her all the memories she had. I heard my mother gasp.
"What did she showed you?" a deep husky voice said with concern. I turned my head to look. It was him, my father.
His stern eyes searched mine. I felt fear. "Are you ok, Nessie?" he asked, taking two strides to be next to my mother. He stroked her long bronze curly hair. He truly did love her; there was no doubt about it.
My mother began to cry. She held me closer to her chest. "I love you so much, Rosalice. You don't know how much I wanted you- to hold you. You are my life now. I will fight for your happiness!" she sobbed, as she kissed the crown of my head. I raised my head to see my mother's eyes, but I found his eyes. He looked at me. Blue eyes met dark brown eyes. I smiled at him, unsure of what reaction I would find in his face.
"Can everyone leave, please? I need to speak to Jacob." my mother said harshly. I held on to my mother, hiding my face in her soft curls. I heard footsteps leaving the hospital room. I heard my mother's heart beats. Now that I am older, they remind me of the batting of hummingbird wings. Our hearts were beating together, but mine at the pace of my father's.
My father, why didn't he love me? I thought I was the culmination of their love? But culmination means end- I didn't want to be the end of their love. I wanted to be part of the celebration, the union of two souls giving forth a new existence. A piece of their heart that is all I wanted to be.
"What is wrong, Nessie?" his deep voice came as a whisper. He walked towards the end of the bed and sat near my mother's feet.
"How could you, Jake? I wanted you to be near me, when I gave birth. You left me alone with grandpa Carlisle. You should've been there for the birth of our daughter." she hissed angrily. I held on tight to her and buried myself in the crook of her neck. I felt her hand stroking my back in a reassuring manner. "You could've been here when the nurse handed me the baby." she said softly, looking down at me and offering me a smile through her tears.
"I just wanted you to be there. You said that you would do anything that made me happy! But today you failed on your promise." she said, as she hugged me even tighter to her chest.
My father's breathing began to falter. The bed began to tremble. I lifted my head to see where the shakes were coming from. It wasn't my mother. I turned my head and found my father shaking. He was fearsome. His hands were clenched together and he threw his head back and muttered some words. Our eyes met. He noticed the fear in my eyes, and the shaking subsided.
"Jacob," my mother said warningly.
"I'm sorry, Nessie." he choked, his voice barely audible. "I thought that I was going to lose you, Baby. I couldn't live life without your smile. I didn't want-" his voice trailed off, his eyes still holding our gaze.
He placed a caring hand on one of my mother's leg. "I'm sorry!" he said staring at me.
I touched my mother's neck and through images asked her if he loved me. My mother's forehead touched my forehead. "Why don't you ask him, sweetie." she said softly, smiling down at me. She sat on her bed, still holding me closed to her heart.
"Jacob," she said, her silky voice soothing my nervous mind, "hold your daughter. She wants to ask you something very important." my mother finished.
My mother placed me in front of her, her arms stretched forward waiting for my father to reply. My father hesitated and grabbed me. His touch was warmer than my mother's. His eyes were on me.
"So, what do you want to show me?" he asked strictly. I looked at my mother, then at my father. She signaled me with her head to touch my father's hand and show him through images my question.
My small hands touched his muscled forearm. I quickly lifted my hand and took noticed that our skins were the same color. I touched him again and instead of showing him my question, I saw his memories.
I gasped at the images that were burrowed in his mind. They were fascinating. My father was a warrior, a hero. He loved with intensity. He did everything with his heart, before stopping to think. He loved my mother with all the passion in the world. When she became impregnated with me, he feared that I would kill her. I was growing at an advance rate. I saw many things that answered my question. I knew why he was so hostile around me, toward me. I saw the image that hurt the most. My mother almost dying giving birth to me: a monster.
"I don't see anything." he said annoyed. His voice brought me back to reality.
I touched his face, and felt his body tense. I began to show him images of my mother's face. He smiled. I showed him how much I loved her voice, her warmth and how much I love her. I showed him that I never meant to hurt her.
Then I showed him the images that I stole from my mother's mind. Her sadness, her pain and how much she suffered without him. Then I began to illustrate his thoughts; his fears of losing her, his hatred towards her decision to keep me. Then I showed him how much I loved him.
"I am sorry." I whispered. My voice was different from the voice that spoke in my mind. It wasn't the alto of my thoughts, but a high soprano, like the soft breeze of the night.
His dark brown eyes looked down at me. I turned my head and watched my mother. She was smiling through her tears. I bowed my head, and felt my father's arms around me. He held me tight and I felt him sigh. He kissed my forehead tenderly.
"I never meant to hurt anyone!" I cried, as I buried my face in his chest.
"I'm sorry, too!" he whispered against my ears. "I was a fool. Forgive me, please!" he cried. His apology was for both of us, my mother and me.
He stood up, still holding me in his arms and walked to where my mother rested. She shifted to the side to make space for him beside her.
"So," he began, a giant smile plastered in his face, "Sarah Rosalice Esme Black-Cullen?" he asked, looking at my mother quizzically. "That's a mouthful!" he chuckled, kissing the top of my mother's head.
"What do you want to call her? You are good with nicknames." my mother laughed, wiping the forgotten tears.
I stared at my father; his stern eyes were now filled with love. "Ali- let's call her Ali. It's short and cute like my baby girl." he said, kissing my nose. I giggled and touched him. I let him know how happy I was.
"So, little Ali, what else can you do?" my mother asked. She touched my cheeks with her index finger, and smiled contently.
I snuggled closer to my father's chest and heard his rhythmic heart. It slowly seduced me into a dreamful slumber.