'Bout to disclaim the shit out of this...
I don't own any characters you recognise. So blame me not for this shitty personalities...Though I take full responsibilty for the OOC craziness you are about to witness.
You have been warned.
Beta'd by the darling Petersgirl. CHeck out her stuff on here.
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Act I
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Renesmee.
No, she refused to be called that. What were these beings thinking, giving her such a title? Absolutely not. Being merely two minutes, thirty seven seconds old didn't mean she wasn't allowed to give herself a name. Obviously she would need one that would strike fear into the hearts of her prey.
Something powerful!
"Who's a pretty baby?"
The light haired female was cooing at her again.
Bitch, of course I'm pretty!
Instead of voicing her annoyance at this infernal female, the hybrid child made adorable gurgling noises to appease the female's insistent rubbish mumblings.
This was rubbish. Her present situation was complete rubbish. She was hungry. Very hungry. The female that birthed her was the perfect first meal, it was her purpose after all. She was going to eat her as soon as she was placed on the female's bosom. But then she saw the dark haired female's eyes. There was emotion, affection maybe, in her eyes.
Thus, upon her first bite, she decided to give the woman a chance at a new life. They would change her. Make her stronger. Then the woman would be a suitable companion for the future. The baby sensed the power in the female.
Remarkable.
Like the female's blood. And now she was even hungrier. She moved her eyes up to stare into the dark eyes of the female holding her.
The female cooed again and lifted her up in the air. It was exhilarating for the wee infant.
Another presence. She looked up and saw the male who'd managed to earn second place on her shit list.
'Throw it out the window.'
A small growl left the infant's lips, but for the adults it sounded like a giggle. Or they were just in denial.
The male stared into her eyes and fell to his knees. The baby felt a foreign presence, an entity she deemed malicious, attempt to attach itself onto her.
NO! She pushed back. The female who birthed her had given her another gift. Shield. Protect. Defy this magic.
The man gasped and choked, falling backwards to land on his ass. The female carrying her spun to glare at the male.
Good, the baby thought, one less person to kill immediately.
"What's wrong with you dog? Need a flea bath?" the light haired female hissed.
The man seemed to gain back some coherence, he returned to his feet and snarled at the woman, "That thing killed her!"
Thing.
He may have just moved up her 'Must eat' list. The first was the being that helped in her creation, only to want to end her the moment he was aware of her existence.
"So what?" the light haired female hissed, pulling the infant into her chest in an act of protection.
The infant hissed. She was ignored. This female wanted her, what was the word—mother—, dead.
The male growled deeply and crouched. A shimmering in the air made the infant stiffen. The female attempted to shield her, but she bit down on the female's arm, cracking the marble like skin.
Sweet velvet liquid seeped into her mouth and down her throat. Marvelous. It was better than the red liquid of her mother. Powerful, invincible. Addictive.
Air rushed pass her ears. The female was running. From what? She didn't care much. The taste of the life fluid was too good to ignore. More.
The female hissed and lagged in her running. The baby bit harder. More liquid flowed. The female finally stopped and fell to the ground.
"Renesmee darling. Stop." The female pleaded, trying to pry the infant away from her shoulders.
No. It's too delicious.
Growls. Howls. Noise that disturbed her feast. The female succumbed. Slumped to the ground and lay stiff, her skin looked…dead. Pale, but there was no life. Grey and hollow. Her face was sunken in, her eyes wide open but no life remained.
Another growl. The baby pulled away from the cadaver of the light haired female. She sat up on the female's chest and looked around.
Silver liquid dripped from her chin. The face of an angel.
A howl. She bared her teeth, her eyes narrowed, taking in the new prey. Three—now five large canines surrounded her, watching. Confused.
Stronger. So very stronger she felt. The large black canine moved closer, its teeth bared.
Her eyes shifted. They were no longer brown. They took on an animalistic green and amber combination. Her pupils morphed into cat-like slits. She licked her lips at the scent of the animals. They smelt like that male. Prey. Strong prey. They would make her stronger.
She licked her lips again, her small baby hands moved up to her mouth. An innocent image. An innocent baby harmless.
The canine stepped closer and sniffed. The baby let out a little giggle.
The wolf back peddled. Impossible. There was no way that this infant could possibly be a newborn. It was too big. But only minutes ago when Jacob had phased and sent him a mental message, this infant was tiny, barely able to sit up. How?
Spawn! Demon! All those words seemed so distant. Looking into the child's cat-like eyes. Innocent. Pure. Beautiful.
Until it smiled. Fangs. Long and sharp, perturbed the infant's mouth. Inked with the silver venom of the vampire it had just fed on. A creature that fed on vampires. Impossible, but there plain as day. An ally. Something to help in their fight against the cold ones.
No, kill it. His brothers shouted. Dangerous. Unknown. Deadly.
If it could take down a vampire, what would it do to them?
The decision was made when Jacob bounded forward, jaws wide to snap at the child.
Gone. The child was gone millisecond before they could process it. Jacob tumbled over the stiff from of Rosalie Hale.
A giggle resonated through the trees, "Bad doggie." The voice of a sweet angel, a child in the midst of playtime. It spoke.
The wolves didn't have time to react. The Cullens were there, fighting, attacking as if in war. Edward Cullen was missing.
Chaos reigned as the wolves and vampires battled. The child, now somewhat smaller than a toddler sat naked in one of the trees. So many prey. She giggled.
The rustic brown wolf looked up at her. She clapped her hands when it tried to jump to her level. Looking around she accessed the situation. She couldn't attach with this level of chaos. She was still a suckling. Her size could be used at an advantage but it was a risk.
Lead the wolf away. Ambush it.
She bounded from tree to tree heading back towards the structure that held her mother, knowing that the wolf was following on the ground. Sliding down the tree, she crawled into the clearing of the back yard seconds before the wolf tumbled out of the trees.
It saw her and rushed. Her eyes, still in slits, zeroed in at her prey. Closer. Large canine teeth, covered in drool obstructed her vision for a second. And then she was on its back, her tiny fists full of brown fur, holding her in place.
The creature rolled onto its back in attempt to get her off. Her hands tightened.
A low rumbling growl was heard, followed by a whine when she started pulling its fur to expose the skin underneath.
She bit down, hard, and a howl filled the air.
While the venom of the vampire was cold, sweet and thick, the blood of the shifters was warm and savory. It went down like silk, tickling her throat with its warmth.
The wolf yowled in distress and rolled onto its back, but she held on. Her fangs embedded into the thick skin, her hands gripping fur tightly. She would not let go. Not until she had her fill.
He went limp, much like the vampire female. Her saliva was working as a paralyzing agent. Good, now she could drink in peace without its trashing about.
The body shimmered, morphing back into its human form, but she was still latched onto its neck. Her prey went dry all too soon. She crawled off the body and sat beside it, staring into the lifeless eyes that had tears running down to the cold dirt.
She heard the battle in the distance. It was moving closer. Something else grabbed her attention. The sound of heartbeat. Her mother.
On hands and knees she crawled up the stairs, thankful for the boost the fluids of her prey give her. Through the door, up the stairs, into the room she knew held her mother.
No one was here to look over her. To protect the woman through her change. Irresponsible. The beings of this group were irresponsible. They were battling the large canines.
Looking for her, maybe?
She climbed into the bed and laid across her mother's chest. The smell of blood was inviting but she was sated. The wound were she'd emerged wasn't healed, but the scent of venom permitting the room meant that her mother would change. Change into prey. Weak prey. The venom in her was weak.
No, her mother had to be strong. Stronger than prey. But not stronger than her. She brought her tiny fingers to her mouth, her fangs elongated. A prick to the finger allowed a droplet of her dark blood to come forth. She reached forward and stuck her finger into her mother's mouth.
It would be enough. Her mother would be prey, but not prey.
Her mother jerked slightly, causing the infant to sit up on her chest. It was working.
She knew. It was hard-wired into her to know everything about her existence. She was the ultimate predator.
Someone entered the room. She turned and met the golden stare of the tall, light haired man. Scars adorned his skin.
Powerful. Strong. Worthy. Like her mother.
Calming, but dangerous.
Special.
Like her mother.
"Renesmee." The male spoke, she snarled, exposing her fangs. His eyes went wide, but that was the only indication of surprise. He stood stoic, staring at her. His eyes moved to her mother.
She leaned in, her eyes still on him and touched her mother's cheek, "Ma."
That invoked a reaction. He exhaled loudly and nodded, "Yes. She is your mother. Do not harm her."
The baby giggled and shook her head, "Ma stwong."
"…"
"You stwong." She pricked her finger again and held the hand out to him. He needed to be strong like her mother, if he was to protect her. She couldn't do it. Not yet. There was a world she needed to see. Prey to hunt.
He stared at her hand, his mouth hanging open. He didn't move. It annoyed her.
"Dwink!" she ordered in her angelic child-like voice.
"No." He said firmly and took a step closer, "Renesmee."
She growled and pulled back her hand, the small wound already healed. Her plump cheeks vibrated cutely, but the meaning was obvious. She was annoyed.
"You don't like that name?" another step closer.
She shook her head and pouted. He was now standing beside the bed. His eyes accessed both her and her mother.
He sniffed and frowned, "Not enough venom." He whispered to himself. The baby nodded in agreement. He moved to pick her up but she jumped, right off the bed and onto the floor.
She pointed to her mother, "Fix."
He blinked. He was being ordered around by a baby. A baby with fangs and cat-like eyes. No, scratch that, they were brown again. Now the baby was glaring. It make him cringe, he felt ice go up his spine.
What the fuck is happening here?
He didn't have time to further process the thought, Bella's heart was getting fainter. Edward. Useless fucker. Instead of making sure his wife would change, he ran off to throw punches at the wolves.
Idiot. A syringe of venom would do nothing.
He leaned over Bella's still form and inhaled. Her scent did the trick of making the venom pool in his mouth. He just hoped he didn't drain her entirely.
He bit down on her neck and felt her warm blood filter into his mouth.
Goddamn, Fuck! Mother. Shit. She tasted good. More than good. Her blood was unnaturally sweet, but there were hints of other flavors. He couldn't remember what food tasted like, but he was sure Bella's blood was better.
Amazing. He moaned into her throat.
Insane. He was going insane. And he was turned on.
A noise in the room snapped him out of the daze. An almost silent growl. A baby-like growl. He felt a stinging pain in his ankle, but it stopped almost immediately.
'Fucking baby bit me!' he stared down at the offender.
She glared at him before crawling back to give him space. With a shake of his head, he nodded stiffly. He needed to control himself. Else he would kill Bella.
Something in the back of his mind told him if he didn't the demon child would flay him. He wasn't fooled by the innocent face. He saw the body of Jacob Black in the yard, a tiny bit mark on his neck. During the fight in the forest he saw the bite mark on Rosalie.
This was definitely not a normal baby. Hell it didn't even look like a newborn.
He bit into Bella's wrist, pushing as much venom out as he could. He repeated the process with her ankles and behind her knees and elbows.
A piercing howl caught his attention. That sounded close. He hurriedly grabbed a clean sheet and covered Bella, she'd have to be cleaned later.
"Re—Fuck."
The baby was gone.
He was standing on the porch within seconds.
His family was holding off what remained of the wolves. He'd personally incapacitated of three before he heard the cry of the infant and came running. Sam, Paul, Jared, Leah and Quil remained. The family kept pushing them back, but tried to not harm any of them.
Jasper snarled loudly, but no one paid attention to him. His eyes moved to the dead body of Jacob. How fickle the loyalty of the wolf seemed now. The moment he thought Bella was dead he'd switched sides again. His pack followed his example without thought. It pained him to attack Seth, but he had a family to protect. The young wolf would heal, eventually.
Something moved pass him. The scent familiar now.
"Shit." Was all he could say at the sight of the tiny creature attaching itself to the Paul, who was in the middle of a fight against Emmett.
The wolf growled and shook itself, but Emmett had already tackled him. The two blurred. Jasper panicked.
If that fucking spawn manages to get itself killed…
The Major snapped to attention. He let her power loose, forcing lethargy on all the occupants of this idiotic fight.
Bodies slumped and the air went silent. All except, the sound of slurping.
He gritted his teeth and rushed over to the still forms of Paul and Emmett. The grey wolf rested on the side, a baby attached to its back as if suckling.
Jasper reached towards the infant, attempting to pry it loose. It was surprisingly easy. He held the gurgling infant at arms-length, not willing to risk anything.
He grimaced at the blood stained face of the child. This was one of the longest hour of his existence. A glance around told him he had a lot to do. He needed someone to keep the child while he cleaned up this mess.
Esme.
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He faced the first hiccup in his plan after he passed the treaty line between their land and the Wolves. He would have to leave them alive. Paralyzing them would be tricky. But he needed to do it so they wouldn't come after his family again. To appease Carlisle, he didn't kill them. They'd already lost two of their own —Jacob and Paul. They were all injured, which meant they would think twice about coming after them. That would give them time to get the hell out of Forks.
He returned to the house to find Alice and Esme cleaning Bella. The baby sat in a playpen right in the room. She was cleaned and in a diaper.
Sharp brown eyes watched both Alice and Esme critically. But every time the two women turned their attention to her, she would act the part of an innocent child. He wanted to scoff at the act.
It would seem the infant didn't want anyone else knowing about…he stopped his thoughts.
"Where's Edward?"
Esme turned sad eyes to him, "He went with Emmett to get Rose."
"Those…beasts tore her apart!" Alice wailed, she abandoned her work on Bella to throw herself into his arms.
So they didn't know it was the demon child that killed Rose. He turned his eyes to the infant.
She blinked innocently.
Alice pulled away from him, "Did you kill those animals?"
He frowned and shook his head, "No. They've lost two already. And I didn't think Carlisle would want me to kill them."
"Alice, I need your help to change her." Esme said, noticing Jasper's hesitation to say more.
With Alice's attention back to Bella, Jasper moved towards the playpen and stooped down to peer at the child, "How is the little one?"
"She's been very quiet since you left her. I'm actually surprised. When we heard her crying in the forest…"
"She wasn't in the forest." Jasper cut her off before he could stop himself, "She was already back at the house when I got here. Jacob…"
Esme sighed and nodded, "You had to do it Jasper, or else he would have killed her."
Great, now he was taking the blame for the miserable imp's kill. The child grinned up at him as if hearing his thoughts. He reached his hand into the pen and allowed her to grasp his fingers.
"Why isn't Edward with her?"
He was answered with silence. The child's fingers tightened around his. It was then that he realized he felt nothing from the child. He glanced over his shoulders and peered at Bella, she was now in a short blue dress lying on the bed like a corpse.
Nothing. He tried to stand but the tiny hands clamped around his wrist made him pause.
Esme turned to smile at him, "I think she wants you to carry her."
He scowled down at the smiling infant. With a groan he lifted the child into his arms. She squealed happily and grabbed a fistful of his chin length hair. He tried to pry his hair free and she grabbed his hand, finding it entertaining.
Esme and Alice were done with Bella. He walked over and grimaced at the outfit.
"She's going to be uncomfortable in that. And pissed when she wakes up."
Alice scowled at him, "I won't allow her to enter immortality looking like a hobo."
"Jeans and t-shirt doesn't mean hobo Alice." He offered, staring down at the sunken features of Bella.
They heard movement downstairs. Emmett and Edward had returned. Sadness, confusion and heartbreak washed through the house, almost knocking him to his knees. The child whimpered in his arms.
He pulled her closer, she burrowed his face in his neck. Esme and Alice zoomed out of the room. He heard them whispering to Emmett and Edward seconds later.
They were confused. Rosalie shouldn't have been dead. Even if the wolves had torn her apart. But all the venom in her body was gone, as if she bled out.
Jasper closed his eyes tightly. He lost a sister. Because of the child in his arms.
Edward entered the room, he watched him with narrowed eyes. His eyes moved to his daughter.
Jasper felt his brother's frustration and disgust. He watched the exchange between father and daughter. The little girl turned away from the bronze hair man.
"I can't hear her." Edward mumbled, "Or you." He turned an accusing eye to Jasper.
Really now?
Edward rubbed his face roughly and fell into the chair beside Bella's bed. Jasper was about to comment on the mind reader's spiraling emotions, but felt a sharp pain on his shoulder.
The little shit bit him, again.
"Are you hungry?" Jasper whispered to the infant, shifting her away from his shoulder, "I'll go feed her." He said before the father could say anything. Edward didn't seem interested at all.
"When the fuck did I get elected as nanny?"
The baby giggled and opened her mouth, but Jasper pinched her lips together. A nagging feeling told him she was about to repeat the more colorful words in his vocabulary.
He flicked her nose lightly, "You're going to force a swear jar on me, aren't you?"
He entered the kitchen and was surprised to find it empty. Listening closely, he heard Esme with Emmett, trying to calm him. Alice and Carlisle were in the garage, with Rose's body.
He sighed and moved to the freezer that held the donated blood.
"How are you still hungry?"
She didn't answer. He placed her on the island counter. She was smart enough to not fall off the damn thing. He busied himself with pouring the baggie's contents into a baby bottle and heating it up.
When he finally turned to face the demon, she was staring at him with big brown eyes. She was Bella's daughter. Even in her infant stage, her features were mostly Bella's. Except her hair. He shook his head, babies shouldn't have that much hair.
He could tell she would be blessed with thick, unruly bronze curls.
Not sure if she'd want him to feed her, he handed the bottle over. If she was able to kill a vampire and wolf without drawing too much attention to herself, she should be able to hold a damn bottle.
Of course she did. She bit off the nipple of the bottle and gulped the contents quickly.
"Someone's a piggy." He chuckled, leaning against the island as he watched her. He took the bottle and dumped it in the sink.
Vampire venom, wolf blood and human blood. What in the hell did Bella and Edward make?
Carlisle entered the kitchen just as Jasper had finished cleaning her up.
"How is little Renesmee? Today has been…hectic."
The child growled, causing Jasper to smirk, "She doesn't seem to like that name."
Carlisle frowned, staring at the child, "She's grown already. She shouldn't be this aware yet."
Jasper shrugged and moved the child to his right hip. She mumbled nonsensically and stuck her fingers in her mouth.
The empathy sighed, "She's still hungry."
Carlisle glanced at the sink, "You fed her human blood?"
He nodded.
"Maybe some human food then. We need to train her on a well-balanced diet."
Venom, wolf and human blood. Yeah, that's a well-balanced diet if he ever saw one.
Still, he placed her back on the island and moved to the fridge and opened it.
"Baby formula, Jasper." Carlisle chuckled softly and moved to stand beside him, shutting the fridge as he passed.
The sounds of soft coughs and distasteful babbling made them spin to the child.
…
He barked a laugh. The child coughed again. Carlisle panicked and rushed towards the child. She had found the herbs Esme kept out, mostly for decoration or when she cooked for Bella. The baby was a stalk of green in her hands, she spat, trying to get the offending green leaves out of her mouth.
Carlisle grabbed the herb from her hand and wiped her face with a paper towel, trying to get the remaining leaves out of her mouth.
Jasper rolled his eyes and approached, he stretched out his hand and ordered, "Spit."
She obeyed, spitting the chewed leaves into his hands. He grimaced and quickly washed his hands.
"She understands. Remarkable."
"I don't think Bella would appreciate you looking at her daughter like she's a lab rat Carlisle."
Carlisle cleared his throat and stepped back. The room fell silent for a while.
"Emmett wants to wait until Bella wakes up to…say goodbye to Rose."
Jasper paused, staring out the window he spoke, "Bella would want to say good bye too.
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