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Note: Contains implications of a young patient being sexually abused by much older doctor. No description.

Son

Prologue

May of 2012 that was when they came … a very odd looking group of vampires. Ten of them, six boys and four girls, a whole coven, and vegetarians at that. A whole coven of vegetarians here to see the Cullen's.

They all appeared to be of different nationalities. Two Russians; two Ukrainians; two Irish; one German; one Romanian; a Latvian and one American. They were also of different ages. The oldest two were about forty years old, one seemed about twenty- seven, another two were twenty, one was easily nineteen, two were seventeen and the youngest two could be no older than twelve.

"Greetings, Carlisle Cullen." The oldest man stated, extending his hand.

Carlisle took it. "Hello as well…"

"Kliment Popov." He answered. "We've all heard so much about you."

"Really." Carlisle responded. "If you don't mind me asking- Who are you ten?"

"Why we're the Franz Josef Coven." Kliment informed. "This is my wife Daina and these are the rest of our family… Olimpia Dalca, Hartwin Kasper, Ríon McEvin, Ivor McEvin, Kalyna Lagunov, Miloslav Ivanov, Zoya Lagunov and Brann Rowbin."

"Privet!" "Hallo!" "Dia Dhuit!" "Pryvit!" "Salut!" "Sveiki!" "Hello!" they all said in turn.

"Well this is my wife Esme." Carlisle replied, introducing in turn. "…And these are our children; Edward, Emmett and Alice Cullen; Jasper and Rosalie Hale. Our daughter-in-law Bella and our granddaughter Renesmee."

The Cullen's each gave a greeting in turn…save for Rosalie,

"What brings you here?" Esme queried.

"Well, one of us is the son of one of yours."

This got a strange look from some of the Cullen's. So there was a long silence that followed.

"Is it Emmett?" Jasper questioned, partially for the reason of humor. "Those twins do possess an odd resemblance to him."

The twins best described as blonde Emmett's, Ivor and Ríon McEvin, shook their heads.

"You do have two children, Emmett." Brann Rowbin informed. He was a young man of about twenty-seven, with black hair and of about average height. "But, neither of those is us."

"I do!?" Emmett reacted.

"Yes, Daisy Saharris and Jonas Cottlins." Brann replied.

"Really, those last names do sound familiar." Rosalie practically slapped him as he said this. "But…how would you know about this."

"I see the past." Brann told. "Things, events that took place before now."

"You do…do you." Rosalie said sarcastically. "Where's your proof?"

Brann Rowbin frowned momentarily as if contemplating. Then he began. "Carlisle, he shouldn't have hit you like that." He put a hand on his shoulder."

Carlisle nodded.

"Esme, don't blame yourself." Brann stated.

This time it was Esme who put a hand on his shoulder. "Your mother shouldn't blame herself …and neither should you."

"Emmett, you were just a boy…who'd made some mistakes." Brann said. "But you're not that now…besides their mothers didn't resent you that much."

"Gee…thanks." Emmett replied then he added with a smile on his face. "…Relative."

"Bella, you did have a far less horrific human life than some of them did."

"So they do envy me."

"I can't tell you that- but still I don't think that's the case."

Brann said nothing to Edward he only stared.

Edward's eyes grew wide with shock.

Brann nodded.

Brann crouched down so that he was at Renesmee's level. "Hello, Nessie."

"Hello, Brann." She answered putting a hand against his cheek.

"How would you like to have some friends to play with?" he asked and Nessie nodded.

"Milo, Zoya, how about you two play with Nessie." Brann suggested. "Outside."

"We Shall." Miloslav "Milo" Ivanov agreed.

"Come on, Nessie." Zoya Lagunov called.

"Jasper, you are a far better person than you think you are." Brann told him.

Jasper Hale just stared at him. It wasn't an angry stare…just a stare with a hint of curiosity behind it. He appeared to be reading his emotions, trying to find out what his intentions were.

He said nothing and Brann didn't resent him for that.

"Rosalie… we knew each other as children. Did we not."

"Yeah… you had that creepy sister who could see the future." Rosalie responded.

"Eliza." Brann corrected. "You called us the 'freaky twins'. Behind our backs and to our faces."

"Well being sent down to Hawthorne, Mississippi, every summer to visit my grandmother…wasn't exactly my idea of fun." Rosalie replied.

"Perhaps you made it un-fun for yourself."

"Maybe-." Rosalie then realized what he was trying to do. "That only proves that you can remember…not that you're anything special. You're going to have to do better than that."

"Forgive me for saying this Rosalie, but, someday you're going to have to realize that there are worse men than Royce King III." Brann informed matter of factly.

"Why you Bastard!" Rosalie returned with anger.

"So my parents weren't in wedlock. But given the circumstances, I wouldn't-"

"I meant the other definition you idiot."

Brann merely stared at her.

"Your parents weren't married?" Edward asked even though he knew very well what the answer was.

"True- But frankly I'm glad they weren't." Brann paused momentarily. "My father was a monster."