Disclaimer- Don't own anything. Bla, Bla, Bla. You think I'd be wasting my time with fan fiction if I had Edward Cullen? All characters sadly property of Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter 1-
My son.
Carlisle-
There are things I thought I would never be allowed to have. Fatherhood to an actual baby being one of them. The bonds our kind have with our mates always seemed like the only close relationships we are capable of. Our aggressive nature usually prevents us from even forming close friendships, which is why we usually keep in such small groups.
But I was always different, so was my Esme. It was startling the desperation I felt to save her. Seeing her lying there broken was terrifying to me somehow. I could remember the girl I met the decade before. Beautiful in the glow of youth and happiness. To pull someone into this life seemed wrong, but somehow that didn't matter to me anymore. It just seemed so obvious, like I had always been waiting for her.
When she woke and I learned of her son, the grief her story caused me was unnerving. The thought that a piece of her was gone forever was like a needle straight through my heart. That she would always carry that pain, that I couldn't save her from it felt wrong somehow. Like I had failed her, because I couldn't make it better. I was her mate and I couldn't take the hurt away.
When she told me the impression I had made on her sixteen year old self, I was relieved. She could love me; I could give her some happiness. That was all I wanted. In 1929 I decided to take Esme to South America. Another move that would change me and my existence forever, as well as my mates.
Esme-
There was blood. Human blood and plenty of it. I wasn't an unruly newborn anymore, but the temptation was still there. I could tell the blood was weak, someone was hurt. I held my breath and looked over at my mate. We were hunting and there really shouldn't have been any humans so far out in the jungle. Once Carlisle could see that I was in control he ran towards the smell. Luckily I was so busy taking in my incredible surroundings that I hadn't really slipped into hunting mode yet. I had never been to South America before. This was sort of a second honeymoon for us.
Carlisle tensed as we drew near, so I did too. What could be worrying him? He certainly knew how to handle a hurt human, my beautiful doctor. Maybe he was trying to form some excuse for our presence out here. We had no water or compass, maps or anything that would help us look like we belonged here. Our clothes were wrong too. Not that any of that would stop my love, he would help the injured human as best he could. All of a sudden a melodic cry reached my ears. It was beautiful and heartbreaking all at once. It was a baby's cry, my legs moved faster of their own accord. If the sound hadn't removed me from my right state of mind I would have noticed the telltale inhuman beauty of it.
Carlisle-
What was I seeing? The dead woman was easy enough to understand but what was this? I had smelled something different on my way to the scene. I couldn't identify it and that made me uneasy. Then I saw them. A very pretty pale young woman with reddish-brown hair lay dead on the ground with some of the worst internal damage I had ever seen. She hadn't been dead even a half hour. I would have assumed animal attack under different circumstances but I saw the source of the damage and the unusual scent in my wife's arms.
It was a baby. He was crying. He kept looking at Esme and then at me and back to the dead woman on the ground. As if begging us to help her. What was he? Esme had run faster than I ever saw her run before and scooped him up before I could even process what was happening. He had the same unusual hair as what I could now only assume was his mother, and bright green eyes filled with tears and grief.
My doctor's mind registered his too fast heart rate and the scent that was unmistakably not human. But not vampire either, a very strange mixture of both. What was I seeing? What could this boy be? He looked so unnaturally alert for an infant, like he could see everything going on around him and understand it. "Its ok baby, it'll all be ok." My wife cooed and looked at me with wonder and shock on her face.
My mind suddenly went to the legend of the incubus. Could there possibly be some truth to those stories? Could this boy be some mixture of vampire and human? "We have to take care of him." Esme said desperation in her voice. "We can find out what he is and help him and take care of him." I saw her clutching him to her. His cries had slowed and he looked at us with curiosity on his sad perfect face. I had seen two immortal children in Voltera; you had only to be near them to love them. Those terrifying creations were the most beautiful children you had ever seen.
But this boy somehow put them to shame. He had all the perfect features of our kind and all the beauty of humanity in his rosy, healthy looking skin and the lovely green of his too alert eyes. I couldn't find any words, what on earth were we supposed to do?
One foot in front of the other was all I could come up with.
Esme-
I walked around the trees within eye and earshot of Carlisle as he examined and then buried the poor woman under an uprooted tree. I didn't want the boy near that. My boy, I thought. I had no trouble with my control around him. His beating heart and blood were no temptation to me. Carlisle had already looked him over and assured me that he looked to be alright and told me his preliminary theory on the boy's origins.
I didn't care what he was. I knew about the danger of immortal children and the trauma they had caused to our world, but that wasn't what this boy was. My son. He was good, I was sure of it.
A.N- Should I continue? Let me know.