I wrote this a while ago and thought I'd better do something with it, even if no one reads it so it is off my desktop...
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Eleazar came in from hunting with a look of utter confusion on his face. In his arms he held a small petrified child who obviously did not want to be held.
"What's going on?" Tanya asked cautiously, eyeing the kid. The look on her face told us she wasn't happy, especially after what happened with Sasha.
"Eleazar…" Carmen warned, glancing at her.
"You need to get rid of that right now," my sister told him sternly. "You know what the Volturi will do if you don't dispose of it immediately."
"No-" He started, almost pleading.
"Honey you have no choice," Carmen told him soothingly.
"But-"
"Look, I won't make you do it if you really can't but I'm still going to have to deal with him, okay?" Tanya asked gently. Suddenly she started. "Wait, where's Garrett? Did he…" She watched the toddler.
"No, he didn't-"
"Give him here," she coaxed, slowly taking the little boy from him. He didn't dare fight our coven leader.
The kid started to cry, his body shaking with sobs.
"It's okay, little one," she told him, hugging him and rubbing his back. "It will be over soon."
I could see this was going to be hard for her.
The tears came faster as if he knew what was going to happen.
"Shh, you won't feel anything, I promise." Her voice was thick as if she was holding back her own tears.
"You can't hurt him!" Eleazar cried desperately.
"I don't want to, Eleazar, but the Volturi-" she choked on a small sob.
We all froze, even the child. It was the first time any of us had ever seen her cry; your coven leader crying was just something that didn't happen. Ever.
"He's not immortal! Listen," he begged.
Faintly I could hear a small heartbeat.
"Please. You don't understand, I- he's-" He stole him from Tanya without as much as a fight and handed him to me.
His little body went ridged as soon as I touched him. He was so familiar; it was bizarre.
Then his eyes met mine. They were a deep chocolate brown faintly mixed with amber. Although I had never met him as a human, I knew him immediately.
"Garrett," I gasped, shocked. He nodded shyly. I hugged him closer to me. "Eleazar…what..?" I stared at him for some explanation.
"When we were out today a strange vampire injected him with something…and then this happened a few minutes later…" He bit his lip.
"I'm sowwy," Garrett told me then looked shocked, covering his mouth and going a brilliant red.
I couldn't help but giggle. Tanya and Carmen did too.
"Do you think it'll just wear off?" Tanya asked after collecting herself enough not to laugh.
"Maybe…they didn't really say anything about what would happen," Eleazar replied. "They just ran off."
"What are we going to do about you then?" Carmen asked, cooing over him.
He shrugged and held onto me tightly.
"Oh my god you are so cute!" I chuckled, hugging him and kissing the side of his face. I felt his cheeks heat up again.
"It's a bit of a long shot, but we could call Carlisle?" Eleazar suggested.
Garrett shook his head. "Cant. He's owt wiv Awistair today…"
We all tried not to laugh again but we all failed.
"Your speech is getting worse, my friend," Eleazar chuckled. "You were not talking like this on the way back.
"We could call him anyway," Tanya continued. She smiled kindly at Garrett. "I'm sure Alistair would get a kick out of this."
"No!" he whined. "No Awistair."
"No Awistair it is then," she giggled. "But I do think we should at least tell Carlisle."
He nodded slowly, biting on the end of his now way too long sleeve.
"First I think we'd better get you some clothes that fit," I told him. He lent his head on my shoulder, snuggling closer to me.
"I have a better plan," Tanya said to me. "How about you go and get the clothes, and I will put this one to bed."
"I think that might be best," I admitted, unable to keep from smiling as she took Garrett off me and he immediately clung to her.
As I got in the car, Carmen jumped in beside me. I looked at her for an explanation.
"I've always wanted to shop for a child," she told me sadly.
"Me too," I smiled as I pulled out of the driveway.