AN: I've had the idea of the Cullen kids having kids before the series started. What would they think, would they fight in the wars, etc. and this was born! Twampire stands for twin vampire just to let you know

EDIT: Okay peeps, I remodeled the first chappie and want to know what you think. I like it this way better.

Disclaimer: I only own Kaden, Lily, and Adrian. Everyone else is owned by Stephenie Myer. (I don't own Coco Puffs or Lucky Charms either ;) ) Or Call of Duty for that matter.

I padded down the hall from my room in my designer slippers. Well, in one designer slipper. My other foot was still in a brace from when I, excuse me my brother, broke my ankle last month. It just goes to show that you shouldn't just leave two boys alone with a log…especially two boys like my brother and cousin who had extra strength and would start throwing that log around like a football. Things like this happened all the time in my house. With seven vampires and three hybrids, like me, you get really used to all of the rough housing. That reminds me, I haven't really introduced myself. I'm Lillian Alice Whitlock-Hale daughter of Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen (you can just call me Lily, everybody does). I know what you're thinking: Vampires can't have kids. Well apparently they can. It has something to do with our diet. Grandpa explained it to me before but to tell you the truth I really wasn't listening. There are two others like me (as far as we know…) my twin brother Kaden and my cousin Adrian. Adrian is my Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmet's kid. Since we're all so alike there's a connection with our minds, meaning we can talk to each other without anyone hearing in our heads.

I looked at the clock 5:30 in the morning. Kaden had already turned thirteen and he had slept through it. I had another hour with my twelve-year-old ways. At 6:30 I would officially be thirteen. Woo! Welcome to teenager-dom!

I smiled to myself, thinking about how my Uncle Emmett couldn't call a baby any more, when a flash of pain ripped through the back of my head. Ouch, I winced and rubbed the spot. Was this part of being a teenager? Another flash of pain erupted this time in the front of my head and I slid down the hallway wall and sat down on the cream carpet for a couple of minutes, holding my head. I waited a few minutes before the pain dissipated. Taking a slow breath I slowly got to my feet. Okay, no head ache. What the heck was that? Questions bubbled up in my mind before I pushed them back down. This was my birthday! I was supposed to be all happy and everything. Killer head aches shouldn't bother me! Feeling a ton better I walked down the rest of the hall way.

I looked at the clock again on my way down the huge stair case in our new house in Forks, Washington, it was 6:00. I had spent a half hour on the floor? The questions bubbled up again and I pushed them back down, something else caught my eye, demanding my attention. A rare beam of sunlight had filtered through the light curtains that covered the wall of glass. I glanced out of one of the wide windows and took in the back yard, sparkling with the new dusting of snow Forks had received last night. The light danced off of the precipitation just like it would with one of my relatives. It was absolutely beautiful.

Perfect, now nobody has to go to school today! I thought smiling. When I had learned that my birthday was going to fall on a Tuesday this year I was really disappointed. Kaden, Adrian, and I aren't allowed to go to school yet. Grandpa says that with our spastic growth spurts and developments it would be way too dangerous. Not to mention the fact that they had no idea what was going to happen to us later on in life. If we were going to keep on growing normally until we…expired…like humans do, stop growing at a certain age, or something more dramatic like exploding ( Adrian's theory, not mine). Anyway, my parents have to go to school to 'keep up appearances', so if it wasn't so sunny out they would have missed my birthday. I turned away from the window and started to make my way into the living room, not really paying attention to where I was going until I stepped on something squishy and it popped, sending a blast of air into my face. I screamed in surprise, before looking taking a good look at my surroundings. The living room was covered with purple and blue streamers and balloons of the same colors (like the now deflated one that I had stepped on) were EVERYWHERE! I guess I should have known that my mom would have decorated for my birthday. Thank God that mom had been reined in this year. Nobody wanted a repeat of last year's birthday when my mother had decided to make her mission in life to suffocate me in all things pink in hopes that it would miraculously change my opinion of the horrible color. Needless to say it didn't work. I hated that color with a passion (and always would) but mom insisted that it was "just a faze" and that I would "grow out of it."

I navigated my way through the living room to the kitchen. Only popping two more balloons and being almost strangled by one streamer on the way. There was a note taped to the kitchens doorway.

Hey Babies,

Happy Birthday!

We're out hunting and should be back around seven.

DON'T TOUCH THE CAKES!

Feel free to make yourself cereal or something but remember that you're having cake for breakfast, so don't eat anything that will make you throw up.

Love,

Mom and Dad

So that's why it was so quiet, everyone was out hunting. I reattached the note to the doorway and walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of Coco Puffs. After I had taken a couple of bites of chocolaty goodness I heard some bumps from above me. Looks like the boys were up. They always had the coordination of toddlers when they woke up and no doubt one of them had tripped over something in their cluttered rooms. I pushed a blond curl out of my blues eyes and kept on eating.

Adrian was the first up. He limped into the kitchen panting with wide green eyes.

"I only-gasp-just made it-gasp-through." He panted clutching the granite countertop. "I think I was-gasp-bitten by a snake-gasp-or something in that jungle-gasp-back there. If I-gasp-die, tell my mother-gasp-I love her."

At this point he had slid down to the tiled floor and lay spread eagle on his back with his tongue flopping out of his mouth.

I chose to ignore him rather than get dragged into something that I didn't particularly want to get dragged in to. A loud crash followed by a few swear words that were definitely PG 13 came from the living room/deadly jungle of balloons and streamers.

And the Birthday Boy finally makes his appearance.

He came into the kitchen looking a lot more alert than he probably was before venturing through the living room of party death. Just like Adrian and Uncle Emmett, Kaden and my dad could pass for brothers if it weren't for the difference in eye and hair color. Kaden's black hair was standing straight up from the way he slept last night, and his blue eyes looked a bit like they did the time he had drank a super espresso cappuccino with extra foam.

"A party monster is living in our living room." He told me still sporting the deer caught in the head lights look.

"Yep and it killed Adrian." I said nonchalantly gesturing to our 'dead' cousin, who was still on the floor.

He looked down, noticing Adrian for the first time.

"I told them that Mom's parties can kill." He said nudging Adrian with his foot. "But, no, they wouldn't believe me and now…" he trailed off before looking at me, his eyes wide again. "Oh God, now I'm going to have to hang out with you all of the time." He looked horrified by the thought. It was so nice to know that my brother loved me so much. "Oh God, Adrian, buddy, wake up!" he was on the ground now. "Don't leave me alone with a girl! Who will I hang out with during the day? I mean I have dad and Uncle Em and Uncle Eddie and Grandpa but they're old! Who am I going to throw slush balls with?" He was really starting to freak out now. "Who am I going to go mattress sliding with? Who's going to help me kill the Nazi's in Call of Duty? Who's going to help me kill Lily in paintball war, Adrian? You are the peanut butter to my jelly. The cracker to my cheese. The-the-the…" Suddenly remembering something Kaden's expression changed from crushed to totally pissed off. "Hey, you owe me ten bucks! Just because you died doesn't mean that you can't pay me back! Fork it over!" Kaden held out his hand expectantly while Adrian 'woke up'.

"What happened to me being the cracker to your cheese?" He grumbled getting to his feet again.

"You still have to pay up, it's my birthday."

"No it isn't."

"Yeah, it is, moron." Kaden rolled his eyes.

"No, it's the 25, stupid." Adrian retorted, looking for the calendar.

"It's January 26, retard, I think I would remember my birthday."

Adrian finally found the calendar. He quickly looked at the boxes crossed out with Grandma's multicolored pen, a different color every day, blushed and muttered something.

"Fine, your right, God, here." He reached into his pocket and handed over a bill.

"You sleep with money in your pocket?" I asked him.

He glared at me.

"Look, I just died fighting my way through a death trap that my aunt set up, came back to life and had to repay a freaking debt to My Cheese. And now you're criticizing my sleeping habits! It might be your birthday but, come on Lils, give a reincarnated guy a break!"

Kaden started laughing at the end of Adrian's mini speech, spraying the orange juice that he had found in the fridge across the island. Adrian was pissed at his blatant disrespect and lunged across the counter top, spilling my coco puffs all over me, and tackled my brother. They both started rolling around the floor, in the contents of two spilled cereal bowls and a cup of orange juice, right into the leg of the bar stool I was sitting on, making me fall on top of them and getting my hair soaked in chocolate milk.

So there we were, in a tangled mess on the floor covered in milk, bits of cereal in our hair, with orange juice dripping off of the countertop.

And the sad part was that this happens almost all of the time.

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