A/N: I don't own twilight. I just love it. This is a second-generation story about a character I created myself. I really think you'll enjoy it, but I'll have to let you be the judge ;)

Just to set things up: JJ and Sarah are thirteen-year old twins. Abby is their four year old little sister. JJ is half shape-shifter, and Sarah is half vampire. Abby is a quarter vampire, a quarter shapeshifter, and half human. ...I think you'll pick up on the rest. Enjoy!

Chapter 1.

Jacob Black Jr.

I thought my parents had been perfectly fine with having just three kids-Me, Sarah, and our little sister Abby; but I guess I had been dead wrong. I had a whole five months to let this sink in, since that was how long my mom had been pregnant for, but it never really sank in until tonight.

It was nine-o-clock at night, and we were just doing what we normally do. Me and Sarah were playing blackjack (loser does all the chores) and Dad was reading Abby a bedtime story. (It was his turn, after all.) Mom had decided to go to bed early. I had almost kicked Sarah's ass when Mom started yelling.

"Jake!" She yelled from the bedroom. I knew she wasn't calling me, or else she would have called me by my nickname, JJ, but I got up from my bed as quickly as I possibly could anyway. Sarah followed me all the way to my parents room, and since Abby had superhuman hearing as well as the rest of us, she heard us all the way from her room and rushed in as well.

My mom was sitting upright in bed, crying nervous tears into my dad's T-shirt. I'd definately never seen my mom like this before.

"Daddy, what's the matter with Mommy?" Abby asked innocently, the way four-year-olds tend to do. But 'Daddy' ignored her, and talked straight to me. He didn't really have much time to answer Abby's question at the moment, even if it was what Sarah and I were wondering as well.

"JJ, go downstairs and call your great-grandfather," He instructed firmly, "Tell him we need him right away. Your mother's water broke. She's having the baby."

I didn't say a word back to my dad. I just rushed downstairs. I had to push past Sarah on my way out of the bedroom, which I wish I didn't have to do. She seemed pissed that Dad had asked me to make the call, and not her. I could feel how upset she was, maybe because we're twins, or its some freaky half-vampire thing that nobody knows about.

I thundered down the stairs, but when I got there I realized I wasn't alone.

"Grandpa Edward," I said, "What are you doing here?"

"Sorry," He said, "I just had to…keep tabs on your mother. Carlisle is on his way," He confirmed, "Along with everyone else,"

"Oh, okay," Was all I had to say to that. I sure was glad that my father couldn't read minds...

"I heard that," My grandfather mumbled, as he rushed upstairs. I was about to apologize, but then I heard him chuckle. He was just joking with me, and even though my grandfather liked to do this to me a lot, I still breathed a sigh of relief. I had really thought I'd made him angry this time.

Nervously, I looked at the time as I ran my fingers through my short black hair. I liked it long, and so did my dad, but my mom made us both cut our hair. I was still a little mad about that, unlike Dad who was always so supped up in that imprint stuff. But right now, as I was facing the possibility of losing my mom once again, I didn't care. I'd go bald if it would save her life.

See, my mom has only come close to death twice. And that was when she was giving birth to me and Sarah, and then again when she gave birth to Abby. I knew from listening through the walls four years ago, what giving birth to people like my siblings and I entailed. We aren't normal people. And there is absolutely no chance that the new baby will ever be normal. It's the way it is.

The door swung open, and my great-aunt Alice bounded inside. I love all of my family, but boy, does my great Aunt go overboard. Her hands were full with a cardboard box so tall that it was a wonder she could see over it. I figured it was chock full of new baby clothes. She'd done that for Abby four years ago, and probably me and Sarah as well.

My great uncle Jasper followed her in, and saw me first. He waved to me silently with a slight grin.

"Hi, Aunt Alice," I said with a tired smile, "Uncle Jasper," I called them 'aunt' and 'uncle' without the 'great' part, since it was a lot less of a mouthful, and I had always been too lazy to just add in the 'great.'

Aunt Alice lowered the box onto the table in front of her, allowing Uncle Jasper to come to her side. My grandmother, Bella entered through the doorway followed by my great-grandparents Carlisle and Esme.

My great grandfather didn't have much time to say hello, since my mother awaited him upstairs. But it took me a good fifteen minutes just to get done greeting the whole rest of my family with loads and loads of hugs by the time Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett had showed up. It was a lengthy process. One that Sarah was probably enjoying listening to, from Abby's room as she tried to keep her away from our mother as she had the baby. I would have rather watched Abby instead of greeting my family, to be honest. I was never really that outgoing like I know Sarah is.

Pretty soon, my mother began screaming, and that's when we knew she had started…well, giving birth. Everyone basically sat in the kitchen in silence, and listened until my mother's screaming stopped, and then we all herded upstairs. My grandmother and I led the pack. We both had the same thing on our minds; we both wanted to see the baby first.

I was sure she knew it, too. On our way up the stairs, she grinned at me and winked. I let her cut in front of me, as well as everyone else. They lived a ways away anyway. And besides, I didn't really want to see our new addition to the family without Sarah and Abby...

At the top of the stairs, we waited until Great-Grandpa Carlisle was done inspecting the baby in order to make sure it was healthy. I figured that this was my cue to retrieve my sisters from Abby's room. I disappeared from the hallway.

"Oh, hey JJ," My half-vampire sister said slyly, "How's the right-hand-man business going for you?" She knew I wasn't too fond of being the doorman, so she had to call me on it. Typical Sarah. She always thought she was so cool because she looked eighteen when she was really only thirteen like me.

"Great, Sarah," I scoffed, matter-of-factly adding sarcastic grin. Then, I noticed that Abby was crying. "What's wrong with her?" I asked Sarah, with an unneeded edge of sarcasm still in my voice.

"She's scared because Mom's screaming," Sarah said lightly, while trying to un-tense her shoulders, but it didn't work too well. She was still nervous as hell, like I was.

"Well, Mom had the baby," I told Sarah, and she got to her feet without a word. Sarah was dead-tired. I took Abby into my arms so that she wouldn't have to. Maybe she'd stay awake long enough for us to get to Mom and Dad's room.

"Are we going to see Mommy?" Abby sobbed into my shoulder, as we exited her bedroom.

"Yeah, Abs," I said, and she sniffled.

"Good." She said, and I followed everyone else, as we crowded into the house's master bedroom.

When we arrived, my mother was holding her baby. My new sibling. It was quiet, and laid still in her arms like he or she was sleeping. Much to everyone's surprise, my mother was the only one who was crying. My dad was sitting next to her, his big hand on her small, wiry arm, trying to comfort her, while my grandmother found her way over to my grandfather who stood in the corner of the room. She took his hand in silence. Great- Grandma Esme started to make her way across the room to confort her.

After a few moments, Abby broke the silence. "Is the baby dead?" She whispered through a little sob. Everyone turned to look at her in surprise, and then back at my mother for the answer. Nobody expected a question that heavy to come from someone as little and innocent as Abby.

"No," Was all my mother said. It wasn't dead, that was a good thing. Right? Then why was my mother crying? I was confused.

Then what the hell is wrong? I thought, my eyes glassing over slightly, but I wasn't about to cry. This question must have been on everyone's minds because my grandfather straightened himself up from the corner, and spoke up.

"There's something wrong," He said, slowly. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously looking around at all of the faces who expected an explanation from him. My grandmother comforted him automatically. "There is something wrong," He repeated, articulately, as if to convince himself that what he was about to say was completely true, "With the other baby."

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