This is my second attempt at a story. I do mean to finish the other one, but this idea has been pounding against my skull and I had to get it out. There is somethign you need to know though. In this story vampires can be both made and born. Hope you love ! :-)

The light from the television flickered over Renee's gentle face her serene expression a sharp contrast to the horrible images on screen.

"The vampires have steadily bolder. Instinct built up by long years of hiding their secret from us is fading. In this last bloody attack they massacred our full buses in LA alone. The rest of the country… the rest of the world fares little better. In London…" The sound cut off but the images remained. Renee was staring at me sympathetically knowing exactly how much I hated all this.

"Charlie. Please stop. There's nothing you can do!" I groaned and collapsed back in my chair.

"Renee I refuse to bring a child into… into this!" I gestured to the report where the vampires had noticed the camera crew and were not taking being filmed well. She rose and I opened my arms to her.

"Don't you want us to have a baby?" She sounded so broken and sad. I clutched her tighter to my chest.

"You know I do! I want so desperately to see you happily pregnant and glowing." I paused knowing my next words would do anything but please her. "But… I am sure that all this can change and until it does I'm not ready to bring a baby into this." I winced waiting for the angry argument, but to my surprise it never came. She simply sighed and snuggled deeper into my arms.

"Alright Charlie. If that is what you really feel and want then I can wait." I smiled in relief and kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you sweetheart, so much." I was eternally grateful to her in that moment because if the crazy plan I had in my mind would ever work I would need the full support of my wife.

Two years later

Two years. Two impossibly long stressful years and it was done. The human population had been reduced so greatly that barely over two hundred thousand of us survived. The important thing was though that there were even less of them. We had beaten them down.

Using science we had created immensely tough material that even the strongest of them could not dent and of that there was an abundance. Military weapons had been remade to spew fire and destroy those demons on the spot. I in my own personal laboratory had created a substance sure to change the future that everyone saw.

But this was now and we had won. There was time for the future later. To my utter, outer, surprise the people demanded that he who had led them through his dark time lead them into the brighter future. So without further ado I took my beautiful amazing wife into our new castle-like home and made love to her, without inhibitions, for the first time in two long years.

September 13 the next year

Gone. My beautiful wife, my Renee, my strength and support, my queen was gone. Only the squirming child in my arms was able to draw me away from her pale almost-sleeping form. The tiny child she had longed for was finally her and she would never see her. Never spoil her in the way a mother always spoils her children.

I glanced down at the quieting child and saw perfect copies of my Renee's beautiful brown eyes in her face endlessly reaching on and on filled with an intelligence and mischief you expected neither mother nor daughter to possess. I nearly lost it right there the tears finally escaping my eyes. Her hair was mine which would have pleased me under any other circumstances and her heart shaped face was a perfect mixture of us both.

Thos hauntingly familiar eyes gazed up at with that intelligence in a way that was almost frightening. It seemed as if she truly felt and understood my pain. Ridiculous! And yet…

None of the staff dared to stop me as I wrapped the child in blankets and exited the hospital to make my way home. The early morning hour made the streets dark and quiet. Tomorrow the entire remnants of the human race would join me in celebrating the birth of the first child since the defeat of the vampires and also in mourning.

Strange how joy and grief seemed intertwined with each other even as we stilled grieved after family members lost in the vampire war. This thought sent my glare to the heavily guarded wall that separated the last of them from us.

Zombie-like I made my way through the dimly lit house, up to my room, to the achingly empty bed, and sat against the headboard with the child on my lap. She whimpered quietly and I rocked her back and forth trying to calm her with the gentle movement and my voice.

My thoughts drifted back to happier times. A few months ago as we pondered over baby names. When Renee became so intent on naming her Isabella if it was a girl that I couldn't argue. The happy memories hurt so much, but I honored Renee and gave her little girl the name she had picked out. I ran over happy times that didn't hurt so much such as when I finished the potion…

My glance immediately went to the child in my arms. She would be perfect. She could make up for making me lose her mother and help me bring the human race out of the past and into their rightful place of power. Yes Isabella could help me.

She whimpered again.

"No. Shh. It's alright Isabella. Go to sleep sweetie." Her eyes closed a little smile on her face. Then the enormity of everything finally hit me.

OH GOD Renee! Where are you?!

Seven years later

We found it in the woods at the weakest point in the wall. A vampire child. I had accompanied the men on several patrols now hoping to get lucky like this and not take that journey over the wall and technically into their land. I was endlessly glad we got lucky.

The strange shades of its eyes and hair almost matched each other a glinting bronze. The men immediately wanted to kill it when we first caught sight of that hair through the trees, but I convinced them otherwise revealing that I had experiments I wanted to test on a child. They assumed that I was going to cause it pain and then end up killing it so I went with it and they captured it.

Wrapping it in chains, including a thick band of the metal-like substance around its mouth, we managed to get it into my lad without anyone, most importantly Bella, seeing us. The soldiers left muttering what were probably plans of the torture they would do to the thing and imagined I would and I waited until I could be sure Bella was asleep.

Unwrapping its legs and taking hold of the leash-like chain around its neck I pulled it behind me up the carpeted stairs. It followed quietly as I knew it would the slow-to-heal burn scars on its back and chest proof of that.

I tugged it into my sleeping daughter's room. Curious eyes burned into my back and I had the feeling that it had never seen a human before much less a child. Glancing back briefly to see the almost hidden fear in its eyes confirmed my suspicion. It's only a child. How could it know anything about humans other than the horror stories that its parents would have told? I didn't have an answer for myself and proceeded to Bella's side so I could push the syringe into her arm. She moaned in her sleep muttering something that sounded like "green" and turned over. Perfect.

Now I turned to the other half of my plan and pulling the small "flamethrower" out of my waistband started back toward the thing. It took a step back at the sight of my weapon, but couldn't go much further as I yanked hard on its leash. Not speaking I pulled a vial out from my pocket and set it down on the carpet. Then I loosened the bind around its mouth pressing the gun to its neck.

Thankfully it didn't make a noise and struggled only a little when I held the vial up for it to swallow. The freezing body convulsed for a minute silently and its head flew backwards. When the tremors stopped the gaze returned to mine and I saw the eyes were now a startling green. The same color they would be if he had been born a human.

His eyelids fluttered south in sleep and I smiled at him reassuringly. He didn't fight it for long and I was soon holding a limp cold boy in my arms. Releasing his wrists I set him down on the floor near the end of Bella's bed and locked his leash to one of the iron bed posts. Bella would see him almost immediately after she woke up and I was confident in the assumption that she would enjoy her new pet very much.

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