Preface
The Twins
My twins were born September 13th on my mother Bella's birthday. It was also a Friday and a full moon, a hunter's moon, or Blood Moon. I almost died giving birth to them, expending most of my human blood. Jacob Black, my husband was at my side the whole time, supporting me and loving me, until Carlisle, my grandfather and doctor had to perform an emergency cesarean operation. I had lost a lot of blood in the process, and I had no match for my blood, considering all of my kind had been murdered. My husband was the closest match to me chromosomally, and he donated his blood for me. My body rejected his blood, but I soon healed and recovered. When I awoke, I met my twin babies. I had fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. We named them William Nicolas and Sarah Belle.
Sarah looked like a female version of Jacob, jet black hair, russet tan complexion, chocolate brown eyes. She had my dimples and pouty lips. Her demeanor was sweet and loving. She was a good baby, and slept peacefully through the night, and wasn't fussy. Sarah also had a connection with animals. She would find some stray animal and take care of it for a while. We ended up having many pets. Often they would run away, but Sarah seemed to be able to "talk" to animals. She had a strong will to protect them.
William, or Billy as we called him, looked nothing like Jacob or me. He was a spitting image of Leo. He had dark brown wavy hair, pale olive complexion, and burgundy-brown eyes. He was my first born, so I knew he had to be Leo's son. And when I first saw him, I could see Leo living through him. Billy was a troubled baby, crying often for my attention, and I often coddled him which unnerved Jacob. We never told Billy who his real father was. As far as he was concerned Jacob was his father. Jacob and I agreed not to tell him until we felt the time was right.
The twins grew at half the rate I did, but twice that of normal humans. By their first birthday they were the size of a two year old. They were also growing in intelligence. They were talking in full sentences at 1 year old. By their second birthday they were writing their names and able to read small books. They also created a strange language of their own, and I realized they were also communicating telepathically.
When the twins were three years old, Billy and Sarah would argue and fight over toys or my attention. Billy often would push Sarah down or smack her and make her cry. Jacob would get angry with him, and would swat his butt when he continued to push or hit Sarah. I think that may have started the problems with Billy and Jacob. Subconsciously Billy never forgave Jacob for that. Soon after, Billy tended to wander off out of the yard. He seemed to wait until my back was turned.
One time he wandered into the woods and we couldn't find him. We were frantic, and searched for him. Jacob recruited the help of his brother wolves to find him. Sarah also helped in her way.
"Momma, I can find Billy." Sarah would say.
"How can you find him, honey?" I would ask her.
"I can talk to Billy."
"In your head, you mean?"
"Yeah, Momma. I will tell him to come out of hiding so he can be found."
"That would be helpful, honey. Thank you."
Sarah would close her eyes, and her lips would be moving as if she was talking to Billy.
"Momma, Billy said he is in the woods, near a cave. There is also a lot of trees fallen around him."
"Thanks honey."
I relayed the information to Jacob, and he helped in the search. They searched several hours after dark, and Seth eventually was the one to find him. He was curled up in front of a small cave. Seth carried his cold little body home. I was so elated to have him home again, and scooped him in my arms, and rocked him.
"Don't you ever scare Mommy like that again." I kissed his forehead.
"I'm sorry Momma. I was chasing my shadow."
"Your shadow? Silly boy, you can't catch it. It is part of you. It will always follow you."
Jacob was furious with concern. We argued later about it, and my coddling of Leo. We often argued about Billy. I often wondered if he resented Billy because he wasn't his son. Sarah was clearly his daughter with her appearance and perfect white smile like his. Sarah was a lovely daughter and I loved her dearly, but Billy was special to me in a different way. I never really understood my love for them, both of them different in every way. Yet they were twins in spirit, born on the same day and had the same mother. They shared a gift of telepathy.
The twins continued to grow. We opted to home school them due to their rapid growth. By their seventh birthday they were 14 to human scale. We allowed them to go to Middle School for ninth grade.
Sarah excelled well, and was getting straight A's. She had an interest in sports so we entered her in soccer and basketball, which she was great at. She was gaining popularity with friends and enjoyed school.
Billy, on the other hand, was not doing so well. He had an affirmation for trouble. He seemed popular with girls, and in so, would anger some of the male students. He hadn't made any male friends, other than his friendships with Seth and his uncle Emmett, who seemed to be the only positive influence on him. He had a few scuffles at school and would end up having detention or suspension frequently, which almost caused him to fail. He squeaked by with his grades. Jacob was frustrated with him on a daily basis. I, of course, would intervene in their arguments. Billy tended to run off when he was in trouble. He was grounded often, but it didn't seem to stick with him. He had so much pent up anger in him, it scared me sometimes. He made it through for their high school debut. I worried about the outcome on a daily basis. I wished there was some way to quell Billy's anger, appease Jacob, and live a happy healthy life.