Hello! This is my first ever fanfiction and even thought right away the element of Twilight is not there, it shows up eventually ( as do the characters). I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review and tell me what you think.
Full Summary:
The Sextuplets are in for the surprise of their lives when Tancred suddenly goes wolf. Who knew they were decendents of half vampire Renesmee Cullen and werewolf Jacob Black? The others join him not long after. Their mother, who has known this was a possibility, chooses not to get involved. Instead she gives them an address. Together the set (along with little sister Evie) goes on a memorable adventure to find their long lost father, unlock the secrets of their past and uncover their sacred ancestry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or the twilight characters, but all the other characters are mine. (Yes this includes the Edward in this story as the last name is totally different. As is the characterization. Twilight chracters appear in later chapters)
I always knew there was something off about my family. But I never dreamed it was this big.
My older brother Tancred was the first to experience the changes. He didn't know what was happening-being the first and all. Nobody was there to tell him what was going on, or how to deal with it. He pretty much had to figure it out on his on.
According to him it wasn't so bad once my other big brother changed too. He was there to guide Ephraim through everything he went through. They spent countless hours together. Going out places. Locked behind the door of the room they shared.
We didn't suspect anything since Tancred and Ephraim were always together. Out of the six of us, they were the closest.
Claudia was next and they were there for her.
This thing, whatever it was, had our family divided. The other wouldn't talk to Dale-Renee, Sylvester, and I.
They kept their distance which hurt a lot. We were all pretty close and never kept secrets from each other. Perhaps because we were all the same age. Or maybe because we knew the others would all find out eventually anyways. So many days we were left wondering why?
My mother kept her mouth closed throughout the whole thing. She didn't bother to tell us what was going on. And for good reason I guess.
I once asked her about her take on the situation and her response was "It's not my place to tell. That's a conversation best left to your father."
I left it alone after that (My father had walked out on my mother and us a long time ago) and continued to watch my family be torn further and further apart…
That is until it happened to me…
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