Okay, here is a new Twilight story. It's rated T because I am paranoid, and the genere is romance because I have no idea what it would be otherwise. Anyway, I hope you like it. And yes, I know it's really short. I'd like to see the response to the story before I move on with it.
Year: roughly 1649
A woman lay on a bed, screaming and crying as contractions ripped through her. She paused for a moment as the contractions briefly halted. She panted, hair hanging over her red, sweaty face. The midwife said, "At the next contraction, push." the woman nodded.
Her name was Renee Swan. She had gotten pregnant out of wedlock, and though she was halfway betrothed to the father, it would cause horrible scandal if anyone found out that she had had a baby. Another contraction, and Renee pushed. She screamed as the baby slid out of her. The midwife burst into action, catching the baby, cutting the umbilical cord, bathing it. Finally, a wail echoed through the room. "It's a girl." she murmured.
She wrapped the baby tight, and started to hand her to her mother. But Renee held up her hands. "No. get that thing away from me." "But-what do you want me to do with her?" the midwife asked, bewildered. "I. Don't. Care. Just, do something with her. Get her out of the house." the midwife's eyes widened, but she complied. Cradling the baby, she walked away, and out of the house. "Poor babe." she murmured. "I'm sorry." she pressed her lips to the baby's forehead, and sat her down in a side alley. She'd have taken the baby with her, but she had eight children of her own, and couldn't afford another. She sighed, turned, and went back to the house.
Less than a block away from where the baby had been left, three lithe, graceful, gorgeous people-two men and a single woman-lifted their heads from the necks of three other people who were still, cold, and quite dead. The three people above them-one man was normal sized and slender, the other huge and brawny-and the woman, who was as small as a ballerina, but far more graceful-grinned at each other with sharp teeth, smeared with blood, and dropped the bodies.
The woman, who was called Jane, stretched. "Well, that was quite filling, but I do believe it is time to head back home." "Come on." one man, slender, with dark hair, who was known as Dmitri, purred. "Let's hunt just a little more." "I agree with Dmitri." the other man, called Felix, said. Jane sighed, rolled her eyes, and nodded. The three threw the bodies down the canal, and prowled down the streets. Suddenly, Jane froze, and tilted her head. "Do you hear that?" she asked the two men. They fell silent, and listened hard.
After a moment, they heard what Jane had-a small mewling sound, weak and barely there. "What is that?" Felix asked. "I don't know." Jane said softly, and walked toward the sound. She entered a dark alley, although the darkness did nothing to affect her sight, and instantly spotted the small baby lying on the ground. She was by it's side in an instant. She knelt, and gently picked the child up. "What is it, Jane?" Dmitri asked. "A baby." "A baby?" they repeated incredulously. "Yes." she turned, cradling the baby in her small, petite, arms. "Just leave it, Jane!" Felix snapped. "No!" she held the baby protectively close.
She lightly unwrapped the child, then rewrapped her in a much better fashion. "I'm taking her back to Volterra." "Are you crazy? The death she would have here in this alley would be better than the one she will have at Volterra." "No one will dare touch her. I will adopt her as my own. The first person to touch her will die by my hands." Felix and Dmitri looked at each other, sighed, and looked back at Jane.
They knew that once Jane made up her mind on something, there was no changing her mind. "Come on, then. Let's go back to Volterra." "Not yet. She will need food." "And where do you propose we get milk from?" Jane shrugged. "It would be easiest to buy some. We should mix it with butter, to make it more rich." "So we need milk and butter?" "Yes." Felix sighed. "I'll go get them. You take the baby back to Volterra." Jane nodded, held the baby even closer, and turned to run. "Jane?" "Yes?" "What will you call her?" Jane looked down at the baby consideringly. "Isabella." she said finally. Felix gave a small smile, and Jane and Dmitri returned to Volterra while Felix went for butter and milk.