She ran until she reached what could be considered a mansion. She was relieved that she finally got to the vampires home because she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker. She knew that she wouldn't last much longer. She put her hand on the gate and pulled. It didn't budge and she started freaking out, thinking that it was locked until she gave it a push and it opened. Sheepishly, she walked through it and started the painstaking journey up the driveway and to the front door. It would take a while since she was moving so sluggishly.

At the front door she sighed, relieved to be finally at her destination. She slowly lifted her hand, for it felt like it was weighed down with the heaviest weights, and rang the doorbell. At first nobody came and she feared that nobody was home, but then she heard footsteps. Silently thanking whatever higher power that was out there, she leaned on the wall and tried to keep herself from falling. Her wobbly legs wouldn't be able to hold her up soon. She looked at the bundles in her arms again, reminding herself that this was for them and no matter how much she didn't want them to live with vampires she knew that they were the only ones who would keep their word. If she asked them to take care of her children and protect them unconditionally, they would no matter what. Finally after what seemed like forever, the door opened and there stood the female vampire, looking exactly the same as she did seven years ago when the woman rescued her at age 13. She was about to open her mouth and greet her but the vampire spoke first.

"Who the hell are you and why are you getting blood on the porch? And what are those?" She exclaimed, looking first at the woman and her wound, then at her children. The woman froze. She didn't think that they wouldn't recognize her. She should have, it had been seven years after all. She did the only thing she could think of, hoping that they would recognize her name.

"Please, Pamela. I'm Anastasia. Anastasia Grontswique." She managed to get out. As soon as Pamela heard that, recognition passed over her face before she scooped up the bleeding woman and her children into her arms and carried them inside, closing the door with her foot. She yelled the name of her maker who ran in, worried. He stared curiously as she laid Anastasia on one of their couches, her babies still clutched protectively at her breast.

"Pam! Who is this human and why have you brought her in here to soil our furniture? Surly your not planning to drink her, there's hardly any blood left. Unless you want the children as a snack?" Eric asked his progeny, Pam. Anastasia heard the words and was panicked but couldn't find the energy to say anything.

"None of those things. This, is Anastasia Grontswique." Pam told her maker. At once Eric was at her side. He looked at her and knew that she was here for the favour he owed her. He mistakenly assumed it was for him to turn her into a vampire, seeing as she could not be healed. She had lost to much blood.

He sliced open his wrist with his fangs and started to feed her his blood, ignoring the babies. She struggled, trying to get away and Eric noticed. He stopped immediately and looked at her, intrigued.

"Don't you want me to turn you? Isn't that what you came her for?" He asked her. She looked at him and shook her head. She then looked down once again at the bundles in her arms that were now stained with their mother's blood.

"No. Protect them. Care for them. Raise them. Everything you need is in the envelope." Anastasia said weakly. Eric looked down at one of the bundles and saw that there was a large manila envelope also wrapped in it. Pam grabbed it and once again looked at the dying mother.

"Are you sure you want us to be their guardians?" She asked Anastasia. The woman gave a barely perceptive nod before her eyes shut, her breathing stopped, and she died with her children still sleeping soundly in her arms.

Pam and Eric looked at each other before Eric took charge, knowing that Pam had no idea what to do now while he had at least a sliver on an idea since he had to help out with his sisters and brothers when he was human. He knew that they could just kill them or leave them somewhere for someone to find but he wouldn't. There was one thing about him that was honest and true. He always kept his word and he and his progeny had both given their words to the late mother that they would do anything she asked of them. He intended to do exactly what she wanted. Protect them, care for them, and raise them.

"Pam, go to the nearest Walmart and ask an employee for everything we need for twin baby girls. Get enough to last us until they don't need it anymore." He commanded. Pam looked disgruntled at having to go to a Walmart but said nothing. She took the credit card Eric was holding out to her and zoomed out of the house.

Eric looked at his couch, where they lay. He knew that first he would have to do something about the body. He went over to the babies and remembering how he was taught to hold them as a human, picked them up and set them down on the couch across from the one their mother's body was on. Glad they were still asleep, he moved back over to Anastasia's still warm body and threw her over his shoulder. He ran out of his home and to the nearest hospital, neatly avoiding surveillance cameras and laid her down on a picnic table. He made sure that she would be visible and ran back home.

When he got back, the babies were still where he'd left them. He picked one up and looked at it, wondering why so many humans wanted to have them. Nevertheless, he knew that he should probably get them cleaned up. Eric unwrapped the blanket from around the child he was holding to reveal a white onesy and soft tufts of dark hair. The clothing had thankfully escaped harm and so did the rest of the baby. It was just the blanket that was bloody. He put the baby down and picked up the other one and did the same thing. This one revealed the same onesy but in pink and the same tufts of dark hair. She was also blood free. Eric put the baby down next to it's sister and waited for Pam to arrive.

She came back ten minutes later, driving a moving truck. Eric stared in bewilderment and she climbed out and opened the door at the back of it revealing a lot of things he had no clue about. Raising children had been a lot different when he was human. He walked out to meet her.

"What is all this?" He asked his progeny.

"You wanted enough so you wouldn't have to by anything else until they stopped needing this. This is just diapers. There's another truck coming with everything else." She replied to her maker. He looked at Pam shocked.
"Why do we need all these diapers?" He asked her. She looked amusedly at him.

"You obviously don't know how much babies crap. They don't stop needing diapers for a really long time." She answered him. He was shocked again. Eric was about to reply when another moving truck drove up and parked beside the one Pam was driving. The driver and another man got out and following previous orders, started to unload the diaper truck while Pam went and opened the one with everything else in it. Inside there was furniture, paint, formula, clothes, and everything else anyone could possible need.

Eric and Pam both sighed and started unloading the truck. They glamoured the humans to ignore they were using super speed and had a room painted, another close by stocked with diapers, another with all the furniture and clothes, and another with everything else in it in under an hour. Then, taking less time, they unpacked all the furniture, put it all together and set it up. They would put it in the painted room once the paint dried.

Pam glamoured the humans again, telling them to forget what happened here. They just drove over here, helped them unload and drove back. Once they were successfully glamoured, they each got in one truck and drove away.

Both vampires went back inside and each took a baby and put them in their cribs, Pam complaining the whole time that children stank and she didn't want them here while knowing full well that she'd also promised Anastasia a favour. They went back into their living room and Eric opened up the manila envelope. Inside was the babies birth certificates, other documents, a letter from Anastasia that was addressed to the girls when they turn thirteen, and two heart shaped lockets, one with an A and another with a G on them. There was also a scrap piece of paper with delicate handwriting on it. It read Gabrielle is the calm one. Arabella is the fussy one.

Eric and Pam looked through everything until they knew all they could. They prepared themselves for what they would have to face. They waited until the babies would wake up, Eric using that time to hire a fangbanger that he knew was a nanny by day to take care of the girls when they were dead for the day. Then, around four AM one child started screaming and crying.

"Well, I guess we know which baby is Arabella and which is Gabrielle now." Pam remarked dryly.