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James Father's POV

Groggily, I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. I looked around the house for it. When I eventually found it under a pile of clothes, it was on its last ring. I caught it right before the ringing stopped. (A/N: I don't know when voicemail was invented!) "Hello?" I asked breathlessly.

"Mr. Parker?" A familiar voice asked. Where did I know that- Oh! Mr. Swan!

"Did you find my son?" I asked eagerly. I heard some rustling and a throat cleared nervously.

"Sadly, we found him…" Thank God! Wait, sadly? "Dead." No. NO. NO! My world crashed down on me. I felt myself swaying and everything went black.

I vaguely heard a panicked, "Mr. Parker, are you there?"

I came to in an unfamiliar house. It was very nice and neat. I was lying on a soft felt couch. A rather large policeman was waving smelling salts in front of my face. A very petite woman was sitting behind him. It took me a moment to recognize the couple as Mr. and Mrs. Swan. Then the events from earlier came to me and I broke down sobbing.

"Where did you find him?" I asked. Mrs. Swan was comfortingly hugging me.

"They found him on the streets. His body was in an ally, cold and bl-"He started.

"I don't want to hear anymore!" I roared. First my wife, now my son... Everything was falling apart.

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APOV

I cannot believe her! Making me go out to find a lookalike for her "precious baby." I can't wait till he's at a suitable age for being a mate and we can change him already. His scent was killing me. I needed to hunt.

"Victoria!" I called. She was playing some stupid game with James. "I am leaving!"

"Alright." She said.

"When are you going to tell him?" I said softly, to softly for him to hear. But she could hear me just fine.

"When I'm ready." She whispered.

I went to a nearby city to hunt. When I came back, James was sleeping and Victoria was just watching him. Scary. "What are you doing?" I asked, perplexed.

"Watching him sleep." No, duh. "He talks in his sleep."(A/N: Now, who else does that?) "He likes you. You remind him of his mother." I've only been a mother once, so many years ago. But now he was dead. I've never longed for a child, but sometimes I wondered what it would be like to be a mother again. I couldn't help the smile from creeping across my face.

"I knew you'd like him if you gave him a chance!" Victoria squealed. Her loud screeching woke James up. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Victoria was immediately at his side.

"Hush. Go back to sleep." She said softly and started to hum a little lullaby. Soon James was asleep again and Victoria went hunting. I sat and watched him sleep, all the time thinking maybe Victoria was right about this.

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JPOV

For the first time since my mother died, I had a good dream. Sometimes I wouldn't have any dreams, but usually I had a nightmare.

In this dream, I was with Victoria and Alex. We were outside all alone, and suddenly, the clouds went away. The sun was shining and so was… their skin! No, it wasn't shining; it was sparkling, like a million little diamonds were in it. It was so pretty and I wanted to touch it. Then Victoria opened her mouth and- squealed? I opened my eyes and suddenly I was back in the cluttered room. Victoria was by me side immediately. "Hush. Go back to sleep." She said softly. Then she started to hum a little lullaby that my dad used to sing to my mom when he was still him.

I went back to sleep. When I came back to my dream, it seemed Alex was nicer. She played with me in this new dream, while Victoria went away.

I woke up to the sound of some very bad humming. I snuck out of my bed to find that a man was fixing some pipes in the middle of the store.

"Victoria!" I whisper shouted as loudly as I could without the man hearing me. Luckily, she heard me. The man turned around, but he couldn't see me. I knew that face! It was Uncle Arnold! "Victoria, that's my uncle!" I started to run towards him, but she stopped me.

"James, you can't talk to him." She looked sad. I didn't want her to be sad, so I agreed. I still wanted to know why. It seemed like she was keeping a secret from me.

"Alright, I won't talk to him. But you have to tell me why."

"Fine." I smiled, victorious. "Do you want to go back to your dad?" She wants to send me back!?

"No, of course not! Did you want to send me back to him?" Please say no, please say no.

"No! No, I want you to stay with me, but if anyone you know finds out your not dead," Dead? My father thinks I'm dead? "They will send you back to him. Do you want that to happen?" She asked with an intense look in her eyes.

"No!" I was worried she would realize that I came from a horrible, messed up family and wouldn't want me anymore. "But why did you tell my father I was dead?"

"Well, the police were after you. They wanted to find you and get you back to him."

Suddenly, Uncle Arnold turned around. "James!"

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