"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path."

By : Agatha Christie

October 31, 1675

The morning of all Hallows eve. A cold breeze creeped through a window she had left open that night and woke up Zenobia. She stepped out of bed and closed the window. The pregnant woman peered over back to her bed in hopes to see her blonde lover laid waiting for her. He was gone. She brushed her black hair and changed to one of her maternity dresses. Walking down stairs she entered the kitchen and began to eat a carrot Madeleine had laid about in a basket minutes earlier. Maddy came back with a bucket of water from the well and poured it inside a cauldron over a fire. She was making Zenobia brunch. Zena had her cook for her and only her.

"Do you know where Carlisle went?" She asked after chewing.

"He went to college two hours ago." She replied. "Is there something wrong? My lady?"

Zenobia eased her worries, "Oh, It's nothing." She could feel deep in her conscious that time was almost up. This little hell fire was to be born today or early tomorrow. He had been suspended lower on her midriff for the last days. "I will be in my bedroom, Working on the play I'm writing."

Madeleine nodded and began to stir the cauldron of pottage. Zena left up stairs and sat at her desk. She took out a roll of paper and her other works. The playwright took her quill from the ink pot and began to write. Thirty minutes later pangs of pain pierced her midsection and down to her vagina. She touched herself as a reaction. Dark blood on her fingers. Backing away from the desk, Zena yelled out for Imogen for help before laying down on her bed. The girl ran into her room and knew exactly what was going on. She nodded and called for Zenobia's father who came right away. Spiridon took of his white gloves and told Gene to leave the house.

He could tell how much anguish his daughter was in. She posed in the fetal position and screamed. Her body wanted this newborn baby out and rejected him. Readying to force him out steadily. Using his skills and experience with hybrid birthing. Spiridon moved her dress over her legs to situate how fast her body was contracting. The mothers he knew before her suffered from injuries if they were not bed ridden. Pelvic injuries were another thing. He hoped that would not happen here. Even though she could heal, having a broken pelvis would make delivering this baby harder.

He was here to merely observe her for research and rituals. His part would come when his grandchild was on the brink of leaving his mother. In her agony Zenobia was strong. She kept focus away from the pain and on what her body was telling her to do. Her servant hurried to find out what was going on and left right away without saying anything. In order to take control she had to think clearly.

An hour into her labor, Spiridon smelt the strong scent of her blood and made sure all the windows were closed. His eyes laid upon the small amount of blood between her legs. Her voice turned misery into anger and the blood around her pupils whirlpools, "Do not smile at me like that!"

"You cannot see my face... You are almost at the time where you should push,"

"You are a mid-husband? Father?"

"Maybe I am a midwife in an amoral view point when it comes to my research... But with you I cannot do anything to help." He replied walking up to his Zena. "If you are asking why... Your pride would never let me... You gave birth to your first child alone and so you would take pride in that." She had used her superior strength to do as he advised. "That birth was a whole different scenario than this one."

He saw the top of her infant's head, "Maybe you should not thrust that forcibly... You may hurt yourself."

"Hurt myself? That is impossible with this body... My infernal baby is coming into this hell hole no matter what happens to me!" She waited until it was the right time to do the same action over. "Besides I read all I can about giving birth and child rearing, I know what I'm doing."

"My firebrand of a daughter... I hope you are right. Experience is more credible than knowledge." The older vampire sighed and stood on alert. She bled even more as her aggravated body exerted the fiend's head out. Once the baby's shoulders made an appearance; Spiridon used his telekinesis and the baby came fully out of his weeping mother and into his arms. Her maid reentered her room with a bowl of hot water and a cloth.

Spiridon's eyes analyzed the new born creature in his arms. The baby was indeed more vampire not 75% more like sixty%. He was pleased with his robust daughter's success and smiled cunningly. Touched the baby boy on the forehead and spoke ancient Egyptian as thunder rang and rain fell from a clouded forecast outside. His daughter's baby had a full head of blonde hair and eyes like the eye of a peacock's feather. Blue, gold, green and purple colors around his pupils. Touching the babie's forehead sent a wave of energy through the ancient vampire's whole body. The baby gazed into the eyes of the first person he saw in this world. He did not know what to think of this odd red eyed faceless man who was speaking gibberish. He felt uncomfortable being held by this creature.

This infant was doing something to Spiridon and he could never guess what exactly even with the visions. He severed the umbilical cord and disposed of it with fire from his hand. Lastly, The old vampire wrapped up the boy in the small blanket on top of the wardrobe.

Zenobia laid down and set aside the fading misery she was feeling. She had not expected her father to take the baby out of her like he did. Her body was healing but not fast enough. She yelled at him furiously, "Give me Kieran!"

Spiridon had lost himself admiring Kieran. He shook himself out his trance, "Here, Your son."

He handed over Kieran to Zenobia. She held him close to her chest and kissed his forehead, "I love you, My son."

Spiridon took off his coat and washed his blood covered hands with the warm water. Threw his mask to the floor and looked at himself in the mirror. He was no longer the cadaverously pale vampire he was before he held the child. His complexion returned to how he first appeared as a vampire. Handsome, blood red eyes, his tan returned to his skin and full black voluminous hair. His whole body felt like it was put back together. He even started to think differently. The firstborn vampire touched his face with both of his hands and smiled widely.

The warlock left his daughter's room and into another part of the house. Zenobia felt delightful holding her newborn son. His unusual clouded eyes beamed straight up at her complexion and he recognized her. This awkward woman was his mother. Her voice was like soft velvet and her aura strong. Kieran felt safe with her. She was a protector and warrior. Mother. He felt hungry and clutched on the chest part of her gown. She reminded herself that he had a part in him that was [immortal] human and her body prepared for this one. His human growth depended on this. She undone the lace on the chest part of her dress and brought him to her breast. Ten minutes later he fell asleep in her arms with a full stomach.

"Please forgive my tardiness, My love."

Her bedroom door opened with the entering of Carlisle. Zenobia felt two arms fold around her and a kiss upon her cheek. Her blonde lover had returned to her. She spoke to Carlisle, "Forgiven, I do not think you would be able to cope if you were an hour early... This is Kieran Matthew Cullen. He is sleeping, So do not awake him." She gave his son over and the boy's father held him. His father simpered gazing down at the sleeping child, "I am confounded by you, Zenobia. You do the impossible. Our Kieran is a wonder."

Her insights were true, "He looks like you."

He agreed nodding, "You were right all along." Carlisle touched his child's curling blonde locks, "Though, He looks more like a cherub from Botticelli's paintings."

"A little Cupid." She cooed leaning against her lover.

"Your worries were for nothing, Zenobia." He obviously meant everything she said during her pregnancy. The anger and sadness. She sighed, "And you were right about everything. Our child is not a demon and he is beyond the understanding of religious men."

"Yes, We are vampires deemed heretics. When I was human I hated the things I could not understand and now I cannot hate, damn or dislike something I know nothing of and so I am fated with this life. With you and the child of our passion." Every day Carlisle was losing parts of his mortal life and everything he thought he knew. Though one thing stayed: compassion. He felt strongly for Kieran. He would care and protect his son through eternity if needed be.

He laid his son inside the decorated wooden cradle beside her bed and helped Zenobia with dressing into new clothes. The smell of her blood bothered him slightly but he focused on the task at hand and changed her room. Sadly they needed to replace her mattress. He handed their son back to Zenobia, picked her up and brought her to his room. Cullen's room was rarely used. He had several mementos from his human life. Reminders; A wooden cross which would be hung up in the hall of a chapel, an old over used, and dusty bible (maybe the Cullen family bible), simple paintings, A closet full of clothing and another desk compiled with old college work. It had came to her senses that he focused more on academics these days. Profoundly efficient in many areas of academia. Impressive was the word that came to mind.

Cullen rested them both on the bed and returned to her room to get a few things for their child and his mother. Imogen walked into the bedroom silently and peered over her mother and baby brother. She still thought he was a demon. A cute sleeping fiend.

Zenobia showed Imogen her brother, "Your little brother is sleeping... Do you want to hold him?"

Imogen snorted and crossed her arms, Nothing was ever serene with her, "I might wake him."

"Suit yourself... If you allowed yourself to... You might like him." She said before rocking her baby in her arms and singing to him. "Will you tell me what you found about him?"

"Oh, At that time he only wanted to get out of your womb... Now he wants food, attention, and sleep. It's what all babies want anyway..." Gene revealed frankly. A smile dared to creep upon her pink lips but she quickly fought off the smile when Zenobia looked up at Imogen.

"You are right." She smiled kindly.

The next morning Zenobia woke up to the sight of Carlisle testing their child's physical functionality. He moved his fingers horizontally across his son's eyes which Kieran followed. He grabbed his finger automatically in his small palm and when he tickled his feet the babie's legs moved as they should.

"Has he ever cried?" He asked Zenobia.

She tilted her head down, "No, But I can tell he doesn't like his feet tickled."

"Kieran doe's have unusual eyes... Nothing like I have ever seen," Carlisle opened his son's toothless mouth and peered inside. "What do you see? My son?"

Kieran guessed this man was his father. He acted like it and he looked it. Before teasing Kieran; His father dressed him in a warm white dress-like clothing, hat and socks. Kieran suspected he was going to spend a lot of time with this man in the future. Whereas, His mother was a warrior, His father was an intellectual. Their infant felt protected and cared for by both his parents. He did not understand what they were saying or doing to him, It did not change how he was feeling at the moment. Starved. And so he beseeched his mother with a cry.

"Oh, It must be time for morning feeding." Zenobia took him in her arms and went about the process. Her child's father rubbed her back, "That answers my doubts."

Later that night Zenobia's father quickly left in a carriage with about three of his followers. The firstborn vampire no longer wore the mask. He was as he appeared when she herself was her son's age. Handsome with the semblance of life. He had said her child reformed him physically. Kieran supposedly had powers like his mother's. Zenobia took pride in knowing that. One day when he is old enough to learn she would start teaching him how to control his powers.

Beyond any doubt, Zenobia was grateful that bastard finally left her cottage home. Through she had to thank him for being here with her. At her most vulnerable moment. That is what fathers and mothers are there for. She closed the door after watching her father leave. Zenobia entered the living room. Carlisle sat down with their slumbering son in his arm's embrace. He felt snug there.

"He seems to like sleeping in your arms." She remarked sitting next to her child's father and laying her head on his shoulder.

Carlisle smiled and spoke, "Yes, I can feel it." He placed Kieran inside the same wooden rocking crib to the right of him.

"Me, too." Zenobia mumbled. Her hand held his left hand and they both faced each other. She cupped his face and kissed his lips warm-heartedly. Her kiss enkindled the ardour inside them both and their bodies compassed each other.

Zena broke away and spoke, Almost murmuring into his mouth, "My body hasn't fully healed from the birthing... So let's not take this too far, My love."

Her beloved assented, "As you wish." He simply kissed her and laid his head on her chest. Cuddling with her. She began to cry, "Why are you crying?"

She confessed, "I'm sorry... For everything... I have done ever since meeting you. Manipulating and seducing you. I'm not worthy of being at your side as your equal... I went about attaining you through deceit... What we have was doomed from the beginning." He completely disagreed with Zenobia and knew what she was doing, "Why are you so insecure? Why can't you be comfortable with what you have now? I already told you how I thought and felt about everything and you are still trying to stop me from loving you... I am already in too deep."

She patted his hair, "I'm soo sorry..."

"Yes, I already said what I wanted to do for you. I want to take care of our children and you. Nothing you can can say will stop me from doing what is right by our family."

A month later...

With a comb his father brushed his wheat colored locks of short curly hair. Kieran did not like getting his hair brushed, however, he had little choice in the matter. He enjoyed his time with his father and found the vampire's curiosity bothersome. Kieran was not something to be analyzed. He was his son for goodness sake!

His mother cared for him in the morning to the evening. He felt his mother's sorrowful emotions but being a baby he did not understand them yet. She fed him and played with him. When she was not his mother was painting, reading a book or resting. Sometimes she would weep lying down. Her mood would change somewhat when his father returned home.

After brushing his hair. His father kissed his forehead. Father's golden eyes interested month old Kieran. Mother's eyes changed regularly from hazel, red to gold after she left the cottage with his dad or big sister. In Kieran's eyes he saw details that not all vampires and hybrids would see. Though as a baby he did not understand what he was seeing.

A new male vampire walked through the door and began talking to his father and mother. A rugged brunette with a gotee. His mother spoke to the vampire first, "You took your sweet time... Where is Asherah?"

"She has abandoned her mission to find you for chasing after a traitor. Whom she wants to kill." Callum replied to Zenobia.

She inquired, "Who is this traitor?"

Callum chuckled smugly and his red eyes shifted to Carlisle, "He calls himself Astaroth... A self proclaimed 'Satanist'... A bunch of bullshit, If you ask me... His real name is George and he is the vampire who you lit on fire, Carlisle. He betrayed my sire and now she is after him."

Carlisle nodded and requested, "Do you know anything more about this vampire George?"

"I figured something out when I used my past visions ability on him... A little over three hundred years ago he would manipulate the fear and superstition in humans so they would give him offerings and whatever. About that same time... he changed a noble named Alistair. I found him in the mountain caves to the north... The best hunting grounds... If you want to seek him out I will warn you... Alistair is not much of a talker and is recluse... Much like you lady Zenobia before you met the former pastor's son here." Callum turned to the little hybrid in the rocking crib and smiled, "Ahh, A hybrid... He looks exactly like his father..." He moved to pick up Kieran. Before he even touched the baby both his parents spoke in unison, "Do not touch him."

"Okay, Mama and Papa bear." He put both his hands to his sides. "Remember to keep him from the ignorant of this world... Settle in the forest or desert... Secluded or amongst a city crowded with humans... I will be taking my leave if there is nothing more you need..." With lightning speed Callum left the cottage.

Zenobia returned to her son and his father, "I guess that saves us from conflict in the meantime."

"The vampire who attacked me... I can't..." He could not say the rest.

Zenobia snorted and supported Carlisle, "He sounds like a total fool... Like my father... You are not who he is and never will be even if he is or is not the one who turned you... Though I would like to go find this Alistair..."

Her words were true and light returned to him, "Yes... I have to say your father may be worse or of equal measures compared to the monster Astaroth."

"My father has killed countless women in his search for the ultimate 'mother and hybrid bond' and vampires when it comes to the powers he wants. He follows Set god of the deserts and practices black rituals. He even says he's the one who discovered hybrids by accident... I can understand why the Memphis coven exiled him 3,800 years ago." She claimed the atrocities of her vampire father. "Even with his dark past and bleak future... I still don't trust him even if he chooses to help me."

Carlisle stated using his intuition, "He has the ability to see the future... Your father is now the manipulator of all events and he wants to help you, his daughter... That gives you an advantage others do not."

"You are an amazing thinker," Zena commented putting her arms around his neck and they began to dance, "Now I know what attracted me to you."

Cullen chuckled and twirled her around, "Your charm and discretion to me."

Author: So that was the end of this chapter. So far my best I think. What do you guys think so far?