-Does a little happy dance while eating a donut- Sorry, I've been craving those for the passed week and my mom wouldn't get me one. So…I know you probably hate me about Fallon, but sometime dormant feelings have a way of resurrecting themselves with a certain muse. That was the most cryptic sentence I've ever written. I wonder who will be able to figure out its meaning?
-Gabriel-
Something was wrong with Fallon as I came down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. His eyes had a silver tint to them that made me want to back away slowly. There was also this…change in behavior that he had. He sat with great posture and never looking anyone in the eye when he talked to them. Alexandra seemed to notice his change in behavior and eyes since she was sitting as far away as possible from him. Rance was in the room too, talking to Brad as they watched them eat. I guessed it was fascinating to see Alex ate owl of oatmeal. Although her face told me that she didn't enjoy it. That was weird since she worshipped oatmeal. I help myself to some Cheerios, taking a bite. It tasted weird to me, but I kept eating it. I guessed Italy had a different recipe. I glanced over at Fallon who just picked at his Cheerios. The taste of that cereal got worst with every bite and soon I had to set down the bowl. It was making me feel sick.
Alex suddenly got up. "I think I'm going to hurl," she whispered as she rushed down the hall and to the nearest bathroom. Fallon was right after her with the same expression on his face. I heard puking coming from the bathrooms they were in. I suddenly felt a sort of churning in my stomach. Then I had trouble breathing while pain shock through my chest. I let out a small grunt. I felt the puke start to come up my throat and I rushed to another bathroom. The toilet was so far away and I took the sink as an alternative. It erupted out of my mouth, going down the drain in a sick slowness. I turned on the sink, splashing my face with cold water. There were shadows under my eyes, and the hazel in my eyes were a little brighter than before. I was shaking too. My face also looked a hallowed out while my skin broke out into a cold sweat. I staggered out of the bathroom, making my way to Fallon who was going to Alexandra's bathroom. We saw her hair poking out from the opened door. I looked over at my cousin who looked at me in worry. Even if we felt like passing out, we made out way to the bathroom to see Alexandra's passed out and shivering form on the bathroom floor. Her form was curled up in a ball as her body started to have spasms. She let out a cry in pain as sweat coated her skin. Her body rolled a little to show her face to us. Her emerald eyes look so bright in the light. Some hair clung to her skin as she arched her back and passed out again.
"Alex!" I heard a voice I only recognized as her mother as she ran up to her daughter. "Alexandra, wake up honey!" She brought Alex's unconscious form while rocking her a little. "Please be okay," she cried.
"Gabriel, Fallon, sit down," commanded my grandfather's voice. I was enveloped in my mother's arms and Fallon had his mother with him as well. The fathers soon came into view with masks of worry.
"Fallon!" exclaimed Alice as her son fell unconscious in her awaiting arms. "Fallon! Wake up sweetie! Please wake up!" Jasper sat down next to his wife, trying his best to comfort her.
"Gabriel," said my fathers voice. I looked up slowly to see my father looking at me with worried eyes. He kneeled down next to me. "Oh god," he whispered as I heard Edward dry sob along with his wife. Grandma came into view, helping Carlisle with anything he needed. She looked on the verge of tears.
My mother's screams were the last things I heard before I passed out in her loving arms.
-Edward-
"Alex, please wake up," I said while rocking my daughters body back and forth. Her lower lip was quivering and her skin was clammy and wet beneath my touch. We were in her room right now. Bella was out somewhere because she couldn't handle it along with the other woman. Only the men stayed with their children since someone had to be there to make sure whatever they were going through wasn't fatal. We didn't want to be here to see our children in this state. It was torture for us. It was our personal hell.
"Fire," she whimpered in her sleep as she started scratching at her skin. She cried out in pain, digging her nail hard into her skin. "AHHH!! MAKE IT STOP!! DADDY, MAKE IT STOP!!" With every scratch of her nail against her skin, came blood running down her arm and onto the white sheets we were on.
"Carlisle," I screamed as I pinned her hand to her side. She started to squirm as she cried out for her mommy and daddy. "I'm here angel. I promise I won't leave you. Daddy's right here," I said as my voice croaked. She started to scream in pain as tears fell from her shut eyes. "CARLISE DO SOMETHING!" I yelled as Carlisle, Cassandra, and Claude (A/N Ha, three C's) rushed into the room. Claude was the first to come over. He helped me pin her arms and legs down while Cassandra held her head still as another screamed filled the room. She tried whispering comforting things in her ear, but nothing worked. Carlisle took out a syringe filled with morphine. He injected it into her arm, making her scrambling a little less than it was. She was still in pain, even if the morphine relieved only a bit of it.
"CARLISE!" I heard my brothers yell as the screams of my nephews came to my ears. Carlisle and Cassandra rushed out of the room, leaving Claude and myself looking over my daughter. She didn't deserve this pain. She was too nice, too compassionate. She whimpered a little, trying to clutch her chest. Her eyes shot open, and she looked at me with a helpless look in her eyes. Claude looked at me, then understood. We needed to be alone so he disappeared for the time being. He would be a good son-in-law one day. I realized that with the look in his eyes when he saw my daughter in pain.
I pulled Alexandra to my chest, rocking her back and forth like I did when she was a infant. Her breathing came in gasps of pain, but even through the pain she breathed on and on. That's when I figured out what she was doing. She was breathing to spread the unknown venom through her body faster. I think she was also doing it to try and control her screams of pain. She still squirmed in my grasp, but I kept that at bay as best as a father in my position could. I gently put her hand to my chest, she looked at me with a painful confusion in her eyes. "Breath with me honey," I whispered. She closed her eyes, breathing in sync with me. She cried out softly in pain as she started to take a little deeper breathes. "Don't force it Alex," I instructed as my voice croaked. No! I had to be strong for my daughter. I couldn't break down in her time of need. She needed me more than Bella did. Bella, at least, fell asleep through most of her change. Alex was wide awake looking at me for any help I could give. I stroked her hair, her sweat lacing my fingertips. I didn't care though. Nothing mattered but her life at this point. She was switching from part mortal, to full immortal.
"M-mommy," she whimpered in my arms. Bella was at my side looking as if she was about to bawl her eyes out. She stroked Alexandra's hair, saying she was here.
"It's okay sweetheart," my wife said. She kissed the top of her forehead, before hopping on the bed and taking the free spot on the other side of her. "I won't leave." She took Alex's hand, keeping it close to her dead heart while Alex concentrated on her breathing.
-Emmett-
My son kept on thrashing even with the morphine in his body. I couldn't do anything but pin him down. I was struggling. Even Mike was helping me try to control him. There were cuts on his skin from when he started to scratch at his flesh. His blood was covering some spots on his sheets, but it didn't faze me at all. I was concentrating on the fact that my son was in the most excruciating pain a person could have the displeasure of feeling.
"Dad, make it stop," he pleaded through gasps of breathes. It caused him pain and I felt tear well up in my eyes. "Please make it stop," he cried as another scream escaped his lips. Tear fell from his cheek as he stared up at me with helpless eyes. "Someone kill me!" he screamed. "I can't take it!"
"Fight it Gabriel!" I bellowed. "You can make it out of this. I did, your mother did, and everyone did! Think about your family! Think about Alexandra and Fallon! Fight for them."
"I have to leave Emmett," said Mike. "Can you handle him by yourself?"
"Yeah," I croaked while he disappeared. "Gabriel, listen to me. You have to fight it. Try calming down and breathing." Gabriel did as I told him and soon I was able to let go of him. He grabbed a pillow, biting it to silence his screams. He started to try to control his breathing, only making him gasp in pain. "Slow down and take your time," I instructed. I sat down beside his form, bringing him close to me. I didn't say anything as he started to sob in my arms. I felt like crying too. Rosalie walked into the room with the same expression as I, fear. A beauty like that should never be in fear.
"M-mom," cried Gabriel while reaching out to his mother. Rosalie rushed to his side, stroking his hair. "I'm sc-scared," he cried as his body stiffened in another wave of that pain.
"It's okay to be scared," Rosalie croaked. She pulled him in close, so that he was sandwich in between us. "We were all scared baby bear." My son sobbed in our arms, and all I could do was watch in sadness.
-Jasper-
Fallon was as still as stone as he stared at the ceiling with the blankest of eyes. His body would stiffen when wave of pain would pass through his body, but then he'd remain as a statue when it was over for those three seconds. His eyes were turning a weird bright blue color while shadows under his eyes made him look like he hadn't slept in years. Alice was seated next to me on the bed as we watched our son suffer.
"I can't see into his future Jasper," she whispered as Fallon let out a small whimper as another shock of pain when through him. He started to scratch at his skin and we didn't stop him. I remember doing that in the change and it did ease the pain by only a little. And a little goes a long way with the change. "I can't see into any of their futures," she continued. I sensed fear and sadness coming off of my wife. I enveloped in her my arms as I did the same with my son. He rested his head on my shoulder, clutching tightly to my shirt. Beads of sweat were appearing on his forehead and the rest of his body was soaked with the stuff. Alice lightly brushed Fallon's cheeks. I could feel his very hot temperature even through my shirt. I bet his mother's cool touch felt good to him.
"A-Al-Ally," he struggled right as pain was painted on his face.
"She's going through the change too honey," said Alice.
"N-no!" he whimpered. He clutched his chest, but that wasn't the reason he said no. "She…she's…" he couldn't continue. His eyes slowly shut as he passed out from another wave of pain. I looked at my wife, who met my eyes with a worried look within her eyes.
"We'll see if he remembers after the change," I whispered before screams from all three children echoed through the walls of the castle. I could faintly hear Claude's sobs in the other room…
Ello!
Poor little Cullen kids. It had to be done though and for a huge reason. Until next time… REVIEW!
Missa.
P.S. There's a NEW POLL. It regards the KIDS TURNING!!