Wolverine

I better get started on this chapter before I get lazy again. I'm glad that most of you didn't mind the twins. I figured since Renesmee was never much of a character anyway, it wouldn't be such a big deal. And I'm glad a lot of you felt happy for Leah. She always seemed like such a sad person. I wanted to give her something even if it is just an imaginary half-vampire baby.

- Bella could get pregnant again, but I wrote that she only gets her (youknowwhat) every three years or so. It should be pretty easy for them to avoid those days, or at the very least use birth control. Hell, it's not like I'm going to be writing about them twenty years in the future or anything. I'll leave that for the people who don't need the books as a guideline.

SnowCharms - I hope you like her reaction. I've gone through a bunch of scenarios and the one in this chapter struck me as the funniest. I hope you think so too.

Rubberduck697 (You know, I'm just going to call you Ducky from now on) - Like I said to , I'm not writing anything about them growing up. Frankly, a mutant/vampire mating with a shape-shifter scares me. It's like Dracula Meets The Wolfman or something.

My mom's still feeling kind of rotten. I've had to help her clean up a little more lately, so I haven't had as much time to write.

I've posted a speech I'm doing for my writer's craft class today in my ending author's note. Comment on it if you want.

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"It's one o'clock, bub -- time to get yer face ripped off!"

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Bella's POV

Waking up wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. The Cullens had been insightful enough to keep the light off in the operating room, so I didn't wake up with burning corneas. For a second, I listened to the sound of my own heartbeat, determining that I was indeed alive.

Then I shot up into a sitting position.

"My baby!" I said hoarsely, wrapping my hands around my flat stomach.

Edward was there almost before I finished my sentence. He touched my face with one hand and held my hand with the other. "Everything's alright. They're okay," he soothed. He was looking at me like her expected me to disappear at any moment.

I registered the words alright and okay before I realized something else. "They?" I questioned, a knot forming in my stomach.

I stared in stunned fascination as Edward smiled. "Twins; one boy. and one girl. They're perfect."

"Jeez, Edward, don't give them an ego complex!" Emmett shouted from downstairs. I heard the familiar sound of him being hit by Rosalie and laughed.

"So I was half-right about it being a boy." I stood up. I looked down, noticing that someone had dressed me while I was out. I had on a dark blue blouse and a pair of designer jeans. I frowned at those, thinking of the money they had wasted, but then shrugged. It was one of the perks of being a Cullen.

"Here," Edward said, holding out a glass with amber liquid in it. "Victor said you would want this."

I took the drink, sniffing it. "Whiskey. The man knows me." I took a huge gulp and sighed. "I missed that."

Edward smiled at me, but there was something a little off about it.

"What's wrong?" I asked, suspicious.

"Nothing's wrong exactly, but we should probably go downstairs." I didn't trust him on the whole wrong thing, but I followed him as he led me into the living room.

Remy, Emmett and Jasper were currently engaged in a game of cards. Judging from the amount of poker chips Remy had, he was winning. Emmett looked frustrated and Jasper seemed to be gauging Remy's mood. I knew it was useless. Win or lose, Remy was always calm.

Alice sat on the couch, reading a fashion magazine. Every few minutes, she would look up and mouth the names of Remy's cards to Jasper. It didn't seem to be helping much.

Rosalie, Esme and Carlisle were hovering by the window. I looked outside and saw the most beautiful sight in the world.

Victor, Jacob, Leah, and Seth were outside. Leah was in a new pair of jeans and a tank top. Jacob was wearing brown sweatpants and a wife beater. Seth was dressed similarly to Jacob, only his pants were black. Victor wore a blue plaid shirt and black cargo pants.

I took this all in absently, for my attention was on the two little angels they surrounded.

I walked to the window slowly. Victor looked up and grinned. He picked up my little boy - Vick - and headed inside. Jacob picked up my little girl - Carlie and followed after him. Once inside, Jacob handed Carlie to Edward. I stood there, staring at them.

It was immediately clear that Carlie took after me the most. Rather than detracting from her vampiric beauty, it seemed to make her more lovely…more mine. Her hair was Edward's though. The bronze shade looked lovely as it curled against her flushed cheeks. Her big brown eyes sought out mine and she smiled at me. Her face was heart-shaped, her lips out of balance like mine. She had Edward's nose and her chin wasn't as sharp as mine, but the resemblance was obvious. Alice had dressed her in a pretty yellow sundress with pink flowers. She wore tiny, white socks and black dress shoes.

I took my eyes away from her unwillingly, drawn to the boy who sat peacefully in Victor's arms. The most startling thing about him was his eyes.

I had never imagined that a human eye colour could be so beautiful.

His hair was mine, right down to the colour and the widow's peak. It crept around his ears and down his neck, almost like a surfer hairstyle. I wondered if anyone had bothered to cut it since he was born. I resolved to do so as soon as I could. His face was shaped like Edward's; high cheekbones, and a strong jaw. Alice had found him a blue lounge suit, and the colour made his skin glow.

As I stared, he smiled a crooked Edward-smile and waved.

There was one thing that bothered me. I had given birth just hours ago. I was sure of it.

So why were my babies the size of two-month-olds?

I gapped at them, open-mouthed. "How did they get so big?" I asked.

Edward brushed his hand against my cheek. "Their growth seems to be almost as accelerated as when they were still foetuses. It's slowing down, though," he said in a hard voice, as if daring someone to argue with him.

I felt a flash of fear, and started mentally calculating. I didn't like the answer, so I shoved it aside, determined, like Edward, to ignore their fast growth.

I was so caught up in the twins that I failed to notice the differences in Jacob and Leah. I stared at them, trying to pinpoint the reason for the change. Lately, Jacob always seemed just on the verge of snapping. His eyes were usually so sad.

But not anymore. Jacob was looking at Carlie like she was the most enchanting thing in the world. I saw Leah giving Vick a similar look. I didn't know Leah very well, but I knew that if Edward had broken up with me for another woman, I wouldn't look so…content.

I began to feel cold inside as I remembered Edward's earlier statement about things not being wrong. I wondered how much of that wrongness was about my babies' premature aging, and how much had to do with the fact that they had been imprinted on by my magic-wielding, shape-shifting, werewolf-like neighbours.

The sound of breaking glass made the others jump as I crushed the glass of whiskey in my hand. Little fragments of it dug into my palm and fingers like knives. I smelled blood, but ignored it as I opened my hand and let the broken glass fall to the floor. The pieces imbedded in my hand quickly followed, my skin healing up almost instantly. I was aware of a low growling sound in the room, and recognized it as my own voice.

"You didn't," I accused, stalking forward, trying to choose which one to kill first.

Jacob stepped in front of Leah and held up his hands. "Look, Bella, I know you're upset-"

"Brilliant deduction, moron!" I spat. "How could you even think about…?" I was too furious and disgusted to even say the words.

"It's not like that!" Jacob said, still on the defence. Emmett was watching me with amusement, while the others looked worried. Even the babies seemed to be getting upset.

I took a deep breath and made myself relax. "Victor, I want another glass of whiskey, and a cigar."

"I thought you quit," Victor said. I looked up at him real slowly, daring him to say anything else. He took an involuntary step back. Jasper stood up and took Vick. The baby accepted the change of position with some annoyance. Wonderful. Victor had already corrupted him.

My grandfather darted into the wine cellar without another word and came back up with a glass and my drink. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his box of cigars.

I took the things and sat down on the couch next to Alice. I set the bottle and the glass on the coffee table. I then opened the box of cigars and took one out, setting it between my teeth and lighting it. I inhaled and held the cigar in my hand as it burned. "Now, can you please explain this to me?"

Jacob seemed to find my tranquility even more disturbing than my anger. He seemed unable to think of anything to say.

"It's an involuntary reaction," Leah said, when it was clear that Jacob was lost. "It's not a choice. Believe me, Bella, the last person I thought I would imprint on was a half-vampire, and not just for the obvious reasons. But look, it's not like we're romantically attracted to them. We love them, but it's not that kind of love."

"Not yet, you mean," I said calmly, pouring myself a drink and taking a sip.

Leah looked distinctly uncomfortable. I wondered how she was handling being around my vampire family. The smell alone was probably driving her crazy.

"That's the idea," she admitted. "But if something changes…if they end up wanting someone else…then we'll be whatever they want us to be. Friends. Pseudo-siblings. It doesn't matter, as long as they're happy."

I stared at my drink, swirling the amber liquid around until it made a small whirlpool. "That's a very good answer," I said finally. I stood up slowly and set my drink down. I walked over to them, clutching my lit cigar. I took one last drag.

And flicked it into Jacob's eye.

He jerked back with a gasp and covered his eye with his hand. I took a fist full of his hair, jerked his head down, and leaned over to whisper to him.

"Alright, Jake, you and I have gotten to be really good friends, but I swear by all that is holy if you do anything to upset my baby, I'll kill you." I emphasized this by letting my claws out.

At least, I thought they were my claws.

"Cool. Shiny," Victor said. I ignored his comment, and the gasps from the Cullens, and Remy's shocked curse word.

I released Jacob and held up my right hand to get a better look. Jake straightened up and backed away. I saw Leah barely restraining a smile, but at the same time trying to look outraged at me. She didn't do a very good job.

I stared at my hands in shock. My claws were silver, metallic. I flexed my left hand and let my other set out. They matched.

I hmmed under my breathe, still checking out my new additions. "This is an interesting development."

"You're telling me," Victor said. He stepped forward and touched one of the shining…knives. I couldn't think of any other way to describe them.

"Ow!" Victor pulled back and held up his hand. His index finger was nearly severed at the top. I watched as it healed. Compared to me now, it seemed like an endless task.

"That was stupid," I commented.

"Don't give me lip. They're a helluva lot sharper than they look. I wasn't even putting any pressure on them." Victor held up his wounded finger for everyone to see.

I let my claws sink back into my arms and watched as my knuckles healed over. Had I really considered my old healing abilities to be fast? Maybe compared to Victor, but now…

An unfamiliar, high-pitched sound made me look over towards Jasper.

For such a big and scary guy, he didn't seem to know how to handle Vick.

I watched open-mouthed as my infant son squirmed out of his uncle's arms. Edward reached over with ease and caught him with one arm. He sighed heavily, as if he were performing a very dull or repetitive task. He lifted Vick up to his chest and he seemed to calm down when he saw his sister. Carlie reached over and touched his cheek. My confusion and suspicions peaked as Vick grinned unexpectedly.

I looked at Edward, waiting for an explanation.

Carlisle stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders. "Perhaps you should sit down."

"Oh, Carlisle, she'll be fine," Alice said, sounding quite determined for someone who's precognition was rendered useless by three shape-shifters and two half-vampires.

I crossed my arms and, for good measure, tapped my foot impatiently.

He gave me a sheepish grin. "Would you mind letting Carlie touch you? It will explain some things."

I raised my eyebrow at Edward, but complied. Carlie and Vick sat up eagerly and smiled at me. I found myself smiling back, enraptured by the conglomeration of mine and Edward's faces. Carlie reached out to touch my face, and I found myself back in the operating room.

I watched, fascinated as I witnessed the delivery of the twins, and my miraculous revival with the help of the adamantium. I saw my reaction to the news of Jacob and Leah's imprinting, and realized that I had upset Carlie by hurting Jacob. I made a mental note to keep any confrontations out of earshot.

Finally, the images stopped and I pulled away. "That was freaking awesome! What was that?"

Edward smiled. "Carlie seems to have inherited my telepathy, only she's flipped it around so that she can send thoughts into other's minds instead of reading thoughts like I can."

Carlie smiled at me and reached her arms out in a clear up signal. I did as she requested, adjusting her on my right hip as Vick began to squirm. Carlie held on as I lifted Vick onto my other hip.

"What about Vick?" I asked when I was sure the twins were comfortable. Their hearts pounded rapidly and their cheeks stayed permanently flushed. "Can he do anything?"

"You mean besides bite everyone who ticks him off and get away with it?" Rosalie asked bitterly.

I looked down at him with an expression that I hoped seemed at least mildly scolding. "Vick, did you bite your auntie?"

Vick grinned unrepentantly and nodded. I tried to resist, but I ended up smiling back. "Lord, this kid could get away with murder."

"Don't exaggerate, Bella, he's a great kid. He only bites people who are thinking bad things," Victor explained. He indicated toward Rosalie with a grin.

Understanding dawned. "He has telepathy too?" I looked down at my boy with awe.

"As far as we can tell," Edward admitted. "I can't read his mind, so we can't be sure."

"You're kidding me, right?"

Edward shook his head slowly. "I'm starting to think it's something more than just a family trait," he said thoughtfully.

I blinked at him, still trying to take everything in. Maybe I should have gone easier on the whiskey.

Or maybe I just needed another glass.

Carlie suddenly made a whining noise and I automatically adjusted her position so that she was closer to my face. "What's wrong, honey?"

Carlie reached up and touched my face. I saw a vision of a steel cup filled with familiar, bright red liquid.

Edward shook his head and sighed. "She's hungry again."

Victor walked into the kitchen as if that was his cue. "What does she think about O Negative? Or is it time to B Positive?"he called out playfully.

Edward rolled his eyes at my grandfather's antics, but didn't answer him. Emmett guffawed loudly and Jasper stopped breathing.

Victor walked back into the room with two large steel cups filled to the brim with blood. The twins immediately perked up at the sight.

"They prefer human blood, but we'll try to teach them to hunt animals when they're older. We've been trying to convince them to try some human food but…" Edward shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

I looked down at my babies and laughed. "Not a fan of your vegetables?" I quipped.

Carlie shook her head and touched my face again, showing me a vision of Carlisle trying to feed her baby formula. The smell of it made me wrinkle my nose.

"Ug, can't blame you for that, kiddo." I took them and sat down on the couch.

Victor sat next to me. "Which one do you want to feed? Trust me, do it at the same time, otherwise they get seriously ticked off."

I handed Carlie over to him. Edward wandered over, not as affected by the smell of blood as his siblings. "They're very interesting, aren't they?" he asked, leaning over next to me.

"Interesting hardly covers it," I replied. "What else can they do?"

"They have rapid heartbeats, as I'm sure you can tell. Their skin is probably as hard as a regular vampire's, but it's not like we're going to take any chances on that." He brushed back a lock of Vick's hair lovingly. "They seem very advanced for their age, and not just in size. They're very intelligent."

"They got their brains from me," I quipped.

"As well as their tendency for abuse. Carlie keeps biting Jacob whenever he doesn't feed her quickly enough. She's not venomous, but Vick is."

I looked at Vick, fascinated by this strange development.

But inside, I was still worrying. Even as I sat with them, I could almost see the time sifting away, measuring how many days my children would live.

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This seems like a good enough place to end. I've got to get to school soon, so I have to hurry.

Here's my speech. I had to make up a character that is opposite to me and present something about them. I hope you enjoy it.

Bizarro-You Speech

Look, before I start, I just want to let everyone know that even though I've suffered multiple severe head trauma over the years, that doesn't mean I'm dain bramaged. (Look confused for a few seconds) I'm fompletely cine. (Pause) Otally tokay. (Blink several times and shake head) Alright, moving on.

My name is George Dean. I am an addict. Now, I'm not addicted to alcohol or nicotine or caffeine. I do take a lot of pain meds, but I've got it under control. (Take out pill bottle and pretend to take one) What I'm addicted to is a completely natural hormone called adrenaline.

Yes, I am an adrenaline junkie.

I was the kid who climbed the tallest trees and jumped off the high dive at the pool when I was still in diapers. My father is the only man in the world who threw out his back out by yelling too loudly when I was climbing out onto the roof and sliding down the clothesline when I was seven. My mother has a standing prescription for anti-anxiety medication. It's really helped her deal with her panic attacks when I drive us through a busy highway at 200 km/h while blindfolded.

But, like any addiction, it has its downfalls. The problem is that most people are so scared of getting hurt that they think that anyone who enjoys jumping down an elevator shaft is out of their mind and needs to be locked up and forced to take highly addictive medication so that the pharmaceutical companies can keep buying out the government with everybody's drug-money. (Shake head) Sorry, paranoia is a side-effect of these babies. (Pretend to take another pill)

Now, to combat this over-safe world, my fellow junkies and I have made a list of dangerous things to do to get that rush you've been looking for.

Number one: skydiving. Nothing screams danger more than free-falling out of a plane, passing through the clouds and watching the ground come up to meet you. Just remember, when the timer for the parachute goes off, deploy the chute. It's only cool if you come close to death. Dying kind of ruins it for the guys still on the plane. And when people hit the ground at 80 km/h, they splatter.

For a cheaper option, jumping off a low cliff or a bridge with a body of water beneath it is a good substitute. Just check for jagged rocks, and try not to land so that water shoots up your butt…cause it'll explode your intestines and you'll die a really painful and embarrassing death. Trust me, I knew a guy. No one could keep a straight face at his funeral. (Start to crack up and clear throat) Anyway…

Number two: buildering. That's a cool name we junkies made up to describe climbing up a building with no ropes or safety nets of any kind. It's so much fun it should be illegal…okay, it's totally illegal, but running from the cops is pretty fun too, especially when you're still jacked up from a healthy dose of epinephrine.

If you've got the money, you can replace this with rock-climbing, but personally, I enjoy the peepshows taking place on the 26th floor. I won't go into details, but let's just say that (My teacher's name) is a very lucky man.

Number three: craning. This is a lot like buildering in that it's illegal, and it involves climbing. The only difference is that you're climbing up construction equipment instead of skyscrapers or apartments. It's wise to invest in a pair of climbing shoes. (Indicate to neck brace) And put some money in the bank. The fines for climbing on something that doesn't belong to you are insane.

Number four: car-surfing. Cars are magical things. They pretty much scream danger, which is junkie-code for fun. But let's face it, sometimes driving fast isn't enough. Sometimes, you really want to start break dancing on the roof of a moving vehicle. Junkies are very creative when we have to be.

Number five: playing with dangerous animals. Humans are gifted with fight-or-flight responses that send adrenaline surging into our veins when confronted with a dangerous animal. Bears are a good example of this. Lions are even scarier. Just make sure you have a gun or tazer on you when you start taunting Yogi. If you have any animal phobias, confronting said animal can give you one of the best rushes of your life.

Number six: ghost hunting.

For this to work, you don't have to believe in ghosts. Going into an old, dark house in the middle of the night is pretty freaky in and of itself. There's a reason the characters who star in horror movies always seem to be out of breath. Even though they know it's all fake, their hearts are pounding with adrenaline. Dark, creepy places with back stories about the living undead are basically a junkies' paradise. Just don't blame me if you get scared to death.

Number seven: sex.

I know what you're thinking; sex is awesome! It isn't as risky as climbing a building or a crane, or jumping off a cliff. It's not like anyone dies while having sex.

If you're thinking something along those lines, you're wrong.

You know that show, 1000 ways to die? In one episode, I saw three different ways a guy died while trying to get his rocks off. One guy died after his extra-large one-night-stand collapsed on top of him and smothered him.

Next, this really old guy, oxygen tank and everything, hired a hooker. This girl plugged in some Christmas lights and started dancing around. Problem was, there wasn't enough electricity to sustain the lights and the oxygen tank. Talk about coming and going.

The last part of the episode had a guy whose wife felt that their sex life needed a little help, so she dropped a few Viagra into his drink. Unfortunately, his secretary texted him about an important meeting a that moment. He took a few of his own fun-pills and headed on over. And just when you think it couldn't get any worse, his secretary dosed him some more, and by the time they finished with their meeting, Mr Cheater, Cheater Pumpkin Eater was ready to go into cardiac arrest.

See, you can have too much of a good thing. Overdosing on Viagra is almost as embarrassing as trying to seduce a grizzly while high on magic mushrooms. Mama bears aren't exactly known for putting out to burnouts, but they will be kind enough to leave most of your remains alone…after they've finished eating you.

Still think sex is awesome?

Now that I've officially traumatized everyone in this room, I'm gonna go find a room with a window I can jump out of. I'll catch you later.

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Okay, that's about it. I'll update as soon as I can.

See you later.