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I surfaced in the Levant and moved north to the Caucasus mountains, but spent little time there despite its breathtaking scenery due to the generally good weather. Travelling further north, I followed rumours of a new and strong empire.

I discovered the newly established city of Moscow in the Kievan Rus' and of course, picking up the language was a piece of cake. However, I'd recently begun to notice my thirst spiking a lot more often than usual, so I tried to hunt outside of the city boundaries as much as possible, feeling vulnerable in the deprivation of my full arsenal of disguises. I didn't know what was happening, but it felt like I was becoming bloated, but that couldn't be so, as a vampire, I was surely immune to stuff like that. But I put it down to my recent overfeeding. I was eating almost twice a day, instead of the standard once or twice a week; my body count becoming almost unconcealable.

To my dismay, just a week later, I appeared undeniably pregnant. Horrified, I didn't know how this could even be possible. The only possible father could be Caius, which would mean that the child was a vampire. That explained the extremely hard property of my bump. I could feel the baby violently kicking against my skin, proving its strength. My mind was immediately drawn to the immortal children that we'd so recently started disposing of. But surely they were created when a vampire turned a human child. Surely if a baby was growing this rapidly within me, a vampire, with its father, also a vampire, it couldn't be a child frozen in time… Could we have been wrong about the origins of immortal children all this time?

I couldn't be sure, Aro's gift surely should have meant that there would be no gaps in knowledge; unless he lied to us all. So I relocated to the tundra where fewer witnesses could see the birth of my illegal child, which I was sure now was the cause of my compulsions to move away from Volterra.

No more than five months after first becoming intimate with Caius, my stomach was as bloated as a woman's who was nine months pregnant. I was anxious to observe the child's true nature, whether it was truly an immortal child or whether I would have to murder my own baby as soon as it was born.

That's when I felt the biting begin. I felt teeth from within my womb begin to cut away at my insides, bringing me to my knees in agony. The cutting continued until I felt teeth break the skin of my stomach.

I watched, lying helplessly on my side, as the creature within me cut itself out of me. Eventually its head emerged and I was able to gently pull the child from my belly, wincing at the pain it caused me.

The baby had silver hair hidden under a layer of human blood, accompanied by blue eyes identical to my own, but I could hear a fluttering heartbeat despite her parentage. Her silver hair was confirmation of her father's identity, but nothing could explain the human elements that were present within her. Her teeth were strong enough to cut through my skin, yet she still carried a pulse.

She didn't seem like any of the immortal children I had encountered to this point. They all possessed red eyes and no heartbeat, just like a standard vampire, but this child appeared so obviously half-human, truly as if one of her parents were mortal, but it was impossible.

Her blood didn't smell appealing in the same way as a human's, but it had an almost addictive essence to it, stronger than the pull towards human blood. My motherly instincts perhaps?

As my body's venom got to work repairing my wound, I realised that I had been bleeding human blood from it… Not just any human blood. It smelt so similar to my own scent it disturbed me. How could I have blood in my veins when I had undergone the full vampiric transformation over five hundred years before?

But I could not afford to be concentrating on myself, I gazed down at my daughter, surprised by her warmth in my arms. She was looking up into my face with a curiosity that should have been beyond her current mental capacity.

I stared back with an expression that mirrored hers. If I could sleep I would have been adamant that this were a dream, but here she was, my weird somehow-half-human vampire baby.

"Hello, my little surprise," I cooed at her. Upon hearing my voice, she smiled a toothy grin back at me and let out an adorable gurgly laugh. Admittedly it was bizarre to see a baby so young with a full set of teeth, but for me this changed nothing. I was already head over heels.

Gazing into her eyes, I felt my overwhelming urge to protect her multiply, and I decided that even if she didn't age, I couldn't kill her. I would make sure to teach her the laws so she would be no threat. She already showed signs of comprehension. But more pressingly, I had to avoid coming across any other vampires who might report me to the Volturi. Finally, I understood why so many had made the choice to turn a child into a vampire.

Despite my previous ties to them, if I was shown to have broken the law in such a manner, they would not forgive. I had to hope that my baby would grow up or be intelligent enough to keep the law.

But if she grew up, that would surely mean that she would eventually die? I'd have to turn her if that became a possibility. But would venom even have an effect on someone like her?

I decided after a while of deliberation on the name Athanasia. Whilst I didn't think it wise to let Caius know about the existence of his daughter for now, I wanted her to still have some connection to him. Choosing a Greek name seemed like the right thing to do to honour him. Pinning my hopes upon the possibility of her inheriting vampiric longevity, a name meaning immortal was my way of willing this into fruition.

For the time being, Athanasia remained my little secret.

And so that was the most predictable plot twist ever, I know. I'll be uploading again at the weekend hopefully!