AN: Thank you so much for the response! Glad I'm not alone in my crazy. Quick warning- this chapter contains a hybrid birth. I don't *think* it's as graphic as the original, but I had a fine line between too few details and too much gore. If it helps, they'll only be born once ;)
And please don't tell me the birth is unrealistic or impossible. It's a hybrid pregnancy. Of course it's fucking impossible.
Bella wasn't too worried when she first woke up alone in the little cabin. She knew Emmett was out hunting, and it sometimes took him longer to track down suitable prey.
She tried to keep herself busy—brushing and braiding her long hair, reading some from the Bible beside her bed, and finally sketching a bit more on the family portrait she'd been working on the past few weeks. She might be mad at her family, but she didn't want to forget them either.
By mid-morning she couldn't sit still any longer. She carefully hauled herself up and waddled painfully out to the outhouse.
It took her twice as long to make her way up the slight hill back inside, but her brother was still nowhere to be seen. A thick knot of dread began to form in her stomach—she just knew that something was wrong with Emmett.
The next couple of hours passed in a blur. Bella went from pacing back and forth, to huddling on her mattress. Her back was aching something fierce, leaving her no place to get comfortable. She jumped at every sound and finally just cried out of sheer loneliness.
The babies really did try to do what their uncle had told them. They stayed curled up, trying their best not to move too much. Then, after a few hours, they got thirsty.
It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just one of them. But one brother could feel both his own thirst and that of his twin. He didn't know how to block that double thirst, and he began to thrash a bit as he grew more and more uncomfortable.
The other brother could see what his twin was thinking. And all he was thinking about was the good red stuff that mommy liked to drink for them. He tried to tell mommy to get some of the red stuff, but she was only thinking about Uncle Emmett.
Uncle Emmett told them to be good, so they needed to be good. They didn't ever want to be bad like their father—he hurt mommy really bad. They didn't want mommy to be hurt.
They really did need mommy to drink the red stuff though. They had something they needed to do and they had to work together to do it carefully. But they couldn't think clearly when they were so thirsty!
"Okay, okay babies. I'll see if I can get down there. You'll have to settle down though for me." Bella worked her way over to the small set of steps leading down to the cellar, holding her stomach with one hand and the wall with the other.
She stepped carefully, knowing that if she fell to the ground there was no way she would be able to get up without help. The cellar was dark, lit only by a few small slits in the wall near the low ceiling.
It didn't take long for Bella to spot the remaining two jars, and she debated for just a minute before she scooped them both up and tucked them inside her shirt, resting them on her oversized belly. With her arm securing the jars, she let out a wry giggle as the babies kicked at the glass through her skin. "Patience, boys. I can't drink it if you break it!"
After what seemed like an eternity, she was finally back at her mattress. She set one jar on the ground beside her and took the other in her hands. Her nose wrinkled at the stale taste, but her body relaxed as she drank it down.
Within minutes of finishing the drink, Bella was sound asleep. The boys, however, were wide awake. They felt their instincts—instincts to bite and tear—but they pushed those down as they worked together to find a better solution.
The lower baby found a spot in their protective sack that looked weaker, and he tentatively bared his teeth and nipped lightly. Bella gasped as fluid rushed out between her legs, waking her instantly as her stomach tightened painfully.
The baby began to panic as the pulsing rope around his neck began to close tighter, choking him and cutting off his air supply at the same time. His brother picked up on that panic and began to push his twin out, toward the safety of the world outside.
Bella screamed with every push, reaching down to try and help her baby come out, but the boys were wholly focused on their task. Once he had one arm out, the first baby began to grasp at the bedcovers as he maneuvered his tiny body with the control of a baby several months old, instead of a newborn.
The second baby planted his foot and pushed with all his might, helping his brother emerge from the womb. Unfortunately, he planted his foot on Bella's fragile spine, snapping it instantly. He froze as his mother fell slack, then began to make his own way into the world. His mama needed him, and nothing would keep him from reaching her.
The first baby sat up, giving his mother her first glimpse of him—and she gasped as she saw his blood-streaked blond curls. He leaned up and met her chocolate brown eyes with his own bright blue ones and gave her a large dimpled grin.
"Oh, you are definitely my little Emmett Jasper. You look just like your uncle. Come here, sweet boy!" Bella panted with the effort to move her upper body, since she could no longer feel anything below the waist.
Emmett Jasper McCarty gave his mother one last smile before he reached a hand out to help pull his brother free. When a dark head of hair appeared beside him, Bella breathed an exhausted, "Edward," before closing her eyes to rest for a moment.
Edward looked at his brother and they each bent down to latch their teeth in their mother's legs. They didn't drink too much blood, but let their venom flow into the wound instead. Then they crawled their way up into her arms.
When their warm little hands reached her chest and arms, Bella's eyes flew open once more. She took in the perfect beauty of her sons' faces, smiling in awe at the sheer amount of love she felt for them. She caressed their soft hair and looked at their bright eyes—noting that Edward's were an odd green color she had never seen before, but she refused to think of what that meant.
"Edward, Jasper, come here boys. I want to hold you." She pulled them to her breasts with their help, and cuddled them close. "I love you both so much, and I need you to watch out for each other if I'm not here. And you need to find your Uncle Emmett. He loves you too."
Jasper's eyes filled up with tears when he realized he could not feel his mother's love anymore. He couldn't feel anything but his own fear, and his brother's echoing panic. Edward could no longer hear her thoughts.
Thinking they didn't act quickly enough, the boys each bit down again, right over her weakly-beating heart. Bella cried out in surprise and pain as she finally felt the burn of the venom beginning to work. When the babies answered her cry, she clamped her mouth shut and focused on remaining silent. She wrapped her arms around her boys and thought about how much she loved them as she burned.
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Edward and Jasper cuddled with their mother as her body trembled and grew colder from their venom. Edward read Jasper's curiosity and Jasper felt Edward's reassurance that they had done what they needed to. They would keep their momma and she would be strong like them. He just hoped they could find Uncle Emmett as well—they really missed him.
After the first few hours, the boys' thirst began to bother them. Jasper spotted the last remaining jar beside the bed and he crawled over to pull it up to his twin. It took some trial and error, but when Jasper caught his teeth just right on the metal lid, the scent of blood filled the air.
Small hands scrabbled with the glass jar, coming dangerously close to cracking it several times before they each had a hole punched and the jar uptilted so they could drink from it. Soft growls expressed their delight and Bella relaxed a bit more at the happy sound. She had worked out that the boys had done something to make her into a vampire like James, but she didn't mind too much. It would make it easier to defend her boys if she was stronger.
Bella didn't like to think about the night that her boys were conceived, but she knew she would never be able to forget it. Little Jasper had his father's blond hair, though his soft curls were more McCarty than that of the greasy vampire who'd held her face in the dirt.
Edward was the one who looked the least like her. His bronze hair was some mixture between her reddish brown and his blond. His sharp features were eerily similar to the demon who'd spawned him, and she had no idea where those green eyes came from. None of that mattered though—she loved her sons with all her heart. Both of them.