1152 Loxwood, England
Aromas of lavender, herbs, and ashes wafted through the small shop illuminating feelings of comfort and satiation as Arthur dragged the half dead body into the small shop between the silversmith and bread bakers. The iron bell over rickety door ran, alerting Lila that someone was in need of her skills. She tied her long mane back as she came to assess what the damage was and what supplies she would need.
"I-it was an accident. We we-were sparing and my sword nicked him. Help p-please," Arthur panted trying to catch his breath. He had lived at Lord Gregory's manor for eleven years training to be a knight and this was the first time he had every mortally wounded someone. There was so much blood, yet the unconscious body did not seem to get lighter as he carried to the healer.
Lila grabbed a clean linen sheet, draping it over the oak table as she order, "Quick place him back here. I'll go grab some cloth to soak up the blood." The stranger was awfully pale and clammy. A giant slice about two centimetres by seventeen centimetres and a centimetre and a half deep smiled like the jaws of an animal under his arm between his left rib and waist. The blood was thick and dark staining the table and everything around it. Arthur also seemed pale and looked like he was going to pass out. Lila ran back holding the cloth to the wound applying as much pressure as possible. Noticing Arthur's queasiness, Lila told him to go out to the woods and get fresh water, pine needles, and seven flowers with black, blue, red, and green petals with spiked stems. He was not to come back until he had those EXACT ingredients. There was no such things as the flowers that she described, she just needed him to leave.
Once he was out of her hair, she turned the stranger on his right side. Lila checked to make sure he truly was asleep before she did her next task. She grabbed a dagger and cut away the dripping wet shirt. Closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, she focused on the wound. She then focused on fire, asking it to close the veins and stop the bleeding, whispering "Dóiteáin dhúnadh na díobhála dó."
Once it stopped bleeding, she thought about the cold stream in the forest and imagined it washing away the old blood and cleansing the wound while chanting "Uisce cleanse ne fola." Lila went into her tool chest and pulled out a needle made of an old bear bone and thread woven of its pelt. She needed to make her work somewhat human so no one figured out what she was.
Right before she was about to make the first stitch, the stranger's hand shot out and grabbed her hand, stopping her. Slate grey eyes bore into her as he yelled, "Get away from me, Sorcière!"
It was the boy she had seen in the forest yesterday. "Be quiet! No one can know what I am."
His eyes widened, "So you are a witch? I must report you to the local priest. You are going to burn in-".
Lila silenced him by slapping him across the face with a loud CRACK! "First off I am a witch. Second off, you will tell no one of this because you owe me for saving your life. And finally I am not going to Hell because I am not evil like you cult like church goers think I am!"
For a couple minutes the two just glared at each other. Breaking the frozen air Lila held out her right hand towards the young man. "My name is Lila."
Glancing at her hand like it was a rotten piece of flesh he replied, "Avremarus Sangnoir." He grabbed his ripped up shirt and left without a word.
The next day he came back and apologized for his coldness. "You said that you were not evil and proved it by saving my life. I am thankful for that kind lady." Lila just nodded in acknowledgement. The following day he also returned. This time curious if magic truly was real. Lila answered.
Every day that month he came by the small apothecary shop and asked her a question, sometimes two. The next month he would come in and have a cup of tea, sometimes supper. Eventually he told her that he was nicknamed 'Avi' as a boy, and so she called him that rather than Avremarus. Every Christmas Lord Gregory hosted a feast at his manor for all his vassals. Avi asked her to go as his guest. Later that night the lord of the house agreed to marry them that winter. By the time the snow melted Lila was with child.
Current Day Volterra
Alec did not know how he was going to do this. Of course he knew how to do IT thanks to Felix's many vulgar jokes. Already he at times felt uncomfortable about killing people, but that was needed to survive. Or that's what he told himself each time he hunted. This was completely unneeded. Besides he wasn't even really into girls. He thought one or two were cute from time to time but nothing more than a glance or so was exchanged. Alec had enough of girls as it was with Jane and trying to handle her.
Right now she was venting to him how much she thought this was a terrible idea. One of the 'perks' of having a sister that was a vampire was that she never ran out of breath screaming her head off ranting like a madwoman. Alec just sat there with a blank stare as she complained about babies, crying, forcing the guards to do this, and how much she hated Aro right now, and how unfair this was. For all she complained, he knew that she deep down wished she was a normal girl who wanted to fall in love with Prince Charming and maybe have kids of her own. She may hate Aro now, but she was a complete Daddy's Girl every now and then. At least she gets to keep her clothes on, was all Alec thought.
He spent hours wallowing in silent anxiety. He pondered if he just 'accidently' lost control and killed her rather than sleeping with her. But he knew that thanks to Aro's mind reading he would be found out. But then again it might not be an entire accident. Alec had never really been alone with a human for so long and the few times he interacted with humans was at a distance on missions or feeding. Doing this would peak his thirst to new extremes.
Late that night they heard the sound of heartbeats, smell of fresh blood, and click-clack of Heidi's stilettos. Jane and Alec made their way to the throne room passing the group of female tourists. Most of them looked like they were in college, possibly a sorority together. Barely any of them noticed, except one dyed blonde girl with barely any clothes on that winked at Alec and whispered to her friend, "Hotty three-O'clock" and they giggle together while giving him flirty smiles. Alec felt extremely self-conscious and noticed Jane was glaring at them. Almost reading his mind she guessed that Alec would pick the one who called him "Hotty" since she seemed more than willing to do the dirty with her brother. Taking a deep, calming breath she remembered that either she was dying in five minutes or having the agony of demon-child birth and dying in about three or so weeks. It was a very pleasing thought and realized that she might just learn to love her new niece or nephew if he or she causes this skank physical pain.
Both slipped stealthily into the main hall behind the tourists locking the door behind them as they entered trapping their prey. Aro gave Alec the signal to use his powers on the tourists. "So which girl will is be, Alec," He asked curious. Alec nodded towards the slut. He really did not feel like talking right now. "Kill the rest," Caius ordered. The guards descended in a blood thirsty frenzying killing everyone in seconds leaving nothing more than dried up corpses. All but the one. The bodies were cleared out and taken to the catacombs bellow the palace where there was an incinerator. No evidence was ever left of their kills. Once that was finished, Alec lifted his powers and walked up to the girl. She did not seem to notice that all her friends were dead and what had happened. She stared stunned as Alec grabbed her hand, trying not to crush it accidently, and walked her to one of the spare bedrooms.
Once he locked the door, he turned to her to find her sprawled on the bed, smiling suggestively. "So, what's your name," She had an American accent. Perfect, just fucking perfect. "Alec," was all he huffed. "OMG, are you British? I tots loves your accent. It so cuuuuutte. I'm Tiffany," she gushed. Alec never really realized he had an accent. Sure he was from England, but he guessed he never really lost his accent. Stiffly he walked over to the side of the bed and sat down. Katie moved so that she was siting almost on his lap. "So we are in this bedroom all alone…" She arched her eye brow. The next thing she did scared him so deeply, if it was possibly he would nightmares about it. She straddled his lap and KISSED him. With tongue. He really hoped his mouth didn't taste of blood. Grinding her hips into his she unbuttoned his dress shirt and undid the tie to his guard uniform. Alec just sat their completely taken aback by this girl's bold behavior and forwardness.
When what had to be done was finished, Alec bolted out of the room leaving the human asleep on the bed. He tried his best to gently pry himself from her octopus like hold. Shoving down feelings of guilt and confusion, he made his way to the bathroom to attempt to wash away any smell and possibly memory of what just unfolded. He scrubbed and scrubbed with as many different shampoos, body washes, soaps, and lotions but no matter what he still felt dirty. He stayed in there, head under the shower faucet for as long as his patience allowed it. It didn't matter that the hot water ran out. It all felt the same on his marble skin.
When stepped out he noticed his clothes were missing. Wrapping a towel around his waist he padded to his room, threw on a pair of sweats, and collapsed on the small comfy couch closing his eyes. I was generally used for when he wanted to read by himself without other's interrupting him…just not tonight. A couple minutes later Jane came in and perched on the arm of the couch closest to his feet, not saying anything. Breaking the tangible silence she peeped," I went ahead and burned your clothes. Figured that you did not want them making the rest of your things smell like Slut Couture." Alec did not respond. "So how was it? Was it really as great as Felix always brags about it being?" Jane ventured. Alec not only neglected to acknowledge to her questions, but looked away from her.
"Holy shit, are you gay?" Jane asked.
"No!" he sharply answered glaring daggers at her. Jane just smiled, she had finally broken her brother's brooding silence. And there it was again.
The next morning Tiffany woke up with an odd pain in her abdomen. Rising out of bed, a wave of nausea as realized that she wasn't in the bed at the hotel that she was staying at with her friends. And she was naked. Slowly she grabbed her clothes, put them on, and straightened her hair while she tip toed to the door in her most dignified "walk of shame" she could. This one night stand was so over. She tried opening the door quietly, but she realized it was locked and the knob would not budge. She tried again. Panic slithered into her mind as she remembered all these stories her mom had told her about girls being kidnapped while traveling and forced into whore houses. She tried knocking. Then banging.
"Hey! Let me out of here! I have a flight at five I have to make!" She yelled trying to sound calm. She banged her hand against the door again before trying to find a window trying to tell herself that she was just over reacting. She looked out the window to see that she was on the third floor of whatever building she was in. Wait, it was that creepy old historic building that Christy had recommended touring and she followed that one really pretty Italian chick into. Everything else was really fuzzy. She then remembered that she had seen a hot dark haired guy. Tiffany stared at her reflection in the window and realized her stomach looked a little belated. Nonsense, every girl thinks she looks fat in the mirror. The longer she stared at the reflection, the tighter her clothes felt.
She stared at her reflection in the window confused in a daze when she realized a face had joined her reflection startling her. It was a petite girl with fair hair. Tiffany had seen her before with the hot boy. What if she was his girlfriend? Oh no. Somehow she came in without making any noise. Smiling she turned around, only to lose it when she saw that the girl had a box in her hand. "Here, we need you to take one of these," the girl said in an accent similar to the guy she met last night. Maybe she was his sister. Next she threw the box at her in disgust. It was a pregnancy test.
Laughing thinking that the boy was playing a prank on her or the girl did not fully understand that a test can't tell you the morning after if you are pregnant. She gave the girl a motherly smile, leaning down to be eye level with her she cooed, "Looks like someone doesn't yet fully understand where babies come from".
"Bitch, I'm well over eight hundred years old. I know what sex is," the girl glared at her. Tiffany just realized that the girl's eyes were glowing red as embers. It was probably just contacts. The girl turned and headed towards the door stopping only to say," The other residents in this building wish that you would not make so much noise. If you become too loud again, we will find one way or another to silence you." The closed the door behind her and made a display about locking the door. There was a small bathroom inside the suite that she was in. The longer she sat bored in the small room, the more tempting the box seemed. Finally she took one of the tests. It said positive. Dumbfounded, she tried another. It said positive. She tried the entire box. They all said positive. This could not be happening. She was going to open her eyes in the hotel room and find Christy and Britany in her room. She would pack her bags and head to the airport, eat really bad airline food and go back home today. Not THIS.
The days passed and each day he lump in her stomach got bigger and bigger and she felt weaker and weaker. One day the girl returned with a plastic bag in her hand. It was filled with this thick red liquid. "Here, you need to drink this. That little sucker inside you is probably really thirsty," the girl smiled proudly. Tiffany took the bag confused. It was a bag of blood. "What the hell is this, you little freak?" she exclaimed. "Blood," the girl said shrugging, "And I'm not a little freak. I'm a vampire. That thing you're carrying, is half-vampire, half-human." She had to be lying. There was no such thing as vampires. Maybe a sick, sadistic cults who makes little girls do their dirty work and wear creepy red contacts. And dress all in black. And are really pale. And inhumanly pretty. And are obsessed with blood. But not vampires.
"I'm not leaving until you drink the bag," the girl interrupted her mini panic attack. Man she was bossy. Sighing and just wanting her to leave, she opened the bag. The little twit stiffened, staring unblinking at the bag like she wanted to kill it with her bare hands. Somehow she wasn't breathing. Maybe Tiffany could have some fun is this girl really was a vampire. Taking a small bit on her finger, she flicked it at the girls face, splattering it on her porcelain cheek. The girl screamed and hissed, clawing at her own face. Tiffany laughed. But then the girl turned towards her and looked like she was going to pounce on her and claw at her next. Ready for the kill. "Jane! No!" a voice ordered urgently.
Then oddest thing happened a great cloud of this odd black mist filled the room and Tiffany felt as if she had been knocked out, yet was awake. She couldn't see the room, nor could she hear the girl hissing at her about to kill her. Then it was gone and the room returned back to the way it was, but the girl was gone and the door was locked again. She had to be tripping balls.
Another couple days passed. Tiffany guessed she had been here for about two weeks. Maybe this was all real after all. She looked quite large and started wondering about the baby she was carrying. The creepy girl said it was half vampire. Maybe that was why it seemed to be growing so fast? She had to keep reminding her self that the creepy girl's name was Jane. Odd name for someone so strange.
Another week passed. She had become weaker each day and now could not even get out of bed or even sit up without struggle. Everytime she placed her hand on her belted stomach she waited trying to feel something. It was odd that the baby hadn't kicked or seemed to move once. This must not be the norm, even for a hybrid. Jane caught her one day cradling her stomach, listening patiently. Strangely enough she wanted to try to get the baby to kick, but there was no response.
Alec refused to talk to the human. She would be dead in less than a week. He would poke his head in the door when she was sleeping every now and then, but only to make sure she wasn't dead. Yet. For some reason he couldn't fathom, Jane seemed to care about the thing inside the human more than he did. He did care…he was just sort of in denial of the fact that he was going to be a father. It was such a weird thought. The more he thought about it, the more he stressed about how he was going to be a father exactly. He caught himself worrying that he would be a terrible father and the kid would be completely messed up. Or worse he would accidently kill it. He just could shake the fact that something was about to go horribly wrong.
On April 2, Tiffany felt the most agonizing pain in her abdomen. She screamed at blood and water dripped down her legs. No one came to help her. After about an hour her heart stopped and the pain was finally gone, but not before she got a glance a beautiful golden haired baby boy.
Forks, Washington
Edward was worried that something was wrong with Renesmee. Before the battle with the Volturi her thoughts had been a light and clear melody. Now they were getting darker and seemed empty only to be filled with occasional static. He had to focus more and more to hear her thoughts. This worried him. What if she was on danger and he didn't find out until it was too late? Everytime Edward asked her is something was wrong, she would just sullenly shrug and say nothing. Maybe Jacob did something. Renesmee probably needed a little time away from him.