She's beautiful, angelic, so it wasn't her that scared me. It was probably the letter with my name on it, written in a beautiful script. I opened the envelope and this is what it said:

I thought you'd believe me, as you yourself is a mythological creature, I am Athena, goddess of wisdom. She is ours, treat her well. I entrust you to tell no one, as you do your own existence. I have complete faith in you. Her birthday is August 3rd.

Athena

If it wasn't for the scent, sort of a vampirish scent, but with a powerful, strong other scent, I wouldn't have believed it. I drop the letter in shock. Then I look at the small child. She's staring at me with a intense look in her eyes, the silver gray irises looking around in wonder.

She lifted her little hands towards me, and something in my unbeating heart ached. I couldn't resist, I picked her up. Her ivory skin was burning against my ice cold arms, but I didn't mind. I've lived with half- vampires for close to 8 years. You get used to it.

"Alec," I looked up. It was Felix. He looked as shocked as I was. Brie was following close behind.

"Tanner" he said, reminding me that I had a present for Tanner, the human child.

I handed the child to him. I needed my arms free, but I didn't want to look like a un- father- like figure.

I ran to my room, and grab the present. As soon as I walk into the room again, emerald green eyes meet mine. I might just miss those eyes when she was turned. Her scent reached mine. We'd taken to hunting individually rather than on feeding day since they got her. Don't want any accidents happening. It was intoxicating so I knew I needed to. I reached my hand to Aro, at the same time throwing my present towards her. Chelsea unwrapped the present for her.

Aro dismissed me and I ran to Rome; we can't snack on Volterra citizens. When I go back, Jane's playing with her. Aro must have told everyone. ` Hey, Alec has a half- vampire demigod child, cake anyone?' I really hoped nobody asked any awkward questions.

"What will you name her? " Jane asked me. I had to admit I hadn't thought about it.

"Kashmir," I said.

Jane said "Kashmir Kathleen."

I gave her a questioning look.

"Her middle name," Jane said. "Do you mind?" I shook my head. Kashmir wiggled in her arm, until she was turned towards me, her little arms outstretched, trying to reach me. Jane handed her over. Kashmir's little arms finding their way to my neck. And the round face, grey- eyed girl warming my dead unbeating cold heart.

A/N Athena's note, imagine in the font Vivaldi, that's how I imagined it.