RCA: Round eight, here we go! If you don't feel like reviewing then don't. I won't force you...

(Usually my A/N at the top is the same thing. It's the one at the bottom that changes.)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except what my twisted mind morphs and disorients of Stephanie Meyer's book. I do own my own writing, ideals and plots. What else do I own? An 'I love Ron' pillowcase, but that has nothing to do with Twilight...or does it?

POV: Jasper Whitlock.

BTW: Italics is still in real time, it's not a flashback or anything, more or less like a precognition, you know? Like, distinguishing that sentence from what the person is saying in real time. It makes sense when you see it.

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Bella and I had dressed after the casual midday love-making, and walked downstairs. Bella had a smug look across her face, the same look after every time, as we ploped down on the leather love seat. Rose and Emmett were tangled in each other, staring into each others eyes. We all turned at the same time as we heard the dragging footsteps. Bree had been a success. She clung to her mothers shirt as Esme helped her down the carpeted white stairs. Bree kept her eyes on her bare feet as they approached us. Esme radiated love in every direction, in such a strong ammount, that I couldn't help but accept my new sister immediatly. Then, Bree looked up at us, her eyes dialating in the light, and shivered. Her eyes were bloodred, the typical newborn color, but the retina itself was Slytherin green. We stared in awe, wonderment. What did this mean?

I noticed a bite on Esme's neck.

"Esme?" I asked, but I knew what had happened. Why bite another vampire?

"She was just suprised is all." Esme's rasping voice, which wasn't raspy at all, made us all turn and stare at this girl. She was a new type of vampire that we all wanted to be. Was this the product of the desendant of werewolves and vampires mixed? "But Bree isn't hungry, she wanted to speak to the other girls. I'm just going to leave her here, I need to find Carlisle." Her voice was husky as she mentioned her husband. I recognized the feeling and tried to supress it, but couldn't. I stood, projecting to Emmett, who stood as well, eyeballing me viciously.

"I say we go into the other room...and find...something to do." I whispered as Bree sprang forward and clung to my shirt, tearing holes in the breast area. I lowered her next to Bella on the loveseat and followed Emmett to my room.

Think of dead puppies...dead puppies.... Damn you, Little Jaz, to the deepest pits of the earth where you belong.

---POV: Bella Whitlock---

"So Jaz and Em left quick. Have anything to do with certain mini-me's?" I questioned and Rose laughed with me. We faced Bree, who licked her lips. I was weary of her less than hungry state. Unusual for a fifteen year old who just went through the change and woke up now. I stared into her red and green eyes. Like a christmas tree, and just as beautiful, her cocoa skin was still the color of coffee, and her brown hair clung to her back. She wore the same pajamas that had been on her during the change, bloody and covered in Carlisle's venom. Her lips were blood red, easily plumper than Rose's were, and her eyelashes were fuller than even mine. She nervously chewed on a stubby nail and cleared her throate.

"So, I need to ask you girls a very serious question." She began, and licked her lips again, setting her hand down in her lap with the other. "I had a dream. A dream of you Rosalie, and of you Bella. Rose first, though."

"Okay." Rose said, moving to the edge of the sofa. Bree turned on her and grabbed her hand. Rose tensed, but didn't pull away. Bree's eyes glistened over with fog...I knew that look. I had those as human, when you zone out and the future flashes before your eyes. The future. She was like Alice.

"In my dream, you were damp with sweat. You wore nothing but your favorite blue tank top and a white robe. You love white on you, especially when you view your profile. Emmett holds your hand as you scream out, you clutch at the covers. Carlisle stands at the end of the bed, he's whispering to you.

'You're doing great.' He coaches you. 'Keep going.'

'I can't!' You shout, and tears, real tears fall from your eyes. Your eyes turn the color mine do, the same green as mine. You cry out again, 'Damn it!' But Rose, you can do it." Bree whispered, and venom dripped down Rose's face. Was she getting the same images as I was, of a Rosalie with a small bump poking out from her abdomen. Rose's hand grabbed Bree's, holding so tight that her snow white skin turns blue. "Rosalie, you scream one last time, and venom falls from your eyes, which turn the hazel color again, and you hear a tiny cry. It pushes the pain away, but you'd gladly feel the pain over again for what the product is. Emmett is crying too, and Carlisle brushes venom off the tiny, invincible creature. He wraps it in a blanket and hands it to Emmett, who views the crying child.

'Oh, Rose, it's a boy!' Emmett shouts, bending over to show you the baby. He has white-blonde hair, and baby blue eyes. His nose is pointed up in a delicate way, and his nose has exactly three freckles on each side. You count twice to make sure. He looks at you and reaches, you take his hand in yours as you cry once more. He smiles at you, no teeth in his mouth, and his tongue sticks out. You laugh with Emmett...happy family. Your only child Rosalie." Bree finished, her voice weak from speaking. Rose was sobbing, excited and scared at the same time. Oh how long Rose desperatly wanted a child, just one, to call her own. One that shared hers and Emmett's DNA, one that she could dress up and raise to be precious.

I never knew how much I wanted a child until then. I felt venom coat my eyes, but I blinked it back. Rose was speaking.

"...how?" She begged. Rose was on her knees in front of Bree, clutching at the young girl's torn clothes. "I want it so bad."

"I have to bite you. And you must concieve tonight. Good luck." And with that, Bree took Rose's perfect hand, and sunk her teeth so deep into the flesh that her pearly white's wern't even visible. Rose bit her lip, holding back a scream, and allowed Bree to push venom into her flesh. When Bree pulled away, Rose was sobbing. It must be painful, but Rose dried her hand on the pale brown shirt she wore, and flew from the room, screaming for Emmett. I swallowed hard as Bree turned to me.

"Your future is similar, Isabella." I paused, my lips partially open to correct her, but she continued. "Would you like to hear? Would you like the bite now? You have the power to choose, Isabella. The power...to choose." It was an epic moment. I listened to my heartbeat.

"Can I discuss this with Jaz-Jasper?" I asked. She nodded and shut her eyes, taking deep breaths. I slowly got up and crossed to the room on the first floor that was occupied by my husband.

"Yes, I know what's up. Em and I were eavesdropping. You have the power to choose, Bella. It's your choice, wether you want a child now or later." He whispered. We never looked at each other during the long pause we suffered as we though about this action.

"I know what I want, Jasper. But do you want a child...with me?" I asked. He sighed, chuckled, and crossed the room to touch my cheek, pulling my eyes up to look at his.

"Child or no child, I'll always love you." He said. I frowned.

"Jasper Whitlock. Do you want me to have your child. To carry your baby inside of me for nine months. To feel him or her kick. To be there when it's born and it cried. Jasper, do you want that?" I could see it in his eyes, but I needed to hear it from those perfectly sculpted lips.

"Yes." He breathed, bending to kiss me. I pulled back before we touched, and sprinted from the room, landing in front of my sister. I grabbed her knees tighly, and she grabbed my left hand. Her eyes fogged over again.

"In my dream, Bella, you were screaming, crying. It hurts you so bad, I feel your pain, I feel it. You try to adjust, but it's no better, and you hold Jasper's hand in your own. You look into his eyes and you know that he can feel it, too. He squeezes your hand tightly and kisses your sweating forehead, venom on his face. He wants to fix you, but he can't.

'Push, Bella.' Carlisle reminds you. But you shake your head no.

'Carlisle, it hurts.' You cry to him. Your father looks at you, an apology in his eyes, and he pushes your legs wider open. He thinks this delivery is not going well, but it will be perfect. Perfect. You take a deep breath, and Jasper does the same, taking in the same amount of air in, and you push. You can feel every nerve in your body screaming of fatugue. It's normal, you tell yourself, normal. Jasper is grunting with you and you sob loudly. He dabs at your neck with a cloth, wiping the venom-sweat from your steel body.

'Push!' Carlisle growls, and you give it one last try. You push...hard! You scream loud, it breaks the mirror in the room, and it shatters against the floor. Jasper wipes the venom from your face and you prepare for another push, trying your hardest to be emotionally prepared for this one. But you clench tightly, biting your lower lip, and you hear a cry. You didn't need another push, just a squeeze, and you freeze. No more pain, it was worth it. You would gladly go through the pain again. Carlisle wipes the baby clean, and hands it to Jasper. He gasps at the beauty of your child, your only infant, and he bends over to show you. It's a girl. She had Jasper's wavy golden hair, it's very thin. She has Jasper's green eyes, green as the ocean. Her skin in porcelain pale, like yours, and you can't count the spots on her face. There are too many to count, that she inherits from you, Isabella. You sob, pulling her close and kissing her. She loves you, both of you dearly. She pulls at your sticky hair and clings to Jasper's face. She knows you, and she wants to be like you. She will, and you, Jasper, will change her. You will make your daughter a vampire." Bree finished, her voice hoarse, and I noticed Jasper behind her, his face stained with the cursed vampire tears. It's unheard of, vampire's giving birth to children. I had heard of the immortal children long ago, and how they made children like that, but to have a baby and to allow it to live...wonderful. Bree brought my hand to her lips. "Only tonight will you concieve, good luck." And she clamped down, tightly, her teeth sinking into my skin. I gasped, crying loudly. This bite didn't last long, but it hurt bad. Jasper pulled me up, and carried me to our room. Before we hit the stairs, I glanced back at my sister. She was lying down on the couch, exhausted, and covering herself. She shut her eyes.

---POV: Jasper Whitlock---

I pulled the sheet over us. We made sure that we did it right, and all the way, as to not mess up. We must have done something right, because Bella bled a bit, and she ran to the bathroom, embarassed. She whispered something along the lines of popping her cherry, but I shrugged it off. We were going to have a child. I smiled at this beautiful thought. It was so amazing.

It was unnatural. Not brilliant. It went against everything in the nature of vampire-ism.

Sinister.

She came out of the bathroom, wearing small underwear that were lacy, striped black and pink, and a small black tank top. I pulled on a pair of black silk boxers as we lay there, relaxing. Rose and Emmett had finished, we didn't hear movement in their room. Nor in the paren't room. Everything in the house was still. I could have almost fallen asleep....

"Shit!" We heard a scream. Everyone jumped up and we made it first to the living room. Carlisle wore only bedpants, and Esme was wearing Carlisle's blue bathrobe. She had on an embarassed look. Rose had a towel pulled around her and Emmett had the bedsheets around him. Bella and I were the only ones, beside Bree, who were somewhat clothed. Then I remembered my boxers and blushed internally. Carlisle sat on the couch and ran his fingers through his messy hair.

"Carlisle?" Rose finally asked, pulling the towel tight and walking to the loveseat, where she sat. Emmett joined her, covering most of her. Esme sat on her husband's lap, pulling her own hair back into a somewhat nice looking mess. I pulled Bella closer, running my hands through her tangles, and laughed internally. I gave my Bella some nice looking sex hair.

"Look, guys, I was on my way in when...Esme...and I had an important announcement." He blushed, and we all sat in an awkward silence. Yes, we were allvery much aware that the three couples who sat in this room had all had sex at the same time while our little sister/daughter lay on the couch. Nobody needed to be reminded, dad, thanks.

"What announcement?" I asked instead of speaking my mind, a wise decision. Because some of us *cough-wink-cough Rose*slash*Emmett wink-cough-cough* hadn't finished having sex yet and nobody really wanted that information.

"Edward, and Alice...they left to be on their own. They met up with your old friends, Jasper, Peter and Charlotte. Alice talked Edward into joining up with an old peer of yours. Maria. She's still running her own vampire army down there. She has all of Texas, half of New Mexico and almost all of Mexico." Carlisle didn't look at me or Jasper, knowing that we were feeling the most pain. "She was almost there, but her newborns were gettin unruly. Most escaped, but the few that stayed rebelled against the pack of leaders there. Five of them. Alice, Edward, Maria and her mate, Collin. And a rogue they discovered named Shay." Carlisle paused, and I nearly slapped him. What happened, damn it, don't just stop halfway through and let me guess the rest. Fuck! "Well, Shay, Maria and Collin were found by Peter and Charlotte, and chased off their land. But Peter had some valuble information from Maria and Shay. Peter called to let me know that Alice and Edward are buried on their property in Lousiana." He paused again. "Alice and Edward are dead."

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RCA: I've only got two or three more chapters left before flipping that coin...so far I've got a few for a long story and an epilogue.... Did you like this one? Kind of a twist...duh-nuh-nuh-nun...and wait till you see Bella's power. Your going to flip shit!

Yes, I know vampires can't have kids but, damn it, it's my story and I wanted Bella and the ever-so polite Rosalie to have babies. Esme's pregnancy is fun (that's what the bite was and the urgency to find Carlisle was). And if you would like to leave a not so nice comment, just remember, FAN FICTION. It's what I want it to be. :)

TAKS is in a few weeks. I've got the batillion feild meet to plan, and the awards banquet for my entire batillion, that should be fun. I want the purple heart for taking a rifel to the face. (If you didn't know, I'm in MCJROTC, not the actually military yet, and we earn purple hearts for injury sustained during our drill routines or "on duty" during practice.) But yeah, my best friend and fellow staffsgt tossed the rifel at me when we were making moves up in class once, and it hit my right cheek. It was so swollen that I couldn't speak for a week and my eye was swelled shut. Damn it, I deserve to win. I had shitty depth perception for a few days after that!

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