I forgot this on previous chapters, but ya'll know i don't own anything Twilight... Just my crazy story ideas. Thanks for reading... ~smooches~ LRC
10. New Orleans
Edward
I went around to the back of the house and caught up with Colin, Em and Jazz. They were just beyond the property line waiting for me.
"Is Angel alright?" Jazz asked as I slowed down to a walk.
"Yeah, you know how she is. She's…resilient. She's more concerned that she hurt us actually."
Em laughed. "Resilient? Skye's one of the toughest chicks I know. And that's saying a lot considering she's human."
"What can I say? I like strong women." I shrugged.
"Wait…that was her that just threw everyone through the wall with nothing but a hand gesture?" Colin asked.
We all looked at him. He seemed very coherent now.
"Yes, that was her that did that. And she did it with her mind. Not her hand. She's telekinetic." I confirmed.
"Telekinetic? I thought that was something that only happened on really bad horror movies." He shook his head. "I think it's time we had that talk, Ed. Because where I come from that's not normal human behavior."
"I told you before that Skye was mostly human, not all human."
"I think I remember that."
"Yes, well Skye's a special human. She's a hybrid."
"A what?" He asked.
"A human hybrid. A human with vampire DNA. "
"Vampire's have DNA?"
"Yes, it's carried in our venom. Do you remember what I told you about our venom?" I explained.
"Yes, it's like your blood or something, right?"
"Yes, so our genetic code is carried in it just as it would be in blood, saliva and semen." I smiled impressed with the amount of information he had retained.
"So how did she get vampire DNA? Did someone bite or inject her? And if so how is she still partly human?"
The guys laughed.
"Well Edward has been known to inject her on many occasions. That's how the twins, Lisette and Etienne got here." Em laughed.
I slapped the back of his head. "Shut up! You are not funny and I'm trying to explain things to him."
Colin looked at Em then me.
"He's kidding. You can't get vamp DNA that way. You have to be born with it, because typically if you're bitten or injected with venom you will change. Skye was born to a vampire hybrid and his human wife. Her father is half human and half vampire like my daughter Nessie."
"Nessie's your daughter? I thought she was your cousin." He stopped walking.
"No, she's my daughter with my first wife," I said and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I lied, but it's a necessary evil I'm afraid. It's a big part of the new life you've chosen for yourself."
I hated how true that was. But it was what it was.
"There's so much to process. How come you never told me you were married before Skye?" He looked stumped.
I chuckled.
"For the same reason I didn't tell you that Nessie was my child. It wouldn't have made sense to you. I look too young and it would've cause too much curiosity on your part." I touched his shoulder. "C, there's a lot that you don't know. There are a lot of secrets that come with this life. I couldn't tell you before, but it's all things that I must share with you now."
"What have I gotten myself into." He thought.
"It's a little too late to worry about that isn't it?"
"What? Worry about what?"
"What you've gotten yourself into. You're up to your neck in this now and there's no going back." I told him.
He turned to me and blinked.
"How in the hell…"
"I read minds. So does Skye by the way."
"Read minds?"
"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't figure that out too."
"I guess I'm not as observant as I thought I was." He rubbed his chin. Something he did as a human when he was thinking. It was good to see that he maintained some of his humanity as well.
"I don't know, I think you did pretty good putting the pieces together. Our gifts are harder to spot sometimes."
"What do you mean by gifts?" he asked.
"Well, sometimes after a human is changed, they develop gifts because the venom has a way of heightening natural and physical abilities, and or personality traits. So if you had something that made you stand out as a human, like a great personality, or even if you were just sensitive to others feelings, it sometimes becomes more when you cross over.
"Jazz for instance is an empath. He can control, project and interpret emotions. Alice can see the future. Skye's brother can see the past and the future. Nessie can project pictures, and thoughts into someone's head with skin contact. The twins are telekinetic like Skye. And they have a psychic link between them that grows stronger daily. Lisette has the power to…borrow anothers gifts when she touches them. And all my children have the natural ability to block someone from reading or entering their heads. They get it from their mothers."
"And the baby?" he asked.
"He's still too young to tell. Other than the blocking we haven't noticed anything. He may never develop a gift. Not everyone does."
"Will I have a 'gift'?"
"Well your fast as hell," Em said. "But you may get that from Edward."
I nodded in agreement.
"From Edward?" He looked confused.
"It's my venom that runs in your veins now. You may 'inherit' some of my traits. For example, I think that all of us changed by Carlisle have inherited his compassion."
"So you're fast?" He asked smiling.
"The fastest I've ever seen." Jazz smiled. "Until now that is."
"He's still a newborn. He's going to be faster until he burns through the lingering blood." I shook my head.
"I don't know. You may have some competition." Em teased.
"Yeah, well we'll see. And we'll have to wait and see if any other 'gifts' present themselves." I smirked at Colin. "And what I told you about the kids gifts is a secret. No one can know what they are capable of."
"Are they in danger or something?"
"Not now, no, but that's only because we've managed to keep their gifts a secret. You should know that my children are special even amongst our kind. They are a rarity."
"Why is that?"
"Because they are hybrids. Not many vampires possess the ability to mate with a human. That can present a challenge for some of us and it can be very dangerous to the human."
"But it isn't for you?" he asked.
"No, not for me." I grinned then became serious.
"You see, Skye and I both have powerful gifts that we've passed to our children in one form or another. If word got out about what my kids could do other vamps may try to get to them. They'll try to use them or their powers against us or others. It's a constant job trying to protect them until they can protect themselves. But I do it because they are my life and I love them. They come from me. The best part of me. And I would kill anyone or anything that dared harm them."
I sighed.
"I know that this world that I've brought them into is a dangerous one. But I'm trying to make up for that by giving them the most normal childhood I can. Sometimes I think that I'm being delusional. Because can I really give them that being what I am? Who I am?"
"Of course you can. You're a great dad." Em slapped my shoulder.
"Thanks, but I worry for their safety. The council was a little too interested in them at the last meeting."
"Dad told us. But don't worry. You know that we're not going to let anything happen to those kids. We love them too." Jazz assured me.
"I know you do."
"Okay, what's a Council?" Colin asked and I explained.
"So they're basically our government? Elected officials?" He questioned.
"Umm…yeah. Something like that."
"And you and the doc are on the Council?"
"Yes. And they're not gonna to be happy when they find out about you." I ran my hands through my hair.
"Why?"
"Because they're already leery of how big our family is. It scares them. We're the biggest coven since the old regime. Who were power hungry vultures and cut down anyone who got in their way."
"What happened to them?" Colin asked, intrigued.
"We killed them. They're the ones that took my first wife away from me. They killed her."
"Damn Ed, I'm sorry."
"Thanks, but it was a long time ago and Skye's been my heaven sent. She's helped me get through it."
"I just bet she has." He smirked and Jazz and Em laughed.
I rolled my eyes. "You're gonna fit in perfectly with this family."
"I hope so."
I shook my head.
"So why'd you call Skye my singer?" he asked.
I groaned and began the story.
I explained the call of human blood and why Skye's, as his singer, was ten times more tempting. I told him how hard he would have to work to get use to her scent. I explained our 'vegetarian' lifestyle and made sure that he understood that if he wanted to stay with us, he would have to live it as well.
He of course wanted to stay with us and agreed to live as we did. He apologized for attacking Skye over and over again. Even after I explained to him that I understood better than he could imagine what he was going through and that the best way for him to make it up to me would be to work hard to get over the blood lust he felt for my wife.
We showed him how and what we hunted and told him to stay full until he could control himself better. We explained why it would be easier and that he would adjust to the diet faster if he did. We also taught him how to dispose of the carcasses.
We were headed back when he was getting ready to apologize for Skye again. But before he could I held up my hand.
"Colin, if you say 'sorry' one more time…" I warned.
He laughed.
"Okay…alright… So when does my training start, grasshopper?"
"What do you mean? It has already."
"I mean being around Skye."
I stopped walking. "Oh, you got a long time before you get there, C. I can't have you biting my wife. Conquer regular humans first. Then we'll talk."
He looked at me.
"I will, and then I'm coming to New Orleans to stay with you guys."
I looked at him and started walking slowly toward the house again.
"What? I know that you're planning to leave. It only makes sense to keep us apart. And it's cool. I'll stay with your family until I'm ready. I don't want to hurt her either."
"I didn't mean for this to go down like this. I mean what are the damn odds of Skye being your singer. I really want to stay. I feel like I should stay. But I can't keep her here and I can't send her to New Orleans alone."
"It's okay. I understand that she's your first priority. She should be."
I nodded.
"How did you know that I'd decided to leave?" I asked as we neared the clearing.
He shrugged. "I just knew."
I eyed him curiously. Could he read minds and not know that that's what he was doing?
"Do you just know things with them too?" I gestured to Em and Jazz trying to feel him out.
"No, just you," he said.
"Huh, that's interesting."
"Is it?" He looked around.
We all nodded.
"Think it's a gift?" he asked smiling.
"I don't think so. I think that you're just more in tuned to me."
"Cause you're the one who made me?"
"Yeah," I said looking far off.
"Hey," he said grasping my shoulder. "I asked for this, and so far I have no regrets. I don't want you to have any either."
I nodded. "That's easier said than done."
We were all quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Okay… So now what?"
I looked at his blood splatter clothing.
"Now you take a shower and I go home to my wife. If you have questions, ask them, or call me. I'll be back tomorrow evening."
"Why are you coming so late?"
"Umm…well…your funeral's tomorrow." I looked at his face.
"Oh…" he fiddled. "You…you think I could go?"
"No. It's far too dangerous for you to be there around humans. If you attacked someone, or heaven forbid, someone recognized you.
"We vamps have rules. Which I kinda of explained before. But our most important, and most enforced law by the council is, 'Keep the secret'. No one can know what you are, so your parents have to believe that you're dead." I watched his face drop. "C, I'm sorry. I tried to explain this to you…"
"No, I understand," he said. "It's just…it's going to be hard."
"I know. But once you get use to the smell of blood you can watch them. From a distance of course…"
He nodded and I slapped his back. The sound reverberated through the trees and the forest went silent.
"So, let's just see how fast you really are?" I smiled and so did he. We took off running toward the house.
"Holy shit!" Em yelled as we flew past him and Jazz. "Hand him his ass, C!"
I held up the finger but didn't break my stride.
Skye
It was well after dinner when I heard Eddie's car pull up. The kids had just settled into bed, and as I searched each room in my head I found that three were down, and only EJ was still awake. He was drifting in and out however and I knew it wouldn't be long before he too was asleep.
I was sitting at the vanity brushing and fingering through the loose, wet coils of my hair when he entered the room. The water running down the back of my nightie was chilling my skin. I quickly twisted my hair in the towel again and began to twine it in a tight bun on top of my head.
"Leave it down." The order came as I looked into the mirror.
"But it will be a bushy mess by morning."
"I like it like that." Came his reply.
I smiled and let the ends of my hair go. It fell heavily on my back still twisted tightly like a thick rope. I stood up and shook it out. Then fingered through it again to loosen the curls. As I turned to go to the bed he emerged from the shadows.
I looked up at him and he smiled that crooked half smile I loved so much. I winked at him and he swept me off my feet and into his arms quickly.
He walked slowly to bed and lay me across it with my head toward the center and my bottom on the edge. I sat up on my elbows so I could see him.
"You look beautiful as always but you really didn't have to put on all these clothes." He kissed my lips softly.
"All what clothes? I only have on a nightie." And I did. I was completely naked under the silky fabric.
He nodded in agreement, "And that's too much."
He kissed my shoulder as he slid the strap down. His hair caressed my lips, tickling them as he kissed his way to the other shoulder. He smelled good. I hated that he could hunt and run around all day and still smell like heaven. When I felt his cool lips and tongue tracing the outer rim of my nipple I completely forgot to care how it was possible.
I ran my hands through his thick hair and watched as the silky strands swallowed my fingers. My red fingernails disappearing in the masses.
"Umm…Edward..." I moaned as he took the now perky tip in his mouth.
He sucked with enthusiasm while his tongue flickered over the very sensitive bud.
"Oh god…" I tried not to fall back on the bed. I wanted to watch him.
I caressed his cheek and his eyes looked up. I mouthed 'I love you', and his eyes smiled.
"I love you too, Angelique," he said in his head before devouring my other breast.
Slowly, he made his way down my ribs and over my stomach. He only stopped his kisses when he reached what he sought. The sweet, wetness between my thighs.
He literally hummed as he kiss and licked my pussy. When I was close to my release, my legs began to tremble. Edward gripped my hips, pulling me into his face. He knew that his slow seduction had paid off. I was going to cum, and cum hard, and he wanted the reward for all his hard work.
I couldn't help falling back on the bed as the warmth spread through me.
"Oh god… Yes, Edward!" I choked out and my hands fisted his hair. "Please…don't stop!"
I felt him smile against my skin. He loved it when I started calling on the higher ups during sex. My accent got heavier and I sounded like the backwoods, bayou girl that I was. For some reason it turned him on.
I closed my eyes and shot into a half seated position as I came, panting, yelping and humming. It was magnificent. The heat engulfed my body, and I was tingling all over, but especially between my legs. My pussy and I were singing a sweet song, and it was just for Edward.
The white light behind my eyes intensified when he took my clit between his lips and sucked roughly.
"Oh shit!" I shouted as quietly as I could, as I came again.
I felt and heard Edward lapping at me. He himself humming. He gotten what he wanted. He always did.
"You taste so sweet. I can never get enough of you." He kissed my inner thigh and I moaned my thanks, not fully aware of myself yet.
I tried to open my eyes and decided I needed a little more time. But that wasn't going to happen. I felt my legs being spread apart and Edward's cool hardness being stroked over my now super sensitive clit. Before I could gather myself he was inside of me, long and thick, and giving me the ride of my life.
I opened my eyes and he smiled unapologetically. "I couldn't wait, mon amour. I had to have you." He leaned into me and whispered in my ear.
"Shhh…" I took his face in my hands as he pushed us to the middle of the bed. "Take what you need, Edward. I'm yours."
"Yes…" he grunted as he pushed into me deeply causing me to gasp and scratch at his back, "…you are."
And I was. And as Edward staked his claim beautifully, passionately, over me again and again I felt tears rolling into my hair. There would never be another for me…ever.
0~~~~~~~~~~0
I woke that morning wrapped in a sheet and Edward arms. He was pressed into my back and breathing slow and even. If I didn't know any better I'd swear he was sleeping. I opened my eyes and smiled before turning to face him.
He looked like a child at peace with his baby face and tousled hair. His eyes, heavily lashed, were closed, and his lips were pink and pouted. At times like this I could see every bit of the seventeen year old boy that he was when he was changed.
"I'm not a boy anymore. I've lived too long and seen too much," he said without opening his eyes.
I kissed his nose and pressed my body into his. He wrapped his arm around me and caressed my behind.
"This I know." I teased running my hand down his chest, over his stomach, and under the sheet. He hissed and pulled me closer when I began to stroke him.
"We got about thirty minutes before the kids get up." He opened one eye to look at me.
"That'll have to do then." I smiled devilishly.
He closed his eye and turned on his back bringing me with him. I settled myself on top of him and he squeezed my hips. I started to breath deeper when I palmed and guided him into me.
I rode him hard and fast. We didn't have time for slow and sweet in the mornings. And just as Edward was cumming I heard JR and Lisette making their way down the stairs. I lay my body across his and sighed in contentment.
"I… I know I've said this before…but you…are amazing," he said into my hair while trying to slow his breathing. It always baffled me how he could run like the wind and never struggle for air but would become winded when we made love.
"I've often wondered that myself." He joked. "But I don't think it has anything to do with the physicality of act itself. I think it has more to do with my body and brain's response to being with you, inside of you, and the ultimate satisfaction I receive for doing so."
I laughed.
"You make it sound so scientific. Can't you just say that despite being a big, strong vamp you are very much a man when you I make you cum?" I winked as I ran my finger through the muscular line that divided his torso bilaterally.
He smiled deviously and grabbed my hand before I could put it between us again.
"Yes, I can admit that." He said pulling me down.
"Good," I licked his lips, "Now I'm going to take a shower so I can start breakfast." I told him as I lifted myself off of him.
He growled when he slid from my body. "Ummm… Tease."
I laughed. "I'm so not a tease!"
He slapped my ass. "Oh yes you are. You tease me just by walking the way you do. But I think you know that."
"How do I walk?" I laughed.
"You know how you walk. You throw that ass of yours better than anyone I've ever seen."
I laughed louder and walked toward the bathroom with a little extra twist to my hips before tossing my hair.
"I really have no idea what you're talking about."
Edward was out of the bed and behind me in a flash. I laughed and sprint to the shower with him on my heels, so the hot water wasn't the only thing steaming up the bathroom that morning.
0~~~~~~~~~~0
"So after you guys finish eating you need to take baths and get dressed." I told the kids as they ate. "I'll sit your clothes on your beds for you."
"Do we have to go to the funeral?" JR asked. "It's not like Colin is really dead."
I looked at Eddie.
"No, you don't have to go. I can see if Mama Esme will watch you guys," he said.
"He is dead," Lisette said. "He's a vamp isn't he?"
"He's not dead. We're vamps and we're not dead. Dad's a vamp and he's not dead." EJ shook his head at her.
"We're different and you know it. And daddy is dead." She exclaimed and I saw Eddie tense.
"He's not dead. He's standing right there cooking breakfast. Dead men can't cook or make babies. Right, dad?" EJ asked waiting for Eddie to respond.
Then JR and Lisette turned to him too, waiting.
"Umm…well…I think you're both right. In a sense. I'm not technically dead or I wouldn't be standing here in front of you. And I couldn't have made you with your mother either. But my heart doesn't beat and I guess that clinically means that I'm dead…although everything else works properly."
I smiled.
"You can say that again. Everything else works perfectly."
Eddie looked at me and smiled at my lewd comment. I raised my brow and winked at him.
"So I'd have to say that I'm somewhere in between. Or that we need to redefine the medical terminology on what makes a person deceased."
The kids considered this and I smirked at Edward.
"Good answer." I replied in my head.
"Thanks."
"Guys, this isn't about whether Colin is really dead or not. It's about saying goodbye to his old life. It's about paying your respects to his human family and friends because this is the last time they get to say goodbye to him. You understand what I'm trying to say?" I asked them and they all nodded. "And besides, it would mean a lot to daddy to have us there. If for nothing else but support."
They looked at each other.
"So, do I need to call mama Esme?" Eddie asked.
They all shook their heads and I smiled, proud of my children.
"Okay, go get dressed then."
They all excused themselves hugging us before they ran up the stairs. Eddie walked over to me and kissed my forehead.
"Have I told you how much I love you today?"
I shook my head.
"I do. I love you, so much," he said.
I smiled and leaned against him.
"I know."
After a moment of silence he lifted my chin.
"So, you think that you can be ready by the end of the week?"
"For what?" I asked.
"New Orleans. We're leaving Friday."
I sat back and looked him in the eye.
"Really?"
"Yeah, Em and Rosie are coming down to help us get settled in, and to drive the Hummer. They're staying a week or two then going to London for a few weeks."
"But what about Colin? I thought you needed to stay."
"Jazz and Carlisle are going to help him. I'll come up to check on him, but my first priority is to you and the kids. And since he can't be around you..."
"I'll be fine." I interrupted.
"I know you will, but I won't. He is already showing signs of tremendous restraint. But I don't want you to be a temptation for him. I don't want to do that to him, and I don't want to have to hurt him. You know how I am. I'll go insane with worry over your protection. So it's better to remove you from the entire situation."
I nodded. I wouldn't fight him on this. He knew what was best. My naivete and soft heart had got me in trouble once before when I didn't listen to him.
Seeing where my thoughts were headed he said, "Skye, Colin is no Damien, but I'm happy to see that you trust my judgment."
"I do. I won't ever doubt you again when it comes to things like this. You were right about Damien, and you were right about it not being safe to be around Colin when he woke up. I'm sorry I didn't listen."
He pulled me up into his arms.
"Did hell just freeze over?" He asked and I slapped his chest.
"Stop…you win. You don't have to rub it in."
"Oh, but I do." He smiled. "I'm sending this one right to the memory banks so I can play it for you over and over again when you give me lip."
I laughed and pulled him by the shirt to me. Ours lips met and I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes. When I released him, he took Stevie from my arms and put him to his shoulder.
"I got him. You get ready."
"I can do…" I started, but he covered my lips with his finger.
"I know you can, but it takes you twice as long to get ready. So go on and I'll be in after I get him bathed and clothed."
"You sure?"
He kissed Etienne and held him up. "Tell your mama how much you love it when daddy gives you a bath." He cooed to the now smiling babe.
"Alright…alright…I'm going." I smiled and went to get dressed for the funeral.
Edward
I absolutely abhorred funerals and Colin's was no different. The solemn environment was too much for me to bear and I couldn't wait to leave. Skye, reading my thoughts held my hand and kissed me often to help keep me grounded.
It was such a simple gesture of love but it meant the world to me. And it had everyone at the funeral thinking how lucky I was, and wishing they were in my shoes. To them we were the perfect family.
You had the wealthy, intelligent, talented husband; the lovely, smart, devoted wife, and our well manner, well behaved, handsome and gifted children were the icing on the proverbial cake. To them I had it all. And I guess I did because I couldn't remember a time when I was happier. But seeing it as others did, in their thoughts, made me proud and grateful for what I had. I'd been through so much and I didn't feel bad at all for finally having everything I'd ever dreamed of.
"Are we everything you've dreamed of?" Skye asked as we walked to the Hummer after the service.
"Yes, mon amour…everything and more," I said as I opened the car door for her.
"It makes me happy knowing I make you happy."
"You do. So very happy." I kissed her soft lips.
0~~~~~~~~~~0
Between my visits to see Colin, my parents trying to spend every waking moment with the kids before we left, preparing for the flight to Louisiana and just everyday life at the Masen-Cullen house, the week had flown by. Before I had time to catch up and focus on what I needed to, we were pulling into the familiar circular driveway, and standing on the porch was the entire Moreau family.
The car stopped, PJ put it in park, and the doors flew open. The kids rushed the porch and were all caught and lifted by someone.
"Hey, you guys need slow down!" Skye yelled and shook her head.
I smiled as I took Stevie out his car seat. Some things would never change.
I helped Skye out, and then we walked to the porch together. As we ascended the stairs her father hugged her tightly and her tante, Claudette, took Etienne from my arms. She and Josephine, Skye's grandmother, cooed over him as they whisked him into the house.
"Angel, it's good to have you home." Her father smiled.
"It's good to be home, Daddy." She curled into his chest as he squeezed her.
"Edward, always good to see you, son." He held his hand out and I shook it.
"Pierre, you too."
"I'm glad you finally brought my baby home to me."
"It was time." I responded and he nodded in kind.
"I hear you're going into private practice," he said.
"Yes, slowing down a little bit. Isn't that the way you southerners do it?"
"Don't knock it, Yankee. It's true that slow and easy is a way of life down here, but you just might find it to your likin'. You're a family man Edward, and slow living will allow you time to enjoy them."
"Well that's what I'm hoping for." I confessed. "More time with my family. They're what's most important to me."
"I know." He released Skye after kissing her forehead.
Skye moved away from her father and came to me. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to me. She looked up at me and smiled.
"We're home." I whispered taking her head in my hands. It looked so small between my big hands.
"Yes we are." She cooed and grinned widely. I couldn't help but smile back.
I scooped her into my arms and she laughed.
"What are you doing?"
"Carrying you over the threshold."
"Umm…I think we've been through this a few times now."
"Then once more won't hurt." I winked.
We entered the house and everything was uncovered and dust free. PJ and Indie had taken care of everything.
Skye looked at her brother and Indie. "You guys…" she sang, "…thank you."
"You're welcome. Now you can just settle in and relax." PJ smiled. "Mere, even cooked for you guys."
Skye sniffed the air.
"I thought I smelled jambalaya!" She tapped my shoulder, a signal for me to put her down. I did and she headed toward the kitchen.
Her grandmother already had the kids seated and was fixing them all plates.
"Smells good!" Skye praised.
"Thank you. Now have a seat." Her grandmother gestured to the table. "And welcome home, honey."
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AN: So, they made it to New Orleans. Now they get to try and have a life of their own. Life is good, right? ... Come on. You guys know me. The fun is just beginning. The next chapter gets the party started. It's called Fever... Any guesses as to what that could mean? LOL;)