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Explaining The Impossible…Not

Chapter Seven

Part 1: Chrysanthemum Davenport

I'll be damned if I knew who ruled my house. It sure wasn't me. My Anna might, but she's often too soft spoken to control anyone. Of course, now that I say that, she screams for me, "Chrys, breakfast!"

I run up the stairs, jumping over the squeaky step like a child. I love it when it's my turn to get the kids up. They are all just too much fun to tease in the morning. A lazy bunch the lot of them, but at the very least, mine.

My Anna was eccentric, so all of our kids' rooms were in order by age. Gerry, the youngest, closer to our bedroom and the end of the hall. Nigel, the eldest, the room to the right of the stair landing. I knocked on his door, and when I heard nothing, I pushed open the door. Nigel was still fast asleep, clinging comically to the edge of his bed. I wouldn't normally bother trying to wake him up, it's not like he had anywhere to be, but today I was feeling particularly malicious. He still didn't have a job.

I moved closer to his head, which happened to be at the foot of his bed, and clapped my hands over his ears. I couldn't help but to laugh when he opened his eyes as he let out a girlish shriek and fell off the edge of the bed he had been clinging to, landing, with a resounding thud. I was hoping to get a rise out of my son, but Nigel didn't say anything, he just stared up at me like a wounded puppy with his mother's big brown eyes. I smiled cheekily at him and darted back into the hall, only to slam into my younger son, no doubt on the way to Lilly's room. Oliver, however, let out a pained sound and sunk to the floor. I froze, I hadn't hit him that hard. He was heaving now, dry, he didn't have anything in his body to vomit. I bent down to his level, "Ollie, what's wrong?"

"Lilly." He rasped. I cursed rather colorfully and swung open my daughter's bedroom door. I didn't bother to knock, she wouldn't answer. In fact, she was still in bed, or rather, she hadn't fallen off it yet. My suspicions were confirmed. Sure enough, she was curled into a tiny ball, her usually lithe body tense and shaking the entire bed in its throws.

"Anna!" I yelled out the door. Seconds later, I heard my wife start coming up the stairs. I didn't realize that Lilly was up until she latched onto my back. I yelled, and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her away from the pulse in my throat, what she wanted. Anna came in and gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. I would have laughed, if my eldest daughter hadn't been trying to eat me.

Anna sighed patiently, "Oh dear, our little Lilly's growing up. She's hungry, poor thing."

I growled, "I kind of guessed that! Are you going to help or not!"

My Anna was so calm, I could never be like that for any extended period of time. She rubbed Lilly's back, soothing her. Lilly let me go, and slipped to the ground, curling around herself again. "What do I do?" I asked. Truth be told, I was panicking.

Anna glared at me. As if the question I had asked was self-explanatory. "Get Ollie and Nigel and get them outside. They must not come back in. Have Holly get Oliver and the girls ready for school. Nigel will have to drive them." She brushed strands of Lilly's hair out of her face. I smiled, Anna always took charge when our children were in danger. "I'll stay with her. Gerry will help me. It will be good training for her." I nodded, our youngest would enjoy this experience. She wouldn't say anything, but it would be obvious to see it in her eyes.

Anna had put Lilly back on her bed, and I pulled her to me, "I love you."

She blushed, "Flattery won't override stupidity. You should have gotten me first." Though her words were harsh, she allowed me to kiss her softly on the lips. That was my Anna, a spiny fragrant rose. Lilly was a lot like her, but I had my mark in her, that little wild streak that she had always had. That part was all me. Anna and I were mirror opposites, she was calm and collected with a soft touch, and I was relatively goofy with barely the tiniest hint of self-control. (I only really behaved at court or when Anna glared me into submission.)

I hated court, Lilly did too. She would sit and stare blindly through the walls, looking for something interesting while Oliver would doodle contently in his note pad at her side.

My children weren't that hard to corral, they had felt the change of energy in the house and had converged in the master bedroom, looking for their mother or me. Lilly was giving it off like an Energizer battery. Poor girl. She was powerful, there had never been any doubt about that, but it would only make her transition hurt worse. It wouldn't take long till she started screaming. It was a sad truth to our kind, those with power usually didn't survive. One of the reasons that families are so small, not many live through the transition, and large numbers of children were hard to come by, not many mother's lived. Anna and I had been incredibly lucky with everything so far, but we knew that not all of our children would take to the change as effortlessly as Holly and Nigel had.

Nigella. My eldest was a mystery to me now. He had grown up and I didn't know him anymore, but his maturity was infallible. As anticipated, he drove the others to school without complaint, and undoubtedly drove around town mindlessly for the rest of the day. He was so quiet. Oh well, he would open up when he needed to.

Lilly started screaming as soon as one could no longer hear the roar of our minivan. (Just picture it, a young man driving around in his parent's car. Laughable isn't it?) All that was left for me to do was wait.

You see, the problem with being the way I am is the inability to sit in one place for too long. In that respect, Anna was my rock. I would live and die by her. The closer to her, the more focused I become. Unfortunately, being like that and unsupervised outside is a big problem. (Don't tell Anna why her rose bush is not…err…where it's supposed to be and…umm…alive.) Right before lunch I settled for a moment, lighting on the front steps. I was tired, I usually was after high stress situations, so I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes.

I didn't hear the car screech to a stop on the highway.

I didn't hear the people moving through the woods.

I did hear it when my daughter screamed, a name ripped from her lips, Seth.

I look up from my hands just in time to see a young man rip past me and shoulder the front door in.

Before I could stand, three others followed him.

Damn.

I ran upstairs, putting extra energy in my legs.

"What have you done to her?" Cried the first male. I grunted and lunged at him, pulling him back past the line Anna had drawn on the floor.

"Let me go!" He yelled, and I yanked him back down. (At this point I'm straddling him…awkward.)

I hissed in his ear, "Boy, if you go past that line she'll kill you."

"Lilly?" The boy was looking past me.

Anna gasped. I looked up, my daughter was hovering just to the far side of the chalk line, the manacles on her hands pulling her arms back. She looked confused for an instant before growling and lunging, her teeth bared, at the boy. I rolled back with him, shoving him back through the doorway, and watching as the chains yanked my daughter out of her lunge.

Anna grabbed her from behind, trying to sooth her. Lilly was beyond comforting now. The object of her need was in the room and we were keeping him from her. "Gerry!" Anna cried as Lilly tossed her into the wall.

The rational part of my mind sputtered when I realized that Anna wanted to throw my little violet-eyed baby in a room with her bloodthirsty sister, but Gerry was a woman on a mission, dear little thing.

Gerry moved through the shocked companions of my captive. I wasn't sure why they weren't moving, but their mouths were moving. All I heard was a low and continuous hiss. "Excuse me, please, let me through. Pardon me, I'm sorry." Gerry walked past the boy and I, grabbed her sister by the arm and watched, un-amused, as her sister crumpled to the ground. She frowned, "Lilly, that's no good. You can't sleep here, beds are for sleeping, not floors." She allowed Lilly to crawl up her, and helped her to bed, curling contentedly next to her sister.

I had to smile. Right now Lilly needed Gerry, and it was never really like that. Gerry sighed, she liked being needed, and this little display had been the most I'd heard her speak in the last month.

Gerry looked up and then down at the boy and I, "Daddy, let him up, you're crushing his right ulna and radius." I jumped up, I'd had no idea I might have been hurting Lilly's concerned friend. The boy rolled over onto his back, groaning in pain. Gerry knit her eyebrows, "Daddy, bring him over here, you broke his arm."

I looked at her skeptically, "And get eaten by my daughter? I think not."

Gerry growled, "I wouldn't have asked you if it wasn't safe. Bring. Him. Here."

I gulped and picked the boy up under his armpits, dragging him rather ungracefully to my tiny demanding daughter.

She moved beside him, and I moved away. One hand grasped in Lilly's she ran a hand over the terrified boy's arm. She frowned for an instant before regaining her passive look. She bent forward, and whispered into his ear. He stiffened and relaxed, pulling himself onto the bed.

Part Two: Seth Clearwater

I had no idea what was going on. I'd seen Lilly, eyes red and teeth bared, and then I had been on the ground pinned under her father. It wasn't until he'd rolled with me, that I'd felt the bones in my arm snap.

Then it was the strangest thing, I heard the three Cullen's talking quickly to each other, but then, a little girl was weaving between them. They stared down at her in shock, she looked up at them skeptically, analyzing them before moving to Lilly.

The man shifted his weight on me. My vision blurred with the pain drawn from my arm. Next thing I knew, the man was dragging me over to Lilly and the little girl.

Gerry, what her dad called her, put a hand on my broken arm and looked at it expertly. She frowned and then bent next to my head, "Your arm is almost healed." I stiffened. Did she know I was a wolf? "It's not possible, but I'll keep your secret, you can trust me. I'm Gerry by the way. Don't worry about Lilly she'll be fine in a few hours." Her voice was calming, and I believed her.

Lilly's mom was talking to the Cullen's. It was strange, they looked strange, their arms were lax and their eyes looked kind of glazed over. Then they turned and left. Just left, they didn't look back, didn't even glance at me. What was going on?

The little girl touched my shoulder, "Don't be afraid, Seth, all will be well shortly. Lilly will tell you everything in her own time."

I looked up at her, and stared, her eyes were violet. Then she moved aside and I was staring into brown eyes.

Lilly's mom smiled gently at me, and in a voice that resembled Lilly's said, "Sleep, Seth." That was all I heard before my head hit the floor.

Part Three: Anemone Davenport

I felt bad for the poor little human boy, he looked terrified, but he had wanted to protect my daughter. He was handsome. Most strikingly were his long, dark eyelashes. Chrys touched my shoulder, "Anna, what do we do?"

What we had to. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a vial I generally used to hold useful extracts from Chrys's plants. I also grabbed a knife. This would hurt me more than it would the boy. I worked quickly, slicing into his palm with the sharpened blade. I inhaled sharply when the smell of his blood reached the air. Although he wasn't my mate, his blood was definitely intriguing. I filled the vial, and bandaged his hand with a strip of gauze.

I didn't see any need for Gerry to heal such a minor wound when she was already at her limits with keeping Lilly's pain in check. She was too young to be doing so much, and I could tell that in about an hour and a half she would be at her limit. When she got older, she'd be able to stay awake for days, healing the entire time. She would even be able to bring someone nearly back from the dead, pull them back to the land of the living seconds before their last breath. It's hair raising to think that my baby girl could do that. I woke the boy and forced him to look into my eyes, "Seth, go home."

His eyes had glazed over, and he nodded dumbly, standing up and walking out the door. I sighed and sagged into Chrys's arms. The kids wouldn't remember, but I would. I hadn't recognized the other three kids. It didn't matter, I'd most likely never see them again. We wouldn't stay here much longer. Soon, we would leave Forks. Very soon…

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-Jenn