Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight. Stephanie Meyer does.

RPOV-

I never asked for this. To be raped in an alley and then changed into a blood sucking demon. I never askd for the lif I had now. I wanted more kids. I askd for more kids, and a better future with Emeet. But no I had to be raped by that damn Royce King.

And now I was the living dead. Because Carlisle had changed me. Appantly I was too muh to aste.

I will never forgive him.

EmPOV-

Do I look like I wanted to be attackd by a bar? I do? Well I didn't! And I definitely did not want to be some blood sucking leech. I had togt ovr the fact that my life was over. Life's no fun without a good horror filld three days of agonizing pain, I guess.

So now I drink the blood of lions, deer, and grizzlies. Oh my.

JasperPOV-

I failed. I failed to protct Alice. I thought that a walk in the park was romantic. Until we wher attacked.

And thy took her. A whol yar passd before I saw her again. That year was gruesom for me. I couldn't even bear to look at our children, they beared such a resemblance to her.

And when she finally showed up, I felt horrible. Whoever had changed us left her in a dark whole, just as they had done with me. And now we where dooed to a life where sleping to escape reality was off of the option list. Only a fantasy.

EdwardPOV-

I was so set on giving her everything she wanted. She'd begged Carlisle to change her, and he finally agreed, much to my dismay.

And sh refused to live without me, which explains why I. too, am a monster now. Why I was ddomed to roam the eart forever, drinking the bloood of animals.

And why would you giv a damn? Why should you? It's not lik you are the one who has to drink BLOOD to live! Th person who is afraid of losing ontrol and killing your children beause you smell their wonderful blood. No that is m. My family and myself. Aside from Micha and Jacob.

And now that you mention it...just about anything would be better than this.

MPOV-

I sat with my face in my hands. How the hell was I pregnant? Oh, yeah. Sex.

Well damn. And I certainly could not tell Jacob. We know he would freak.

I only had two options: Hav this baby and die, or have an abortion.

And I would never kill my child. So it looks like I was going to die.

And it was definitly for a good cause...Our baby deserved to live.

I conteplated what to do as I drank my cofee. How do you tell the love of your lif, your imprinter, that you are about to give up your life to have there child?

Like this:

You-Hello, love.

Love-Hello, darling.

You-I am pregnant with your wonderful spawn!

Him-Great!

You- and I am gonna die.

Him-What?

Okay. So maybe not exactly like that but...Hey you know.

''Mommy,'' Jake Michels said from the doorway.

I turned and saw my son. My favorite little boy.

''What's wrong,'' I asked. He had tear stains on his cheeks.

''Mommy, they took Nayeli,'' he whispered.

''What are you talking about,'' I said, the blood draining from my face.

''We where playing and thes people am up. One looked at me, and pain was vrywher thn thay took Naya,'' he said, holding me as he cried hysterically.

And I immediately knew who he meant. The Voulturri.

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