Chapter I

"Franklyn Karters fathered thirty children. Two of which were my twin sister and I."

Rosalie coughed. "Thirty."

"Precisely. He wasn't exactly father of the year…or doctor of the year for that matter." Then he added. "Now Carlisle is."

"Thank you, Brann."

"How did he end up with so many children?" Emmett queried. "Besides the obvious."

"He was known to have ravished his patients."

Emmett shifted rather uncomfortably. "None of them were willing."

Edward shook his head for he knew the truth. Brann had told him…or rather he had read.

"He forced them all too…they were not willing participants."

Carlisle looked disgusted.

"Not even your mother?"

"Least of all her." Brann's voice was painfully sober. "She was fifteen… he was forty. He broke several of her bones even when she wasn't fighting."

Make that Carlisle looked revolted.

Emmett looked serious. "Was he a vampire?"

"I'm afraid not." Brann informed. "I was born in 1917 to a flesh and blood mother and a flesh and blood father. Though most would call the later a monster."

Brann looked at Edward for a second and he nodded.

Brann then approached Alice. "Um…Alice."

"Yes, Brann?"

If he had been a human he would have had tears in his eyes. "You're my-"

"I know." She said pulling him into an embrace.

Jasper simply stared.

Esme smiled briefly.

Carlisle appeared to do the same.

Bella looked shocked.

While Edward nodded.

All of Franz Josef Coven looked happy.

Emmett looked ready to welcome a new coven mate.

While Rosalie looked both surprised and guilty.

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The majority of Franz Josef Coven had left to go exploreing in Canada at the request of Milo who despite his young age was their leader, the senior member, who had changed all of them. He had told most of his coven to go explore Canada and to report back to him in two monthes. And they had listened because they were just as courios as he was.

But Milo being the emphatic person he was had allowed Brann and Zoya to remain behind with him because he knew that they wanted to.

"You know I've always wanted a nephew." Emmett informed after beating Brann in arm wrestling for the fiftieth time.

"You have?" Brann questioned.

"Of course… don't you feel the same way, brother?" Emmett asked Edward.

"Not really." Edward admitted. "But, Brann seems like a great nephew."

"Thank you." Brann responded. "I don't believe that Jasper feels the same way, though."

"He's not your uncle." Emmett said.

"He's my step-father…but still I don't think that he likes me very much."

"Well I wouldn't say that he dislikes you…" Edward imparted. "… He's just not particularly fond of you."

"He's said eight words to me."

"He just has a different way of showing emotions." Emmett assured.

"They were "hello, Brann" and "I guess this makes us relatives."

"Like Emmett said, a different way of showing emotions." Edward admitted. "Personally I think that he borderlines on sociopath."

"Jasper is not a sociopath!" Brann objected. "He's nothing like my biological father."

"I didn't say he was…" Edward corrected. "Only that he borderlines."

"Like you don't!" Emmett explained.

"Like I was said Jasper just has a different way of expressing emotions." Edward stated. "Now about not talking to you… at least he hasn't hissed at you."

"He does like doing that."

"Or growled and or snarled."

"He likes doing that too." Emmett added. "Oh and for your information, Jasper does bite."

"I'll remember that." Brann stated. "What does it mean if he's not doing that?"

"That he doesn't see you as a threat." Edward answered. "He may not be particularly fond of you…but at least he knows that your intentions are good."

"In other words he doesn't feel the need to protect a certain person from you."

"Well at least he kind of trusts me," Brann said softly.

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"I don't think that Jasper knows what to feel." Carlisle stated.

"I agree." Esme replied. "He just found out that he has a step-son, which came as a shock to all of us."

"I would have been just as shocking if it were Edward or Rosalie or any of them." Carlisle stated.

"Would it have been, I mean Brann informed all of us that Emmett had two children and only one person gave a reaction and that was Rosalie."

"Well Emmett admitted to having a wild adolescence so it wouldn't have…"

"Come as much of a shock." Esme finished.

"Exactly, whereas with Alice…"

"It's shocking."

"If it weren't for that vile, degrading, perverse, monster of a doctor." Carlisle informed with a calm rage that he didn't often possess. "Brann wouldn't exist."

Esme could tell that he was upset…he hadn't used those words separately in what seemed like forever and maybe it was. But one way or another she had never heard him use the in the same sentence, let alone to describe one person.

"Brann wasn't exaggerating when he said thirty children either. Sure ten of them were twins, three were even a set of triplets. That doesn't make it better though." Carlisle was painfully sober. "How many other girls were there that no one knows about? How many of them lived through it and died with it?"

"We may never know." Esme said softly.

"He makes me sick. Doctors are supposed to help people heal…not be 'playing doctor' with unwilling patients."

"He was a very sick man…one who belonged there more than most of the patients did." Esme imparted.

"All too true."

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"Let me just look at you for a second." Rosalie commanded. "I think I do see a physical resemblance." She admitted with a grin on her face. "You have the same black hair as over half the population."

"Rose-." Brann was cut off.

"The same ashen skin that sparkles in the sunlight."

"Really, Rosalie."

"Yes…the same skin I've seen in every vampire." Rosalie replied. "You have the same golden eyes, but then again so does every other vegetarian."

Brann just stared at her for a moment. "What proof do you want, Rosalie?" He questioned. "My birth certificate?"

"No, those can be easily faked."

"Then what would convince you?"

"Oh… I am convinced." Rosalie assured.

"Really."

"Of course." She reacted. "That doesn't mean I like you though."

"I believe that I already know why that is…" Brann admitted. "But I'd like to hear it from you first."

"You ruined her life."

Brann hadn't been expecting that. "I ruined her life."

"Wait, let me rephrase that." Rosalie stated. "You made her life a living underworld."

Brann looked at her somberly.

"Aren't you going to say something…say that he life was already like that before."

Finally Brann spoke. "What good would it do? Would it matter what I tell you…you wouldn't listen anyway."

Rosalie just stared at him.

"I'll take that as a no, it wouldn't matter." Brann responded. "Because that's not why you hate me. Is it?"

The same hard stare.

"Instead of hating the person you envy, you hate the person who makes you envious."

The cold hard stare.

Brann was just about to leave when he stopped and added. "In a way my sister and I did make her life better… in a sick little way." He informed. "The patients were always treated better when they were expecting. The one time they didn't starve…or get beaten daily… or experimented on. The one time they actually cared whether they lived or died."

The same emotionless stare.

"Wow, Rosalie." Brann responded as he was leaving. "Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe you really don't care."