A/N There is a part in this chapter and will be in other chapters that Caleb speaks in animal or plant languages. Now EVERYONE don't freak out. At the end of each chapter I will have Translations. Caleb's horse language will be in bold italics while the horse's will be in bold. Thank You!

I see a boy who's frightened,
a young boy with old eyes. I long
to say you're welcome here, you
can be happy now that you're warm.
~One World ~ Celtic Woman.

Caleb's POV

Everything was red, I was covered crimson with pain I could not express in any other way. I hated people and I hated hating people. Their emotions were so much more complicated and hurtful. Sadness hurt, anger hurt, happiness hurt. I hated my gift and yet I didn't, I just wanted it to go away, but then once again I didn't. To have the pain leave to not have to bleed crimson, that was what I wished for.

Mom always cried when she thinks I can't see. I hurt her without meaning to. I make her tired, I burden her when she still got so many other burdens to carry. I try to stay away to not let her no the pain that eats at me. Like a biting cold that burns the bones, like a fire that destroys every bit of forest there is. But I miss my brothers and sisters, people I have never really met. I've talked to them but only for a few minutes and then I leave again. These new people caused my mother sadness, guilt, anger, shame, happiness, they made me hurt.

That's something that no in this world knows. Everything hurts, to the point that the world is dying. Most humans do not know this but there are a few and the numbers are growing that know to some extent the damage humans are causing. I knew that if they didn't wake up soon the race of humans would end. Already the animals of this world were becoming restless unexplainable attacks against humans. I wasn't sure how I knew it but I did. Perhaps it was in the way that the wind spoke to me, in the way that the trees sung that endless lament that had been passed down through generations each generation adding a new part to the lament to tell what had happened during their life.

The farther I got away from the house the more the bleeding eased up and as I walked into the barn the blood flow stopped and a peace fell over me.

Keta, shaiek tekie? Looking over to the stall that held Sayka the only horse that was a completely colored solid. Her mane was black, her coat was black, her eyes were black and some in town had said that even her soul was black. I knew it to be wrong she was merely wild and only stayed because she wished to.

"Swoshn selmin deyi. IIti deyi" I whispered as I walked numbly over to her stall, slid open the latch and walked in. No one else would have dared do it in fact no one went around her except for me. She injure or kill anyone who tried and I could not blame her, she hated people for their ignorance just as I hated them for their emotions.

Sayka bumped me with her nose causing me to fall down at her feet before stamping her hoof slightly.

Yocar Nei deyi! Neimor deyi! Horses cannot yell but they can raise their voice levels to a certain degree. I winced at her words, not believing them and yet wanting to.

The emotions from the house were still to strong and my head began to ache once more despite being in my refuge. The barn was always my safe haven the place where no came without asking me first. So that is perhaps why I did not recognize the sound of footsteps at first. Whoever it was radiated a calm energy and yet also and understanding. I did not understand my anger only knew this person was understood nothing.

"Hey, Caleb you in there?" It was one of the new people. The ones that had caused the pain, the ones who had made me hurt.

"Go away." I tried to yell but only managed a mumble as my own emotions began turning against me. Chaotic thoughts whirled around in my mind, flashes of color, images of things already past, things that were not always seen through my eyes.

"Caleb, listen to me, listen to my voice." The pain was consuming me and once more blood began pouring. A sob tore at my throat as the pain blinded me. The man wanted me to listen, I didn't want him here but I didn't want to be left alone. Fear coursed through my body and I knew only a part of it was mine.

Arms were around me within seconds as I began coughing on the blood that was now streaming from my mouth. I couldn't speak, my heart beat painfully fast in my chest, an my head felt as if it had already exploded.

"Shhh Listen to my voice Caleb. I'll help you." Jasper's voce was calm but there was a panic had settled into his eyes as he held the withering boy in his arms.

"I-it-it hu-hur-hurts." I managed to whimper through he pain filled haze.

"I know it does. Just breathe. Listen to me and I'll make the hurt go away. I'll make the hurt go away." I trusted him on that but I did not know why. I focused on his voice telling me it was ok. To block everything else out, to lock it up ina box and hide the key.

I listened and slowly the pain went away and i noticed something odd. The wind had stopped, the natural sounds and movements of the world were silent and still. It was as if everything was holding a breath. With a sigh I knew that they were holding it for me. Clearing their thoughts and feelings away so as not to have that extra weight pushing me as I was trying to get back into control.

"I'm okay." I mumbled as I tried to sit up only to moan as dizziness hit. A gentle hand pushed me gently back down. Looking up I saw the man with blond hair was the one holding me. A small soft smile on his face. as he ran fingers through my hair.

I wasn't used to human contact as I had always stayed away from it in order to keep away the pain. I had never given my mother a hug or a kiss, I had never wrestled with my brothers or sisters. In fact I had never been touched by a human being since I had learned how to walk, which had been when I was a year old. The action felt good and I found myself leaning into it. Burying my head into the man stomach I sighed.

I didn't know who he was or why I felt safe or why the fact that being so close to a person wasn't causing the same flood of emotions inside of me like everyone else did but I found that I liked it. I wondered if this was what my siblings felt like when they were hugged by our mother, safe and warm.

"Who are you?" I asked him quietly. The world had started to breathe again.

"Jasper Whitlock." He told me softly his words no more then a whisper.

"Caleb Swan." I replied to him though he already knew my name.

"Nice to meet you." He said before standing up, me still tucked firmly into his arms.

Kie, Sayka I whispered and just as I was carried from the barn I heard her reply

Gkie, Keta. Darkness was edging its way in and for once I let it claim me while in the presence of another person.

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Jasper's POV

The boy in my arms was one of the most fragile living thing I had ever held in all of my life. I had felt many things during my existence, I had seen many things but nothing more heartbreaking then watching the boy in my arms cry and scream in pain from things he could not escape. Empathy was a tricky gift to have and even at moments I struggled to see it as a gift. It left you isolated from everyone because you got to have a unique prospective of the world and its inhabitants.

Caleb had a strength inside him that I knew I myself didn't have. A strength to carry on despite his obvious isolation and pain. And was this boy in pain. Pain perhaps wasn't the right word more like agony. From the very first second we had arrived I had felt the agony, the suffocating feeling but had not seen who it belonged to.

I looked at his face and sighed. Little white patches showed in erratic places because dried and wet blood covered his face. Just as blood covered his hands, his feet, and his shirt. Walking into the house that brought up feelings in me that I had never felt before. The house was nothing spectacular and you could tell by the furnishings in the living room that there wasn't a lot of money for decorative touches. And yet as I glanced at the pictures on the wall i couldn't help but think that this family had more then what I had ever had.

After the day that Isabella had left things with the family had gone south. Rosalie and Emmett left to go to one of the homes that they owned to get away from all the high running emotions. Alice and me had drifted apart over the years and by the time Isabella had come along we were really no more then friends masquerading as lovers. She had decided to leave when she met a nomadic vampire named Chris. She was in love with him and he was with her and I could see no other reason to argue against the relationship and so with hugs and a kiss to the cheek. In the end for over three years it was only Carlisle, Esme, and me left in the coven and then one day three years later Rosalie and Emmett came back.

Looking around the living room I saw my family along with Isabella and a boy who looked to be about 14 staring back at me. The 14 year old merely stared at Caleb who's face was facing them. A wave of failure hit me from the 14 year old and I felt a pull towards him but shook it off. I could focus only on one right now and that was the little boy in my arms that needed a bath.

"If you don't mind can I go get him cleaned up?" I asked Isabella who was staring at me and Caleb in confusion. As if she wasn't sure I was really holding him. She nodded slightly.

"The bathroom is up the stairs second door to the left. the towels and wash cloths are in the bottom drawer." Her voice was shaky but a fire was in her eyes that I had never seen before in that year of knowing her. Then again six years was a long time, I had changed and so it wasn't a far leap to believe she had either.

I nodded before walking up the flight of steps and quickly finding the bathroom. With One arm supporting Caleb I turned on the taps of the bathtub with one hand. Waiting about five minutes for the bath water to reach a few degrees above luke warm I set him down in it. With a start he woke up looking around wildly.

"Its okay, its okay. You're okay. I just want to get some of this blood off you." I told him gently as he stared up at me with wide eyes.

He tried to reach for the wash cloth in my hand but found he was to weak to lift his own hand. With a frustrated scowl he closed his eyes and waited.

"You lost to much blood, that's why you're so weak." I said as I gently began rubbing his back clean of sweat and stray debris.

"Why are you helping me?" His voice was so young, so innocent, so haunted.

"Why wouldn't I? You need help and I know how to help you." I washed his feet and legs but when i tried to wash his face he turned his head away from me.

"How can you help me? No one else can." Guarded was the only word that could describe his voice and the emotions rolling off of him. All his emotions were leaking through but only leaking not rolling out wave upon wave as they should have been.

"Would you believe me if I told you I'm just like you? That I know about the pain, the agony of people's emotions. The overwhelming panic when you can't control them anymore." He turned to stare at me disbelief shinning in his eyes along with hope.

"You really know?" I nodded. "And you'll help?" Once again I nodded and something happened that i did not believe possible, he smiled. Caleb's smile was a something that I could not easily put into words, it spoke of untainted innocence, and a loss of said innocence but more importantly it spoke of hope. It was a smile that made you want to smile and laugh for there was such joy in it.

When I moved to wash his face again he stopped smiling and closed his eyes, tensing as he allowed me to wash off his face.

After his bath was done and the pinkish water had been drained I wrapped him up in a towel and let him lead me to his room. Helping him get dressed into pajama's couldn't help but marvel at how natural this felt and then scolding myself for having such a thought and feeling.

Many people didn't know this in fact no did but I had always longed for children, to be a father, but back when I was human their had been a war going on and fatherhood was pushed far away and then i was changed and it became out of the question. But being here if even for only a few hours had caused that longing to come back even more pronounced and painful But I made sure to put it in a box and lock it away while near Caleb.

Caleb laid down to go to sleep and I pulled the covers up to his chin and felt a smile tug at my lips as a few of his curled locks of hair fell into his eyes. I moved to get up and leave but a hesitant hand on mine stopped me. the pressure of the hand was barely a whisper against my sensitive skin. The uncertainty of it reminded me of someone who was not used to contact and therefore did not know how to really use it.

"Please stay. It doesn't hurt as much when you're here. You make the bad things go away." He told me in a voice that was much younger then him and yet I knew that was just another side to him. In so many ways he was still so young, in others he was his exact age, and in some he was decades older.

"I'll stay until you go to sleep and then I have to go back to tell your mom you're okay. Alright?" I told him gently. He looked frightened for a minute before nodding slowly. With a sigh I sat down beside him running hand through his hair as she curled over and within second fell asleep. With a sigh I let myself stay there for thirty more minutes before deciding to head down back to the living room. Where my family waited along with a worried mother. And a boy who for some reason felt responsible.

We're all apart of this world
we can all share the same dream
and if you just reach out to me
then you will find deep down inside
I'm just like you.
~One World, Celtic Woman

A/N Here's another chapter. Next chapter will be back in Bella's POV. I know I said The family would meet the kids but this chapter ended up having a mind of its own.

TRANSLATIONS:::::::

1:Keta= Little one.

2:Shaiek tekie= What is wrong?

3:Swoshn selmin deyi= They are wrong.

4: IIti deyi=I am wrong

5: Yocar nei deyi= you are not wrong

6: Neimor deyi= you have never been wrong/you will never be wrong (means both int his instance.)

7: Kie=night

8: Gkie= Goodnight