Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex, and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Ten

"You're pregnant, Edward."

Before I could stop myself, I was back. Drowning in all the images, the memories I had never allowed myself to think about since their creation. Me and my lover, entwined on a large, soft bed. He had bought it shortly after I had come to stay with him, though we had no need for sleep. We both knew he had no intention of resting on it. During the day, when it was sunny and we couldn't leave our city house for fear of being seen…we hardly left the bed. I can remember every touch, every caress that had set my body alight with desire. His words; such pretty words that I'd all-too-willingly drank in, letting the poison set deep within my veins.

And then, when I fell pregnant…And we'd found out what I was…he'd said he was trying to help me. He said that if we didn't get rid of it, then it would be a danger to both me, and everyone else once it was born. The Volturi would come down on us for raising an Immortal Child, and we'd all die, ripped apart and burned as an example to all those who dared break that important law.

Such pretty, pretty words. And like a fool I believed him. I let him cut into my side and bleed me dry, so that the baby would have no hope of surviving. For days I lay on that giant bed and stained the sheets crimson while I let go all of the blood keeping me and my unborn alive. And when it was over, when there was not a drop left to drain, I could only lie broken and sobbing, until he brought me some blood and I could regain my strength. He'd held me and told me he loved me, that it was for the best, and I'd allowed myself to sink into those lies; the promise that he'd stay by me through all of it. Just the two of us.

And then Esme had come along, and that all changed.

Carlisle…my first lover, my sire. Father of my unborn child. I had loved him, of course I did. I had let his body claim mine just as his venom had, and that vulnerability had made me desperate to please him; I couldn't stand the thought of disappointing or displeasing him, and being left alone. I'm not built to be alone. After that…that vile sin, the abortion he'd coerced me into…I had left. I wanted to drown in my sin, live like the creature he'd told me I was; I was a vampire. An Incubus at that. I fucked and I fed, and that was that. So that's what I did, for the longest time. The humans were all too easy to lure into me, whether it was the innocent girl who was having a night on the town, or the sexual predator who thought he could get his jollies off of drugging and raping a teenage boy. It didn't hurt that, during the time I embraced what I am, my scent had changed. I called to humans, but not just their meagre prey instincts. I didn't scream 'predator', I screamed 'partner'. I smelled like the hormones they most wanted to inhale, even if their conscious minds weren't aware of it. The bad men…those had been my favourites; the dirtier minds of the city who wouldn't care how loudly I screamed in pain. They would still have their fill, gifting me in their minds with such wrong, sinful images, and then satisfy me when their blood ran thick with orgasm. The surprise on their faces as I bit down, draining them while they were still inside me, trying to mark me with their weak human essence.

Fools, I was beyond that.

But Jacob…

Jacob…he had consumed me. He'd bitten back. He'd made me feel so completely alive that I was fucking terrified.

I'd returned to Carlisle, of course, trying to assure him that I wouldn't be…what I am. I could put up the mask of the gentleman I was brought up to be. I could hold the doors for ladies, smile politely at others. I could stay away, become emotionally uninvolved so that I wasn't tempted. My family didn't tempt me, not as much as humans did. They didn't know it, but sometimes…sometimes the only reason Jasper struggles so much, is because I do too, and he senses it. Sometimes I just want to throw an unwitting student against the wall and let go of all my body's desires. We're closer than any of the Coven presumes. Yes, we are brothers, but we are also so much more - bound to each other by a shared torture, a burning in our throats that is never satisfied; past experiences tell us that there is something so, so much better. Carlisle doesn't understand. He never could. But Jasper can.

And then there was Bella. That fucking siren calling me with her blood…I had allowed myself to become emotionally involved, because I had naively believed that…Well, it seemed like she was made just for me. She had that desirable scent to first capture my attention, and then I couldn't read her mind, which of course drew me in further. And then her intellect, the love of books and old movies and…What else? That was the problem…Without her blood, and still without her thoughts…she was almost nothing to me. The meteor was becoming taillight, and she was sensing it just as much as I was. We were falling apart; she had forever now, to move onto bigger, brighter and better things. The main act of the puppet show was over, and now it was time to pack up and travel on. I was holding onto a memory. I loved the past.

Jacob had referred to her as a puppeteer. Sometimes I couldn't agree more with him.

I couldn't go home, now. I couldn't go and face Bella. I couldn't tell her what I was, what I was capable of doing; what I had done, what I planned to do and of course, I couldn't tell her about my relationship with Jacob, and what that relationship had caused. What were we anyway? We weren't friends, we weren't lovers…

We were cause and effect.

"Edward…" Carlisle's words brought me out of whatever recent brooding I'd entered into; since I'd found out, the mood swings had been getting uncontrollable. It was three months along…and my stomach was swollen. I felt ill constantly, I had barely eaten anything in days, because I couldn't keep anything down. Human food, blood, all of it was off limits for me. I looked over at my Sire, seeing apology deep in his eyes. Why? His thoughts were giving nothing away. "We need to talk."

"Yes," I answered, shifting myself down on the couch so he could sit. But he didn't take the offer. Instead, he stood, pacing in front of me. He was fidgeting, toying with his fingers and looking at the ground as he walked, and still his mind was blank. He was scaring me a little. "Carlisle, what's wrong? Just out with it," I snapped, annoyance growing and then vanishing just as quickly. I just wanted to know.

I always wanted to fucking know. That's what had caused this problem in the first place.

"Edward…" He sighed heavily, running a hand through his blonde hair, and finally he sat next to me. His hands rested on his knees for a moment before he turned, taking one of my hands in both of his. "Listen to me…we have to get rid of it."

I knew what he meant as soon as he said it. But I wanted to play dumb; I should have played dumb. Hell, I should have fucking run from that house as soon as he'd suggested such a thing. He pulled me closer to him, and still in my shocked state I could do nothing but follow his pull, letting him wrap his arms around me. I found myself in his lap, one of his hands resting on my stomach lightly, the other knotted in my hair, keeping my eyes fixed on his entrancing golden irises. He was trying to dazzle me. Successfully.

"But…why?"

"The Volturi…a long time ago, long before I was even born, there was an…incident. They call it the Plague of the Immortal Children, have you heard of it?" I shook my head, and he continued. "A group of vampires created younger fledglings, only children, in the hopes that…well, why they did it is beyond me, but these children were uncontrollable. They destroyed towns in a fit of anger, killed humans mercilessly for food and took a horrible toll on both the vampire and human population. Needless to say they were all destroyed." I was afraid of where he was going with this; this child had nothing to do with something that had happened centuries ago! "And…Edward, I'm afraid that if you give birth, then the Volturi will come and kill not only the child, but you, and me, and anyone who they think may have helped us. That includes humans. Do you understand?"

I didn't want to understand…but I was young back then, and foolish. I took in his story; I saw the concern in his eyes and his thoughts, and I thought he wanted what was best for me, for all of us. He didn't want us to get punished for something that…we had no control over! Surely if we just…hid the child away. Maybe it wouldn't be like that…

But how could I guarantee such an outcome? I was afraid, of course I was. I was in a situation that defied science and logic and reason - things that I had been brought up to believe in strongly. Hell, it even defied God.

Now I realize…there is no God. No Almighty One would have allowed Carlisle to take away my child - his child. How could someone who cares so much about insignificant humans not want his own offspring to have life - and natural heirs too! This wasn't created through venom…this was him, and it was me. It was the most natural part of the situation.

That hand in my hair had only served to wrench my head back, so he could pierce my skin and drain the first round of blood from me. I had felt when the child finally gave up, not having enough blood to live; not that I had had much in the first place, but that final amount that had been keeping it alive was gone, and so was it.

I'd cried for weeks afterwards.

He was shaking in my arms, the silence stretching on between us for a good ten minutes after my little declaration. I wanted to comfort him, but was at a loss of how to; what was going through his head, to cause such a reaction? He looked terrified, broken and sorrowful all at once, and it was all I could do to hold him to my chest, let him know everything was going to be alright.

"He's remembering," Jasper said after a while, his dark eyes flickering to mine. "About the last time."

"How would you know what happened?" I asked in reply, unable to keep the annoyance out of my tone that Jasper had known before I did; but of course, he had a lot more years on me with Edward; he would know a hell of a lot more about my Vampire than I did.

He just smiled a little. It was sad, and didn't reach his eyes. "He told me," he said simply. "About two decades into me and Alice coming to live with the Cullens." Slowly, he reached forward, running a hand through Edward's hair gently, and for a moment the shaking stopped. I was torn between feeling jealous that he could comfort Edward so much better than me, and gratitude that he was here; honestly, without Jasper around at this moment I'd be so completely lost. He was so gentle with my mate… "He told me what he was when I kept questioning him about his erratic emotions, and then made me swear that I would never tell a soul, a promise that I've kept to this day. We both struggle with our pasts…but Edward…Christ, Edward's been screwed over…" His hand kept making its way through the bronze, and once again I was startled by the sheer amount of love and affection pouring from the empath; I could feel it through his unique gift, see it in his eyes and in his touch. He loved my Edward, more than perhaps anyone else had.

I felt the need to thank him, somehow, for taking care of Edward…Even though until just an hour ago I had been completely unaware as to any struggles he might have been facing. Hell, to me he was just a moody teenage vampire…But there was so much more. I couldn't wait to find out everything…I wanted to know everything, and comfort him through it and let him know that his future was going to be so much brighter.

"Thank you for being here, Jasper," I said, putting as much sincerity as I could into the words. "Really, I don't know what would have happened if Edward was alone." The blonde merely smiled.

"It's my pleasure, Jacob, honestly."

Suddenly Edward stirred in my arms, breathing in a heavy, shaky breath as he straightened, no longer relying on me to support him. He sat up in my lap, wiping at his cheeks hurriedly. I had thought it was a leftover human habit…but there was really something there, on his face, leaking from his eyes and leaving dried trails down his cheeks. Slowly I moved my hand up, wiping away some of it. It was icy cold like the rest of him, and it smelled like venom. He was crying venom.

"Christ Edward…" I murmured, brushing my thumb once again over his cheek. He forced a smile, lips quirking just a little, but it didn't reach his luminous, dark green eyes. Shaking his head, he pulled his head away from me, and that small rejection tore at my heart; he was open, vulnerable, and he didn't want to let himself be taken advantage of. I understood that, even if I couldn't sympathize. He sighed heavily, taking a huge breath, and with that final intake of oxygen his shaking completely stopped, eyes falling closed, and he was still for another moment, before his eyes once again opened.

"I can't go home," he murmured, and I opened my mouth to respond, but his raised hand stopped me. "No, I can't go home. I can't let Carlisle know that I'm pregnant again, and Bella can't know, of course. I can't go back to the house. I have to leave."

"No, you don't." I had been prepared for the thought of him leaving; had brought myself to accept it. At least, I thought I had. Hearing him say it, knowing it really would be our final goodbye…it hurt, I'll admit. In the forest when I'd created the contract between the Alpha Cullen and myself, I had thought that was the last time Edward and I would ever see each other, but then we'd met again, right at this moment…And without even realizing it I had allowed myself to hope. Besides, he was bearing my child…and unless he intended to get rid of it - an action I would fight severely against - I had a right to be in his life, around my unborn child. "You can…you don't have to leave. We can work something out."

"Where would you have me go, Jacob? I can't go home, and I can't stay in Forks."

"You can come live with me."

I expected his harsh laugh of derision. "With all the shifters around? Being the Alpha's bitch doesn't give me that much immunity. Just because you fucked me and now I'm bearing your bastard -."

"Stop it," I growled, my voice much harsher than I thought it should have been. It was enough to make Edward flinch in my arms, but I held him tightly to me. He struggled a little but I kept him still as best I could; I wasn't just going to let him run. Not again. He'd tried that shit with Bella - it wasn't going to fucking work with me. "You're not just my bitch, Edward. One look at my thoughts and you would fucking know that I love you." I felt awkward with this admission, especially knowing Jasper was a witness to it, but it caused Edward to still. At least he was listening. "I love you, and none of my Pack members can argue with that. Anyone has a problem with that they can take it up with me, but I'm never going to let anyone harm you, ever again."

"I'll talk to the family," Jasper added, which I was grateful for, because Edward had given no indication that he was going to answer, and after that admission I wasn't prepared to face silence. I wouldn't have been able to take the rejection. I mean…sure, Edward had effectively proven his trust for me, but I knew he didn't think of us, yet, the same way that I did. It would take work, on both of our parts, but I knew the end result would be so worth it. "I'll convince them that you stayed out hunting, or something. They won't even think to look for you at the Reservation anyway."

"Jasper, if they catch you in the lie you'll be in a hell of a lot of trouble."

"I'm willing to take my chances, brother." Again, I was overwhelmed with gratitude towards the blonde vampire. He merely smiled at me, no doubt feeling my emotions, and nodded slightly. There was a long silence as Edward thought, and I couldn't help but hope he would choose to come home with me. I mean, yeah, it would probably be hard the first few days, but we'd work around it, and I knew I could trust Seth and Quil - hell, even Leah and Embry - with Edward's safety. The memory of Leah's fantasy flashed across my mind, and before I could stifle it Edward laughed. It was such a beautiful sound, despite the half-heartedness of it. Well…not really like he didn't want to laugh, but more like he didn't have the energy to. I was reminded forcefully that his meal was currently saturating the ground. He would have to hunt soon, or we'd have to find something he could eat.

Finally, Edward sighed. "Alright. Just for a couple of days, until I figure out what else I could do," he said, looking over his shoulder to meet my eyes. I forced them not to show the pain I was feeling, that he wouldn't even consider this a permanent solution. Of course…if I suddenly had to go living with the Cullens I'd be uncomfortable too. We are still, basically, genetically, enemies. Almost as much as werewolves and vampires…

Who had to get together to create what I am…

Yeah, I'm confused too.

"Alright," I said briskly, pushing myself to my feet and supporting him on the way, so he could stand upright. He swayed a little, eyes closing as he leaned against me, and I reflexively wrapped an arm around his shoulder to steady him, until he righted himself once more. He took a deep breath and straightened, and for the first time his hands moved away from his stomach. To think…that a little version of me and him was growing there…

"Jasper, you should go. We've already been gone too long on the hunt and you smell like dog," he said, smiling a little. Jasper and I both joined in the little joke, and his brother stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the younger sibling in a tight hug. They stood like that for a long while before Jasper pulled away a little, his hand moving up to rest against Edward's neck, - unbitten side - and Edward moved to mimic the posture, their foreheads pressed together, eyes closed. It was strange, but that moment seemed so intimate that I had to look away.

Is this what it will be like, when and if I ever have to say goodbye to one of my wolves?

That thought tore at me.

It seemed like forever and no time at all when they pulled away. Edward's cheeks were once again lightly stained with tears, pain reflecting in his eyes, and mirrored in the dark gold of his brother's. Finally, Edward turned away completely, moving to stand at my side, and we both left that tiny clearing. All the way I could feel Jasper's eyes boring into our backs, until we disappeared from his sight.

I had known this was coming. When I first felt that movement in my stomach, I'd known immediately what was going on. Strange how, given an experience I'd only ever felt once, not for very long and quite a long while ago, the memories came rushing back. The things I remembered learning the hard way about bearing children. It was also slightly creepy that, aside from the obvious lack of biological reason, I didn't find this remotely weird. I mean…stranger things had happened.

I had demanded a hunt of Jasper, so that I could build up the supply of blood in my body, in the hopes that my child wouldn't die during the week or so of morning sickness; if I didn't keep enough blood in my body to support it, it would be killed by the venom.

There were so many questions, of course. At least, those that were on my my mind - Jacob's was occupied with far more…shall we say practical thoughts? Tactics with how to keep my presence a secret, until nothing could be done about it. And thoughts of raising a baby. I had to admit I was impressed with how well he'd taken this; much better than Carlisle had anyway.

It was taking everything I had not to dwell on what he'd said to me. And I failed miserably.

"I love you…I'm never going to let anyone harm you, ever again." Such pretty words. Was I a fool to want to believe them this time? Not really…it was instinct, of course. It was natural to want a strong mate to help me through my time of weakness; vampires weren't meant to be weak, vulnerable. Having Jacob around would give some sense of security and protection until I gave birth. But they were just words. Words were meaningless; I was a creature of action.

Bella had drank in my words too…she held onto them like a lifeline, like if one of them ever left her she'd be broken. But now I knew…I still loved her, but then again I still loved Carlisle. That first connection was the hardest one to forget, to ignore. The person who stole your heart at the very beginning…well they never really gave all of it back. Carlisle still held sway on me, as much as I hated to admit this. So did Bella…hell, even Jasper did a little bit. Even though what I felt for him was only brotherly affection, it was almost as intense as my feelings for Jacob and Bella and Carlisle…all of them. Jasper understood me.

God, I sound like such a teenage girl. I hope this is just hormones talking.

Approaching the Boundary line, I slowed my steps, fighting against Jacob's arm around my shoulders, keeping me upright. I felt safe next to him, but I knew I wasn't. I felt warm, but it only reminded me of how cold a creature I was. How the two of us had ever managed this…union, whatever it was, was completely beyond me. I wasn't sure whether to be grateful or curse it, for it meant a hell of a lot more complications.

I suddenly felt more like a seventeen-year-old boy than I had in a long while. Listening to people's thoughts for almost a century and being a vampire had aged me, made me more mature more quickly…Being with Jacob erased all of it, despite the fact that he was undergoing the same things; being an Alpha had to take its toll on the youth. I can't imagine how Seth handles it so cheerfully. Maybe he's still in the 'awesome-boy-exploding-into-giant-wolf-to-go-kick-ass' phase of life.

Jacob's arm tightening around my shoulders brought me back to reality. I could feel his eyes on me, asking for a reason for my hesitance; how was I to tell him that I was feeling insecure, completely at his mercy, weak, vulnerable? How could I possibly put into words that…I wanted to go with him, to stay with him, but my loyalty was torn. I owed Carlisle my existence, and I owed Bella my soul, and I owed my family my allegiance. I had nothing more to give.

As soon as I stepped over that line, I was a traitor.

I knew he was reluctant; hell, I would be too if I was walking onto supposed enemy lands…but I couldn't understand it. Were my reassurances not enough for him? Was he still afraid? I wanted to understand, but I was afraid to know; scared to see what was going on behind his dark green irises.

He had the same look in his eye as when he'd pulled my hand to his stomach; open, vulnerable, and full of inwardly-directed hatred. I hated the thought that he was blaming himself for all of this, if indeed that's what it was, and I wasn't misreading him. It had happened before.

He turned his gaze up towards me, and I don't know what he saw in my face, but his expression turned even more sorrowful, if possible. He raised a hand to lightly brush his palm against the bite mark he'd given me, causing me to shiver as tendrils of the remembered pleasure traveled through my system. He smiled at that, and began to walk again. What he was thinking I couldn't tell, but I wasn't going to argue; I followed, quickly catching up and returning my arm to wrap around him, his waist this time, as I didn't want to restrict his walk, but I was able to support him should he feel weak again.

"So…what, am I going to stay in your closet or something?" he asked lightly, and I laughed, surprised that given his previous mood he'd be willing to crack a joke. I shook my head.

"You can always stay in the garage if you don't mind the smell of motor oil and rusty car parts."

"Mmm rustiness," he said with a lick of his lips, causing me to laugh again. "Won't Billy…you know…know I'm there if I stay in your house?" I shook my head. "Why is that?"

"Once we give up our Wolf - if Billy ever was a Wolf. I never checked, or asked - our senses dull. Billy's been permanently human long enough to age, and to acquire the normal level of awareness of any human." I heard Edward give a huge sigh and I turned towards him, amused to see his eyes mid-roll. "Something funny?"

"You shifters are so complicated. I mean vampires; venom equals live forever. Drink blood equals don't go crazy and kill all the humans. Sun equals sparkling. Simple." He paused. "Then again…the different species have variations on all that…"

"Edward? What are we doing?" I asked. This situation is so…abnormal. I was getting a huge awkward feeling; we shouldn't be talking about the complexity of shifter life. We should be talking about…the important things. Things I needed answers to, like; How the hell can a man have a kid? What the hell was this 'before' he keeps talking about? What will he eat if he can't have blood? How long is the gestation period? All that stuff.

My vampire sighed again, running a hand through his messy hair, and pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closing. I soon discovered I didn't like that; eyelids shutting off the odd colour. He didn't even need to blink, and I wanted to see that beautiful green all the time.

"I don't know, Jacob," he said, and his voice was pained. "I just…want to pretend for a while. Can we do that? Can we just act like…I don't know…like we're just two friends who're taking a walk or something? Just be normal?"

"Of course we can do that, Edward," I said softly, understanding his needs as soon as he voiced them. That would be nice; to pretend this is all just some surreal trick of the imagination, that Edward and I are just two teenage boys out goofing off around the city while their parents watched TV unawares, or whatever. I could do that.

After… "One thing first." Before he could voice what I was thinking - perhaps he already knew through my thoughts - I pulled him to me, claiming his lips in a kiss. I was soon finding that I loved this touch of his; his lips against mine, body reflexively curving closer so I could feel all of him, chest to knee, along my body. I loved that I had to bend down just slightly, and his head had to lift upwards, exposing the most vulnerable part of him - his neck. Without thinking my hand came up, resting against the side of his face before trailing lower, over his scar. His gasp of surprise gave me the opening I needed to deepen the kiss, tasting the venom lining his mouth. Fucking delicious. His hands knotted themselves fiercely in my hair, keeping my head in position and in return allowing him to pull closer, the intensity of his lips growing to a white heat.

Finally, the stupid necessity for air made me break away, both of us gasping and panting heavily. His eyes were almost completely black, watching me with a mixture of lust and smug arrogance; a smirk was on his face.

"Something funny?" I asked for the second time that evening.

"I love that I have this effect on you," he purred, stepping closer to me again, and I was backed up against a tree before I knew it. Deja vu much? Looking into his black eyes I answered with my own cocky smile.

"I could say the same for you," I murmured, trailing my finger along his scar again. He shivered violently, but his eyes never left mine, and I watched as that remaining bit of green faded away, consumed by the onyx.

I only briefly heard him mutter 'Cheater' before his lips were on mine again, hungry and possessive and consuming. I was all-too-eager to let him have his brief dominance.

'What happened to acting normal?' I asked mentally, my mouth being otherwise occupied. He pulled away from my lips, and for a heart-stopping moment I thought he would move away completely, assume that cool façade again and take my question to heart. But he only moved his lips up to next to my ear, voice shaking with barely-restrained desire.

"Fuck normal."

Author's Note: Nawwh, Edward and Jacob loving. So yeah...Jasper's very close to Edward in this fanfic. It sets up for some times later xD And this story was mostly just comfort and stuff, but this is all the calm before the storm people. Don't forget that. Remember; huge dumper.

Alright, I got a few inquiries as to my theory of how Edward gets pregnant. Alright, here's my thought; my Beta doesn't believe me but oh well; during Edward's really dark years he was, for all intents and purposes, a murderous whore, to put it delicately. And as an Incubus his instincts would tell him, when he took a woman, to take one that was fertile. A fertile woman would be menstruating or close to that; her eggs would be ready to be fertilized. So when Edward completely drained her dry, my theory is that the egg somehow came with it, and gathered in his system. The venom would have nothing to do with it, and vampires don't poop, and so gradually the eggs just built up, until Jacob decided to go fuck him in the ass and fertilize one. But the venom will make it so it's Edward's DNA, not just some chick's. So yeah, there are major flaws in that theory but it's better than, as someone said, 'Jacob makes a wish'. xD

Also, please don't hate me, or Carlisle. If an Incubus-y Edward was calling to you to have sex with him, trusted you, loved you, how could you possibly say no? Carlisle does really have his Coven's best interests at heart.

And now, for some news. I have recently admitted this to myself; I'm an...UPDATE ADDICT. Yes, it's true. I told myself I wouldn't update until Tuesday, so here I am waiting until midnight Monday morning to post. And I haven't even finished the 12th chapter and here I am posting chapter 10. I didn't even want to start this story before I had finished it. I can't stop myself. Oh well.

Loves to you all and please review!

HigherMagic x