Chapter 13

Celestial Opposites

Jasper POV

Neither Emmett nor Rosalie took the theories about their child well. Emmett very nearly became violent, while Rosalie merely shook her head, terrified at the prospect of another unknown aspect of our family. Wardient had offered to remove the baby, but the horror streaming off of her at that suggestion was so great, I began to shake. I had never had the problem of trembling since becoming a vampire, but there is a first time for everything.

"We are not going to forsake this baby." Rosalie said so fiercely that no one even began to contradict her. If Bella had had that level of ferocity when she was pregnant with Renesmée, there would never have been more than that first fight about the girl.

"Wardient, I am about seven months along now figuratively, correct?" Rosalie's pre-natal mood swings were really throwing me off. At Wardient's nod, she continued, "Okay then, why am I still so fit? I can still run just as fast, and I should be feeling weaker, along with morning sickness, and all of that. Does that have anything to do with me being a vampire?"

Most likely, yes. As no vampire has ever been pregnant before, I cannot say anything without doubts. I do believe that you are still strong enough to not feel weaker, and your cellular structure prevents you from feeling sick, or any of those nasty side effects.

I brushed this conversation off, as it developed into some deeper pregnancy issues, turning to face my Alice. "Jasper, two of the kids from earlier are coming." I could feel her concern for me washing outwards, reaching me in such a way that I probably would have felt it without my special gift. "They will be here in about five minutes, but it is just the two and their mom. Do you want to go out, or will you be okay?"

I loved my wife, always watching out for me, always trying her hardest to make sure I did not slip up. "I would like to go hunting. I haven't been out for a few days now, and I think it will be prudent for me to be completely full, what with all of the humans that will be hanging around." I smiled at her, sending waves of mind-blowing love at her, giving her all of the affection that could never possibly be voiced aloud.

As the others conversed, Alice and I slipped out the backdoor, running towards the river with our hands intertwined.

Virgo POV

Alice and Jasper left the house, running out towards the river in anticipation of the three humans approaching the house. I delved into their minds, searching out their purpose, only to be somewhat shocked; the two boys wanted powers, and they were dragging their mom over here to have the Cullens convince her to let them have the abilities they wanted.

These particular abilities would actually be extremely helpful against any living creature that they would fight, vampires included; that is, if they could manage to control them enough to fight properly. The kids knocked on the door a few minutes later, Edward flashing to open it immediately. "Yes, can I help you?" he asked politely, his thoughts somewhat angry at them interrupting the deeply-speculative conversation regarding Rosalie's pregnancy.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen, you can. My children here are begging me to talk to you, believing that you will over-rule me in granting them 'abilities'." Her voice was deeply skeptical of the fact that anyone could give her 'children' abilities. "Mom, come on! We're seventeen, not little babies!" The taller one complained in a voice that contradicted his argument. The boy had the greenest eyes I had ever seen, his entire physique going against all Native American traits. "I still think that this whole thing is some massive joke. I mean, there is no way that anyone can 'grant abilities'. What is this, X-Men?"

"As a matter of fact, Mrs. Bradford, my niece here, can grant abilities." Edward spoke as he flashed back to me quicker than the woman could follow. She jumped backwards in shock, much to the amusement of my family and her kids. "W-what are you?" She asked, her voice shaking terribly.

"Mom, we told you! They're vampires, but they don't suck human blood. Why do you never believe us?" The shorter one said. He had light blond hair and deep blue eyes, but otherwise looked exactly like his brother, also going against the rules of genetics. I wondered how the Quileute mother managed to have two boys with such extraordinary physical traits. Blond hair was extremely recessive, easily conquered by the black of the Quileutes. Blue and green eyes were also easily dominated by the brown or black of the tribes.

The woman visibly paled as the truth of her sons' words sank in, revealing to her the horrible truth behind the Cullen's magnificent beauty. Impressively, she swallowed that fear, standing up straight to confront Edward, who had returned to the doorway. "Whatever you are, Mr. Cullen, why would I let you tamper with my children's genes to enable them to help you fight in a war? The fact that they will be fighting vampires and werewolves does not help your case!" I had to admit, this woman was courageous; standing up to a vampire with all of her instincts screaming for her to run the other way. Or maybe she was just stupid.

I chose that moment to speak up, giving voice to her concerns for her children's safety. "Mrs. Bradford, the army will come, regardless of whether we give them powers, or not. We will most likely not have Christopher or Michael fight directly with us, as they are indeed still children. However, with these abilities that they desire, they will be able to fight against any threats that may intrude upon your home before the war starts.

"With these abilities they will not only be more powerful than any normal human, they will also be able to fight off most supernatural creatures. Especially Christopher, as I have not encountered any creature with the power he desires, even in the deepest regions of space." I spoke that last line staring into the blonde's eyes to let him know that, if he could control his power, it would be incredibly potent.

"Please mom, can we get the powers? We already know how they would work from reading all of the X-Men books and comics and watching all of the movies and TV shows."

"Please?" They both whined, dragging out the long 'e' of the word.

"You do not know the full extent of the powers, though. The X-Men books are limited to human imagination, but I am not human. I realize the full potential of what you wish to have and, let me tell you; If you attempt something that you are not ready for, or do not understand completely, it could very well destroy you, or anyone around you. I believe that you will both do remarkably well with these powers, but I cannot predict the concrete future."

The two boys fell silent as they contemplated my words, taking them as seriously as I had meant them. Both boys quickly returned to imagining every possible facet of their abilities, thinking all the way down to the molecular levels of their workings. I was quite impressed by the scientific knowledge that the boys possessed, even if that knowledge came from comics and novels.

"If you think they're capable, I won't stand in their way. They are almost eighteen, they can make their own decisions." Their mother spoke in a dejected way, her voice that of someone who had lost something precious. Both sons hugged her while murmuring 'thank you' into her ears. The boys then stepped into the house, almost walking right into Edward; his reflexes saved both of them a bloody nose.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked them, giving them one last chance to change their minds.

"Yes, we want this. We want to help in any way we can, and we know the dangers." Michael, the brown haired boy, answered for both of them. I responded by ordering them closer, allowing me to reach their heads.

I began setting the framework for their powers, working differently than I had with Adeli and Delia; their power needed only a slight change in their souls, and the broadening of their mental framework. For Chris and mike, I needed to alter their entire physical structure to a degree.

With Chris, I made him much colder, immune to even the deep cold of space. He would be completely unaffected by even absolute-zero, his molecules moveable by his will power, regardless of his physical state. He would be utterly unaffected by heat, too cold to be touched. To anyone that would touch him physically, however, they would feel a normal human's body temperature, the deadening ice of his core deep beyond the realm of human perceptions. Beyond this, he would be able to completely control the temperature around him, eventually attaining such control that it would boggle a normal mind. Cryokenesis; that is the power that he desired. His motivating force was Bobby 'Iceman' Drake, from the X-Men. He would have nearly the same power, but on a much larger scale, for his powers would not be restricted by the imagination of humanity that bound the Iceman.

Michael was the polar opposite of Chris, in anything relating to their powers. Mike was heated beyond belief, to be untouched by even the hottest flame. The blaze of a supernova would feel like a cool breeze to the green-eyed teen, his molecules just as unaffected by cold. His basic particles would be vibrating far too quickly to be slowed in the slightest. Much like his brother, he would have the outward temperature of 98.6o Fahrenheit. With his true temperature at such heights, he would be able to consciously start any fire, and maintain it with only his will for fuel. Creating fire would be the least of his strengths, the true power lying in the manipulative quality he would have. His power is known as Pyrokenesis, much like the race of green telepaths I met on my journeys. His motivation was also from the X-Men, from the mutant Pyro. Also like his brother, he would not be restricted by the human imagination. His powers would transcend the comic-book character's by miles.

I filled them in on the limits of their powers, the restraints put on them by their physicality. With their powers so new, they would be limited to short icy bursts, and small gouts of flame. Within the year that we seemed to have before the war, they could gain the level of control that their respective X-Men had in the comics.

The two boys seemed stunned that they actually possessed the powers that they had dreamed of for years. They marveled at the power they could feel running through their veins, the knowledge that they could control the elements.

Chris was the first to demonstrate his new ability, a flurry of snow forming over his hand as he froze and unfroze molecules, causing them to crash and twist. A small tornado of tiny snow crystals was spiraling above his hand, showing immense control mere minutes after gaining his power; he really did know what he was doing.

Not to be outdone, Mike drew on his power. A fireball formed above his hand, splitting into a series of snowflake-shapes, a display of control rivaling the molecular manipulation that his brother was demonstrating.

Despite their heat-proof body temperatures, sweat soon broke out on their foreheads. Mike quickly drew the fire-flakes back into a ball, which quickly fluttered out of existence. Chris ceased the freezing of the molecules, allowing them all to reheat to the normal room temperature, the flurry of snow returning to its normal, gaseous state. With the concentration of controlling their powers removed, they two brothers collapsed against each other, relaxing from the strain they had put on their minds.

"Thank you, Virgo. We promise that we'll be careful, but we'll still work hard."

"Yes, we will!" Mike agreed emphatically, nodding his head in his excitement. His hair flashed with fire briefly, before he realized his mistake and quenched it. "Mike, you need to be very careful with your power, especially around my family. Vampires are extremely flammable, and will burn beyond recognition quite quickly. That is why your power is so useful against some of our newest opponents.

"Chris, your power will not be particularly destructive to them, but it will be able to immobilize them, at the very least. If their molecules are at absolute-zero, even their powerful physique and lubricating venom cannot help them to move. Your power may not destroy them, but it will render them completely harmless, and possibly brittle as rice paper. It is up to you to learn how to achieve that power, however."

"Alright, I think that's quite enough excitement for one day." Their mother spoke up for the first time since her little spat with Edward; really only two minutes ago. "Aw, but mom!" Mike cried out. He was obviously the more immature of the two, siblings, clearly enjoying the simpler parts of life. Straight explosives were far simpler than subtly freezing an opponent.

"No buts, we're leaving. They want you back tomorrow anyway, so we'll see them then. Now, let's go."

"Fine. We'll see you guys tomorrow." He muttered, Chris merely following silently. His thoughts were still geared around his power, attempting to discern new secrets from his impressive knowledge of Cryokenesis. He was dissecting every ounce of information he had memorized from X-Men, Heroes, and any other source that introduced the power at all. That boy was truly suited to his power; he truly loved ice.

Sorry about taking so long. I have exams coming up, so my posts will be pretty far between. once again, please review and feel free to ask any questions.