Chapter 15

New Life

Rosalie POV

I watched the horrific scene unfold in front of me, searing itself into my perfect brain. Aaron, turning into the creature that I held within my stomach. Aaron, killing a boy faster than any of my family –or any other vampire- could ever hope to. And then Michael. Michael moved even faster, the heat he radiated reaching even me, on the other side of the room. My eyes, my perfect vampire eyes, were not fast enough to catch the motion that sent Aaron crashing through the walls, followed by a flaming ball of death.

My mind shut down after that.

My stomach began to thrash, liquid pouring down my leg. Edward…My water broke… I was shocked as I heard myself think this, still not fully comprehending that I was giving birth. A sharp kick snapped me back from my thoughts, but not back to reality. The kick was more powerful than any vampire could ever achieve; we truly were the lesser species here. I cried out in pain and fell to the floor, clutching at the lump in my stomach.

As soon as the cry left my lips, however, it stopped. The thrashing; the kicking; it all stopped. I'm sorry, Mommy. A small voice spoke into my head, drawing my attention, once again, to the child in my womb. I'll be careful. I'm just…so scared. The fire boy will hurt me. How did she know about Michael? I can see through your eyes. I can hear through your ears. Just like Edward. Edward had flashed to my side as he heard this, his mind undoubtedly racing through several possibilities.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, distracting himself from his theories. "Rosalie, we should move upstairs. I don't think anyone of the humans would appreciate seeing a vampire give birth. Or anyone who is giving birth, for that matter." He added with a small chuckle. It was strained, however, trying to block out the scene that came pounding back into my head.

I looked at Michael, who turned to look at me. My stomach trembled, her tiny emotions running through my mind. "I won't hurt her. She is not a threat." He said his voice more dead than any human I had ever heard. Man, this is day is turning into a nightmare. I thought as Edward picked me up. I wish that Carlisle were here.

As we burst through the door to Carlisle's study –the same room that Bella gave birth to Renesmée in all those years ago –A bright light appeared at the other end of the table that had been set out weeks ago. Rosalie, I am going to put you to sleep, merely for a few seconds. You do not want to be awake during the actual process. Trust me; it will be over before you know it. Wardient's thoughts permeated my brain, my thoughts turning into mush as he spoke. Edward set me on the metal table just as consciousness left my body for the first time in nearly a hundred years.

Alternate POV

A glowing hand reached into my warm, dark little room, gently grasping my ankle. The touch felt strange, like a blazing hot sun without the burn, and I cringed away from it. My movements were utterly useless though, as the hand still grabbed me, and pulled me from my safe haven. I felt my mommy's mind slipping away from me; her pretty dreams of sleep growing dark.

Hot air touched my skin as I emerged, followed immediately by scalding light, forcing my eyes closed. A deathly wail rose from my throat as I cried, the pain of the light overriding my common sense; that it was not that bad.

My mommy's memories flowed through my head, giving me pretty pictures and words to play with while Uncle Edward cleaned me; I had stopped crying very quickly. Warm hands took me away from him, and I felt my mommy's mind return to me. Mommy, where am I? I asked her quietly; I could not find my mouth. Pictures entered my mind of a room with Edward, the glowing man, Wardient, and my mommy, Rosalie. Their names all tumbled easily from my mind, having learned them all while I watched them from my mommy's womb.

A new sense entered my mind, tearing me away from the family that was staring down at me; I had found my mouth, and my throat burned. My mind recognized the feeling from Rosalie as the need to hunt, but it was so much worse! My family had nothing compared to what I felt right now. My throat was going to explode pretty soon, causing my voice to tear through the silent room once again.

"Edward, she needs blood." A voice spoke, but I was too busy trying to stop the burn to care who it was. Thankfully, a mere two seconds later –I already could sense the movement of time perfectly –he returned with a bottle of something warm, the smell heavenly. My arms had lashed out without my conscious thought, grabbing the bottle of red liquid. My lips found the teat quickly, sucking for the elixir that would cool my burning throat.

Relief came immediately as the force of my sucking broke through the teat, the blood pouring freely into my mouth. All too soon, the blood was gone, my mouth retrieving nothing but empty air from the bottle.

I opened my eyes, slowly, and let the bottle drop to the floor. The light still hurt, but it was not blinding anymore. My eyes first found my mommy's face, the most beautiful face that I would ever see; greater than my imagination could have ever supplied. Her eyes were glowing, staring down into mine, as though they held their own personal sun that radiated warmth throughout her whole body from there. "Micaiah." Mommy breathed out, barely heard by my ears.

"That's a very beautiful name, Rosalie." Edward said, hearing her thoughts. My throat still hurt, but not as much. I turned my head to take in my surroundings, the room imprinting itself in my brain like a camera.

Just that moment, Emmett exploded through the door, shattering it in his haste. "She's beautiful…" he said, his jaw dropping open as he saw me. I looked into his eyes, the same flame boiling there as was in Mommy's, and saw myself for the first time in them.

My skin was brighter than anything that Mommy had ever seen, the sun reflecting off of my skin in billions of dazzling stars; stars far more radiant than the diamonds that glittered on their skin. My eyes were a dead black with a ring of dazzling red where my iris was; it was really creepy. My hair was just as black, already touching my shoulders. My face was perfect, but not as perfect as Mommy's; nothing could beat that. My tiny body was shining as though from within, giving me an angelic appearance.

And then I saw my back. Curled against my skin were two lumps, three thick cords, like fingers, running down them. I could feel them on me, the venom that carried my brain's messages running through them quickly. The two lumps stretched from my back, the fingers stretching the skin between them. A single bone made the upper outline, supporting the fingers and skin from my shoulder blades.

My wings were the least angelic part about me. They glittered just like the rest of me, but their shape screamed menacing, their bat-like shape the epitome of evil.

"You're not evil, Micaiah." Edward said, slowly walking towards me. Mommy gasped as Edward responded to my thoughts. I turned to her, showing her a memory that I had seen through her eyes.

The boy turned quickly from a giant wolf into an ugly grey creature with wings, claws growing from his fingers. He flashed to another boy, killing him and drinking his blood faster than mommy could blink. Recognition dawned on me as I recognized the boy as a vampire; that is what mommy thought that I would look like.

"Honey, that was another boy, who had all of the vampiric urges thrust upon him with no preparation. You'll do much better." She cooed, hugging me tightly.

"What? What was she thinking, Hon?" Emmett asked worriedly, dashing over to the two of us.

"She was just thinking absurd thoughts that she was evil, and was remembering that boy downstairs." She replied quietly, still nuzzling my head. "Come on, Emmett, let's go and show everyone." Mommy sighed happily, standing up gracefully.

I heard the pitter of tiny feet flying up the stairs, and Alice smashed through the door. "No! Don't bring her down, Rosalie! She can't handle it; there are far too many humans there. She won't even be able to handle the werewolves. Any blood at all will set her off, human or not. Don't do it." Alice said this all in one breath, squeezing everything out so fast that I could barely hear it. Because I did hear it, however, I felt sad; I really was evil, if I would kill anything with blood.

"No, Micaiah, don't think that. Every vampire has trouble controlling themselves around blood, even as adults. Don't think that you're evil, just because you have a stronger urge to drink. That is just how life is, for vampires." Edward said, speaking directly to my thoughts. He took every doubt of mine, and crushed it; just like that.

My mommy hugged me as my body began to shiver. My eyes pricked, as though they were trying to push something out, but nothing came. Little bursts of air popped from my throat, making little, and sad sounds in my mouth. My nose tickled as my lips trembled, the rest of my body jerking with the little pops of air.

"Aw, honey, don't cry." Mommy said. Crying? I thought. So this is what it feels like…I don't like it. Edward chuckled lightly at my thoughts, causing a small smile to crack on my still trembling lips. "Okay, Alice. We'll stay up here, away from the others.

"Do you think we should take her hunting?" She asked, her face lighting up. I liked that idea; hunting looked fun. Yes, can we? I asked Edward, looking at him. "Yes, that sounds like a great idea. Shall we go right now?" He asked, looking at me.

"Wait! I'm coming too!" Bella shouted from downstairs. She appeared in the doorway a second later, smiling widely. Her dark brown hair fluttered around her face as she stopped, her deep-gold eyes sparkling with…excitement? I think that I like Bella. Edward smiled widely at that, wrapping his arm around his wife.

"Wait, how long has it been since we all went hunting?" Emmett asked, looking at each person as they remembered the last hunt, almost a week ago. This hunting thing must have been really great, if all of my family was into it. Jasper came upstairs then, hearing the conversation. "Do you think that we can leave all of these people here, alone?" He asked quietly. He had a slightly haunted look in his eyes, as though the scene downstairs had reminded his of something horrible in his past.

"Yes, Esme." Alice piped up. "I'm positive that it will be fine. Besides, if anything goes wrong, everyone is human down there; the twins can deal with it." How is Alice so sure that nothing will happen? I asked my mommy. "Well, she can see the future, Micaiah. She can see when things are going to happen, unless they happen very fast." So that is why she did not stop that vampire boy. I thought, connecting the two facts.

"Alright, let's go hunting!" Edward said as he opened the glass door in the wall. I was wondering why there was a door up here. I thought as Emmett jumped out the open wall. All of us followed, and I giggled as Emmett began singing a silly song:

"A hunting we will go!
A hunting we will go!
High-ho the derry-oh,
A hunting we will go!"

Orion POV

We were rampaging. The wolves had grown restless; unable to keep themselves human, and had destroyed an entire village. The humans within had screamed, pleading for someone to help them. I could not have cared less. These humans would encounter a worse fate if I did not continue on my path to Washington; to destroy The Witch.

I would have merely warped us across space to Washington, but I felt the need to make an army worthy of crushing a nation; knowing the demoness, I would need it. She would have been anticipating my imminent arrival, gathering as many friends as she could. She would need them.

"Come, we are going to make a special stop a few miles from here. Just a little present for the cacodemon that awaits us in Washington." I said coldly, opening a small hole to a large factory in Russia. "Nuclear warheads." I spoke aloud, referring to the large missile resting in front of us.

"Um…Orion? These won't stop her, or even hinder her in the slightest. She can just open a hole and shove them off to some deep part of space." Jane spoke up, her tiny voice slightly higher. She was afraid that I would do something for her doubt. "Oh, I will not let her do a thing. You see, we can block each other's abilities, but that is all that we are capable of while we are doing so. That is why we are building armies, to do the fighting for us while we subdue each other. I will paralyze her, and she will paralyze me, once the nuclear missiles are ready to strike down on Washington.

"I have every confidence that they will have some form of protection, I am just seeing how resourceful she has been these past few months." I said easily, as though I were discussing the weather. "Besides, if she cannot summon some form of protection, and the bombs destroy them all? All the better." A cruel smile cracked my face as I thought of how easily these bombs could destroy her, and her entire army.

A small noise brought my attention away from the bombs, to the door behind us. "Hey, what are you doing in here?" Several humans had entered the doorway, raising their guns to shoot us.

"Shall we take them into our army?" I asked Alec as the four men dropped to the ground, immobilized by Jane's ability. "Yes. I think that they would be quite handy. They are well trained, and can be easily retrained." Jane said, smiling her evil smile as the men twitched and screamed.

"Very well, change them." I said, and then turned my attention to the wolves. "Three of you will take jets, carrying nuclear missiles, and launch them at the Washington Peninsula. The bombs must be detonated by a remote within the aircraft, and they cannot be transported or controlled any other way." As I told them this, I taught them how to commandeer these particular jets, enabling them to fly and maneuver easily. "You will leave now."

I opened several spatial rifts, dropping a wolf into each of three cockpits. I also loaded a nuclear missile into each jet, preparing them for launch. "What happens if they detonate the bomb wrong?" Felix asked as he stared after the remaining wolves, only a small shred of compassion in his heart. "That is why I used them, not you." I replied, uninterested in explaining much more. The sound of the jets taking flight reached my ears, and I extended my mind to open a portal to Washington. "They are pawns, to be sacrificed by the king."