A/N Everyone OOC. Charlie is a total jerk, sorry. I do not own Twilight 

Chapter One Sextuplets

Bella

"Get out, Bella" Charlie boomed when I told him I was pregnant. I had to tell him. I was merely days along and I looked about five or six months. I have been felling little nudges for about two days now. I ran upstairs and threw my clothes, a few books, my lap top and my entire life time savings. Charlie didn't look at me when I passed. He just shook his head and muttered something about, how embarrassing it was going to be when people found out I was pregnant. I snorted to myself. What would you say when you found out my children are going to be part vampire? I thought coldly to myself.

I dragged my bag out to the truck and climbed in. My little nudger started to nudge. I rubbed my stomach and murmured, "don't worry, I know a place for us to go".

Now that I think about it, my life has now reached an all time low. Edward was gone. He doesn't love me or want me. I must have just been time filler, so he didn't get bored. I am now homeless and pregnant with a half vampire/ half human baby. There was only one place left for me to go and as much as I didn't want to go back there, it was my only option. I was only doing it for my unborn child. He cannot be born on the streets. I drove until I reached the place I was looking for. The Cullen manor looked the same as it did last time I was there. I felt a familiar lump in my throat and warm tears burning my eyes as I made my way up the Cullen's walkway and into the house.

Inside the house was exactly the same, too. The furniture was all accounted for. His grand piano still sat in the living room. I walked over to the refrigerator to find a fully stocked fridge. I waddled over to the sofa and lay down. I eventually fell into an uneven sleep.

I woke up the next morning to the blissful sound of birds chirping. I sat up with some difficulty. I was awfully big. God, maybe I'm having twins. I stood up, scooped up my bags and walked up stairs. I threw my things in the largest room in the house. Carlisle and Esme's room. The room had a huge king sized bed, a white and gold trimmed dresser and a semi-big walk in closet.

I left that room and walked across the hall. Jasper and Alice's old room was filled with old history text-books and diaries. Alice's closet was still filled with all of her clothes. Wait, she left her clothes. Maybe they got new clothes every time they went to a new town. Edward's room was still filled with CD's and books. There were few of my belongings in there as well. Rosalie and Emmett's room was…well, I am never going in there again. The room was filled with costumes, handcuffs and poses of Emmett that I am sure will be a contributing role in any future therapy I will sure need now. I made a point to close that door very quickly. The next room left to explore was Carlisle's study.

The study looked like a home doctor's office. It was exactly the same as the last time I was in here. Even the expensive medical supplies were there. What confused me was the refrigerator right in the middle of the room. I opened the fridge and gasped. Inside the fridge were bottles of clear or foggy liquids with names of drugs on them. There were creams, jells and even shots of liquid sugar. But that was only on the door. The rest of the large fridge was filled with blood. Donated blood, obviously. Wow! They probably had it incase I needed a transfusion while I was at the house. I wasn't that much of a klutz.

My stomach let out a growl and I wondered downstairs. I made myself a very quick macaroni and cheese casserole. After I at I sat down on the sofa and waited. Just like the past few days; I threw up. That's when a thought hit me. It's not about what I want; it's about what my baby wants. My baby is half vampire. That means my baby wants blood. I walked up stairs and did one thing I never thought I would do. I drank blood.

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It's been a month since I arrived at the Cullen's old manor and it was evident that they were not coming back. However at this precise I didn't care. Noting mattered except the pain I was now in. The ripping pain in my lower stomach; it made me imagine what it was like to be ripped to shreds. Blood was now oozing out of my stomach along with babies. Not just one, but six. I was so weak at the point I could hardly comprehend anything. I picked up the one that was closest to my hand. It was a boy. My son looked at me with his wide green eyes. He smiled revealing a mouth full of very white teeth. Then he sank his teeth into my weak flesh. I screamed and dropped him. I heard the sound of six babies crying. I couldn't do anything, because fire was now pulsing through my veins. I closed my eyes and let the fire take me.

Wakes up and looks around the house.