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Chapter Five

Sunlight Glows Like The Star It Is

A full day had sped by since Alice had tried to apologise, Charlotte had claimed the nickname 'Malice', I had went all crazy on Emmett and Peter had hushed his bank card while holding it to his chest, comforting it. Vincent and I had stayed in the barn all night, watching as the two horses slept quietly, our conversations low-key and secret, so that was where we sat, waiting until the sun lit the sky. His head was leaning against my arm as he played happily with small sticks of straw that littered the ground. How could kids be so easily amused? I remember, faintly, that my childhood was spent looking after my mum, waiting for her to turn up at home, cooking dinner for her at a young age. My dad was not the same but they had a lot in common. I hardly ever got to see them.

"Guys, c'mon you've gotta see this", Peter said excitedly as he appeared, dragging us out of the barn and into the early morning air. "This is gonna be awesome!"

I felt a smile tug at my lips as he bent down, scooped up Vincent and jogged off to stand by Charlotte and Garret, who were sat on the porch steps. Garrett was chuckling wildly, leaning back on his elbows and watching as the woman I knew he considered his sister spoke, muttering words like 'Malice' and 'manipulative' from what I could hear. Her hair was let loose, waving across her shoulders and she shook her head quickly, grinning widely at the man to her left. They didn't even notice a smirking Peter, who kept giggling madly and childishly, until he had practically dumped Vincent on Garrett's lap then sprawled himself over Charlotte's outstretched legs.

"Ah, dear husband of mine, you always know ways to crush me", she groaned, flicking his ear hard before giggling, "and it bloody well hurts".

His only answer to that was to dig his elbow deeper into her thigh, chuckling to himself when she began to batter his shoulders. As I had said before, they were a weird but wonderful couple. A very odd pairing. They just seemed to…go together. Like a set of shoes. Okay, that sounded stupid but it proves my point. They go with each other. Anyone would be lucky to have a relationship like theirs, I was sure, and if I ever found one, I would never let it go.

Moving with grace that I was still surprised to have, I sat beside Garrett and wound my arm around him before laying my head on his shoulder. Leaning towards me, his arm wrapped around my shoulders and squeezed me tightly against his side, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead. See, this was a relationship I could deal with. Sibling-like. Garrett was a good man, I mean, what girl wouldn't want a guy who killed bad guys? It would be like dating a handsome murderer who was trying to be good but needed to drink the blood of his victims to get satisfaction. Why had I rambled about that?

"The sun's gonna be comin' up soon", Peter drawled before Charlotte pecked his lips, "and I wanna see it with my beautiful wife".

The 'beautiful wife' in question giggled as her husband snuggled down beside her, tucking his arm around her waist and a smirk forming on his lips. It wasn't long until the sky started to glow a purple-pink colour from the sun beginning to peek over the tops of the trees. Vincent began to mumble about the colours he could see when Garrett asked him to list them all off for him. He sat half on my knee and half on Garrett's, counting each colour on his hands until he used both hands them moved on to mine.

"I can see a bit of red, too", he nodded, his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. "Just like you're eyes, Mummy, so very pretty".

If my heart hadn't already been frozen, it would have gone still at that moment. And I could tell that everyone else had gone still as well, turning to look at the little boy perched between two very shocked vampires, one of them being me. His tiny hands gripped one of my own and started to count off the sounds that could be heard in a short distance of where we sat: birds singing, animals rustling around the shrubs, conversations that were going on inside the house. The list went on but I was still stunned by his 'mummy' thing. Peter was gazing up at me, a frown furrowing his features, while Charlotte was silently clapping her hands in joy, muttering about parenthood for eternity.

You know how when something happens that you never thought would happen and you never actually had a thought like that? It's as if you did not even think about that type of thing happening at all. Well, Vincent calling me 'mummy' was like a thought like that. Shock was all I felt within myself. Along with a little happiness that could be felt growing within me.

"Why's Uncle Em and Rosalie fighting?" Vincent asked softly, staring up into my face with wide orange-pink eyes that stood out from his pale skin. "Did something bad happen?"

Listening until I found the two vampires in question, I focused on their conversation that did sound like arguing. They were standing in the living room, alone, and I could hear the snapping of an object, maybe a chunk of wood or something like that.

"He's your nephew and she's the one looking after him", Rosalie hissed. "Why is that?"

I could hear Emmett sigh before he said, "She's his sire, Rose. She's got a bond with him that I'll never get, plus I don't think I'd be ready to put up with a kid".

"But I would help you", she whined loudly, "and we'd raise him as our own".

"Is that what's bugging you? That you don't have a kid?" He snapped, "'Cos if so, get used to him calling Bella 'mummy' 'cos I'm sure it's gonna happen a lot more".

There was the sound of shoes tapping against the floor before the front door swung open and clattered off of the wall behind me. Hearing the unneeded breathing that could only belong to one person, I elbowed Garrett lightly, telling him to move up a bit then I scooted over with him, making room. A large, solid body fell down beside me and another sigh left him.

"Morning", Emmett gave a small wave before looking to the boy in my lap. "Hiya, little man! Have a good non-sleeping night?"

Vincent giggled, climbing from my lap to Emmett's and began yapping on about the colours and sounds that could be seen and heard in the morning. His arms waved around quickly, flashing in my vision before he was pointing off into the distance, saying something about 'birdies flying into the sun's glow'. At the mention of the sun, I glanced over at it. Well, Peter was right. The view was awesome. With the different cheerful colours, the sky was such an amazing sight. Yellows, oranges, reds and pinks were all swiped across the usually blue sky.

"Did you know that the sun's a huge star?" Vincent smiled, nodding along with his words, "Ma daddy told me".

Looking down at him with pure admiration, I noticed how happy he looked explaining things to us all. If Vincent was still able to grow up, he probably would have gotten a job as a teacher of some sort or someone with the need for giving explanations. But I really wanted to know where he had learnt all of this information. It obviously wasn't where we found him. And he spoke about his father but I couldn't help wondering where this man was because, surely, Vincent's dad would be searching for him. The police would know, it would be on the news and there would be search parties. Unless there was something else to his little life story.

"Vinnie", Emmett muttered almost silently, "where is your daddy?"

His chubby, boyish face scrunched up then, into a frown of puzzlement. He stared downwards for a good while, as if he were shoving through the memories and was trying to find the one that would answer the question. As time slowly went on, it was like pain was filling his eyes as realisation hit him.

"Daddy went away", Vincent answered. "He was taken one night by a big car that screamed. Ma daddy's friend took me away, too, but I never seen Daddy again".

"Where were you taken to?"

He shrugged, "He took me to that big house that you found me in, Mummy. The people there weren't very nice. They hit me and burned me a little but I knew someone would help me and you did 'cos I knew it", a smile broke out on his face, brightening the world in my eyes.

Feeling my frozen heart clench, I grinned down at the curly-haired kid and wrapped my arms around his small but strong frame. I could feel venom stinging my eyes and out of habit, my hand reached up to brush away any falling tears before they could be noticed. The sound of people stepping away made me turn around to watch as Peter, Charlotte and Garrett moved into the house, giving me a gentle smile with comforting eyes. As the door closed behind them, I felt a sob erupt from my throat and I hid my face in the crook of Vincent's neck. Why was I crying? I didn't know if it was because of Vincent's destroyed childhood or if it was still because he had called me his 'mummy', I just wasn't sure. The sobs kept coming and soon I was sure, if I had been human, my throat would be burning quite a bit at this moment.

An arm wound around my waist, tugging me away from the child, who might be seriously frightened of my now, and placed me beside a muscular body. Looking up, Emmett's golden eyes met my red ones, conveying how grateful he felt that I was the one looking after Vincent with one look. My own eyes were still stinging so I closed them and let Emmett pull me against him until I was practically hidden under his thick arm. Small fingers intertwined with my own and squeezed and I couldn't help but let out another sob at the little gesture of comfort.

Vincent McCarty was a real star. Better than the sun and any other star.

OOO

Hours passed but the three of us didn't move, letting the sun hit off of our skin and watched the sparkles come off of our bodies. Emmett had stayed completely silent, allowing the suns warmth to soak into his rock solid skin as I tried to hide from the light. Vincent was in awe as he stroked a tiny finger down Emmett's cheek, noticing how their skin was a perfect match with each other. His dimpled smile made an appearance before it turned into a full-blown, beaming grin. Giggles escaped his parted lips and I let a smile curve my lips a little. Such a happy kid. Almost too happy…

"Glitter", Vincent yelled, clapping his hand against Emmett's cheek, "is so cool, right? And we have it all over us, too".

A series of booming laughs came from Emmett as Vincent sniggered sweetly and I could feel his chest vibrate at the strength of his chuckles. My smile grew at the sounds of their happiness. Fate worked in weird ways, didn't it? Meeting Vincent, changing him, the Cullens appearing and then finding out Emmett and Vincent were related. That was a lot of things to happen in a short length of time. Time had flown by. Everything went by quickly.

"Vince, do you wanna go an' hunt?" A voice called out.

Surprisingly, it was Jasper who had appeared in front of us. His honey blonde waves were tucked behind his ears and a broad grin stretched across his face and there was a sudden rush of joy that floated through me. He was up to something, the angel-look-alike demon person. But what? Feeling my mind go as three hundred mile per hour, I watched as Vincent took a wary step towards the blonde vampire before outstretching a hand towards him. I watched with worried eyes as Jasper bent down and scooped the child up into his arms, giving me a wink before darting off into the forest and disappearing out of sight. Eyes narrowing, I clenched my hands into fists around Emmett's t-shirt, allowing myself to slowly get to my feet and move in the direction they had left in.

"Tut tut, Bella", Emmett chuckled happily from behind me, grabbing my wrist. "Leave them be, Jazz just wants to get to know him. Get inside the kid's head a little".

"Why not leave that to Edward?" I snarled, swinging my free arm backwards, only to have that held in a tight grip as well. "Surely, he's already seen inside the boy's mind?"

The look on his face was severe as he pulled me closer to him, bending at the knee slightly so he was closer to my height. A sneer was fixed on my face until Emmett moved a hand and nipped my bottom lip, pulling it out and taking a step away from me but forcing me to follow. His grip on got tighter when I fought against him, causing me to whimper at the pain in my lip.

"Ow!" I yelped, trying to wriggle free. "Emmett, let go!"

Snorting, he continued to take long strides away from me without a second thought. My eyes narrowed as I noticed where we were heading: Towards the Cullens Jeep. Feeling my top lip curl into a snarl and my fury heighten, I quickly made a plan for my escape. Now, why did that make me feel stupid? When Emmett moved to take another step backwards, I shoved my body backwards and away from him and kicked my right leg higher than my left. The sound, a loud crack, echoed throughout the area when my right foot found purchase just under Emmett's jaw, in line with his chin. His head snapped backwards and with it, his hands let go of my wrist and bottom lip.

"You're a little cow!" He shouted before beaming, "And you're amazingly good at that!"

Still frowning as he grinned, I crouched down, low to the ground, and watched when Emmett rubbed his slightly cracked jaw, sealing it shut with a bit of venom on his finger. Well, that hadn't gone as I had planned. He was supposed to be in pain like I had been.

"Emmett, are you okay?" Rosalie's tone was stern, not an ounce of caring in it, as she stormed towards me, eyes never leaving my face.

"I'm all good, Rosie!"

She didn't acknowledge his answer as she stood in front of me, hands on her hips and a scowl marring her unnaturally beautiful face. Her eyes are blazing, almost like bubbling, liquid gold that would burn anyone who touched it. The downward curve of her lips tells me that the hatred she has felt for me over the time we've know each other has increased a lot. It didn't bother me like it used to and for that, I was grateful for my changed body. Being a vampire and fighting Rosalie would be easier now. If I was still human, she'd killed me with one touch. That was a scary thought.

My lips curled and I took a step closer to her, "You're trying to threaten me, Rosalie, but it isn't working, honey. You want to scare me, bring a lighter and burn my body before my head 'cos I'd freak at that".

I must have offended her in some way as a growl left her clenched teeth, rumbling through the air until it reached my sensitive ears. Watching as her arm stretched back before throwing her hand forwards, I ducked just as her fingers were about to grip into my hair. Using as much force as I could muster, I swung my leg in a wide circle and hooked it around her legs, yanked her ankles closer to me and let her fall to the ground with a heavy thump. A feeling of being proud of myself flicked on like a light switch as I saw her pink, skinny jeans were dirtied by the dusty sand-covered ground.

"Bitch", she shrieked, leaping to her feet and jumping for my once more.

Again, she ended up on the floor but this time I had thrown her over my shoulder like it was nothing, which, technically, it was because of my strength and all. It was when Emmett was dragging her away, arms locked around her waist as Rosalie went absolutely mental, that I noticed Peter and Garrett at the living room window, faces pressed against the glass, smirking so smugly. They waved like manically, making me beam, but then they disappeared, Charlotte and Esme's faces taking their places. From the look of Charlotte's face, I knew she wasn't happy at all and by the look on Esme's, I knew they had argued lately.

God, life wasn't getting any better, now, was it?

OOO

I was surprised to find out what Esme and Charlotte had been arguing about but it made a lot of sense for their very controlling personalities; one more controlling than the other, though. Vincent's new room needed to be decorated and they both had very different ideas. Esme wanted dinosaurs on one wall and zoo animals on the other. Charlotte wanted to have a racing car theme around the entire room, complete was a car shaped bed, which would never be used, and carpet coloured like an actual road. Don't get me wrong, both ideas were good but I knew Vincent would want his own say in it as it was going to be his bedroom.

So I stood between the two women and told them exactly that. Vincent would want to have his say and they would listen to it. Peter and Carlisle agreed quietly, fearing the punches their wives would throw their way and Garrett nodded, agreeing with me as I continued to explain that they had good ideas but Vincent didn't seem interested in that kind of stuff. He was geekier, almost. With a love of knowledge and learning. So, they promised to ask him when Jasper brought him back and I was hoping that was soon because I couldn't deal with the glaring that was going on between the two motherly women.

So relationships are blooming! Wow... If you haven't already noticed, I don't LIKE Rosalie but that's only because of Emmett (quite sad, really).

I was wondering what you readers are hoping to see in this fanfic. I've had some ideas, like: Death, Volturi, Werewolves? So tell me what you want to see in a review or PM me. That would be amazingly helpfuly.

Another thing, I got a review recently giving an opinion on how Emmett and Bella will end up together. Should Emmett leave Rosalie? Or should Rosalie leave Emmett?

Do you love, like, dislike or hate this fanfic? I'm just asking randomly so...