Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the Twilight Saga. I do not happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.
Rating: Rated 'T' for 'Teen'. May change later.
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires
Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence
Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte
Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella
02. Bite Depot
Friday, September 22, 1944
Emmett P. O. V.
Five days. That's how long we had to wait to get her introduced to humans; our trip to town was the Friday after the Sunday we moved to Canada. That's how long it took me to adore Bella completely. From her little elfin ears, to her tiny squirmy toes, from her giant doe eyes to her wide thunder thighs, the two of us loved her so wholly that we already considered her our daughter in everything but blood. And I was wrapped around her pinkie finger
"We need paint for Bella's room too Emmett." I swear. I already knew this. It was a good thing the town's only hardware store was only an hour and a half drive. Of course, just about everything was about an hour and a half away from our house. "Do you think she'll like lilac or periwinkle?"
"What's the difference?"
"One's a light pastel purple and the other's a light pastel blue-purple."
"Why don't you just give her swatches and let her pick?" God, the baby was right in front of us. She had an opinion the matter too. Why was I the one that was always asked?
"She's a baby. She can't pick. Babies don't understand."
"She understands more than the ordinary baby." Plus, I did not want to stay in the paint section longer than necessary. It was rank and the fumes couldn't be good for little Bella. "Just try it. What's the harm?" With a sigh, she went along with my suggestion. Bella threw both of the colored papers on the floor with an angry huff. "She didn't like them. Pick something else." Quickly, I averted my eyes when Rosalie gave me a glare. More colors, blues and purples, chosen and thrown on the floor like the first two.
"Don't say it Emmett. Don't say it."
It didn't take me long to learn Bella did not want those periwinkles and lilacs; Rosalie seemed to be a slow learner. "Maybe you should try-"
"I said hush, Emmett." Therefore, even more colors shown to Bella, different lilacs and periwinkles, and every one of them rejected, thrown on the floor for me to clean up.
Eventually, Bella got fed up. "Ban."
"Bella, baby, we ne-"
"Ban."
"We need to pick-"
"Ban!"
"Pick the colors for-"
"Ban!" she shouted, kicking her little feet at my wife. "Ban!" Instead of letting my baby scream herself hoarse like she did last night when we put her blanket and quilts in the washer, I gave her the blankie, which promptly was thrown at my wife's face. "Ban."
"I think she wants her blanket's colors."
Rose slowly pulled the brown and pink patchwork pattern blanket off of her head and folded it up to set next to our adoptive child. "Emmett, just stop."
Tuesday, September 26, 1944
Rosalie P. O. V.
Why was he so much better at this than I was? Isabella loved him so much more than me, and he had been trying to kill her when they met! She absolutely adored him. Trailing after him like some kind of lovesick puppy. At first, I thought it was adorable, but after the fifth day of it, I had had enough. She was supposed to love me; I am the one who saved her. Yes, I did love Bella desperately, like my own flesh and blood, but that didn't mean the green eyed monster known as jealousy didn't attack my heart with its cold calloused hands.
"Ow! No Bella. That's bad." I rushed into the room, hearing him hiss and scold the baby. "Let go Bella. Stop biting me. That hurts!" Ha! Now he knew how it felt to have those tiny little teeth digging into his stony flesh, made all the worse by the fact that she had burning, venomous saliva. "Finally. Ow! No, Bella! No! You're not supposed to bite."
I almost giggled at the sight of Bella dangling from Emmett's jaw where her teeth firmly embedded into him. There was a bite mark on the other side of him, on the joint of where the neck and shoulder were connected. Only a moment passed before I realized what she was doing.
"No, Bella. No!" I shouted at her, trying to assist my husband in dislodging her choppers from the end his jaw. She hissed and scratched at me, trying to keep me away from marking him as her property. "Biting is bad!" Pulling her off proved ineffective, as did the shouts and reprimands. Didn't mean I stopped trying.
Eventually, Emmett had enough of our game of tug of war and snarled at me. "Stop it. You're just making it worse." Looking back at where she was biting, I noticed his neck and shoulder were drenched in his venom. I also saw that she hadn't bitten him anywhere that I had; these were her own marks. I knew that I had never bitten Esme or Carlisle as mine, so why she was claiming him as hers? I was baffled as to whatever reason she would do this. The only time she'd ever misbehaved since the incident when she bit me due to her food was when her blanket and quilts in the process of being cleaned. Sure, she glared at me the rest of the day and refused to let me put her to bed that night, but she had been angry with me for taking them from her.
I took a few steps back until Bella stopped growling at me and waited for Bella to be done with her claiming of my husband. Every time she jerked on his flesh after she bit into him, he would growl at her, which had her whimpering in return. It seemed that she didn't want to hurt him, but she was merely following her instincts. Those instincts were causing him pain, a great deal of pain, yet we still waited for her to be finished with the practice. Sometimes, it could take hours; other times, it could be done with in a few minutes. It all depended on the person and any interferences. I happened to be a big one.
When it was all said and done, Emmett sported seven new bite marks. All of them had been licked and nuzzled by Bella until they healed to a close, but they were all saturated with his and her venom. As was his shirt. What was left of it anyways.
Nahuel's P. O. V.
I should have paid more attention when leaving Bella in that tree. Just where was I? Where had I been? I wasn't close to the coast, I think. I hadn't smelt any sea water anyhow. There was only that scent of worn leather, thick dust, and ageless vegetation. Where could she be?
I can't smell her anywhere! Would she have left if I hadn't come back after a few days? I hope not. Would a family pick her up? That was an almost laughable circumstance. They would all be dead within the hour. Newborns, even our kind, were bloodthirsty and starving in their first year. Hopefully she'll find something to munch on instead of ravaging a town.
Hopefully I'll get to her before someone else destroys her.
Thursday, September 28, 1944
Rosalie P. O. V.
Was I doing something wrong here? Was I just not supposed to have Bella's love? Even before Bella's claiming, she had been all about Emmett. The two were two peas in a pod. Whatever he did she had to take part somehow. If he wanted to wash his car, she wanted to sit on top and watch. If he wanted to play poker, she wanted to be cuddled up on her quilts next to his side while sucking on her thumb. Bella rarely wanted to do anything with me. It was all about Emmett.
Maybe there was something I was missing. He did things a lot differently than I did. After all, Em was a lot more laid back than me; he could put up with the messes they made and the occasional fit she threw. Mostly, I thought he was spoiling her, not dealing and punishing the misbehavior. Of course, that was another argument I'd rather not have with him again. It seemed he thought she was too young for any physical reprimanding, but I knew that if we didn't nip this in the bud now, we'd have a hard time dealing with it later when she was used to doing it. She might be half-human, but she was still half-vampire.
Fixated on my depression, I was surprised when I felt a tiny hand on my calf. I looked down at the brown haired angel, the air getting lodged in my throat when she suddenly hugged my leg. "Mama…"
Like how Emmett described it, my chest seized up, filling with the warmth of knowing her feelings for me. It was like someone squeezed out all of the bitter hate out of my dead heart and replaced it with happiness and love. "I love you Bella."
Maybe I've been doing things right after all.
Saturday, September 30, 1944
Emmett's P. O. V.
Rosalie had me take Bella out Friday morning when Bella woke up and informed me that I wasn't allowed to come back until tonight or Sunday morning. Once she said something about paint fumes, I was tossing bags into the back of my car and strapping Bella into her seat. Apparently everything had finally arrived for Bella's room. Took long enough. Never have I ever had an order take an entire week to arrive. Apparently living out in the boonies wasn't good for human delivery systems.
If I had been the one to answer the door, I definitely would have had a few words with them before they left. Fortunately for them, I had been busy trying to help Bella try to walk without falling every couple dozen feet. She might be great at traveling through the trees, flinging herself from one to the next, but she was terribly clumsy when trying to walk without the aid of walls or tree trunks. Hopefully that was just a baby thing and she would soon have a vampire's grace.
I gave my baby a little shake, just enough to try to disturb her slumber. "Bella, baby, wake up." Immediately, I was smacked in the face with her hand as she flipped over to try to get away from me disturbing her. "No-no. You gotta wake up, Baby. We've got loads to do today." All I got was a growl as she burrowed deeper in her quilts. "I'm gonna take Ban." This time there was a snarl. "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna take Ban."
With a huff, she sat up, lifting her arms to be taken away to her bath. But first, we were in dire need of tickles. My thick fingers attacked her sides lightly, sending her into fits of laughter. I had to sit on the bed and pull her into my lap to keep her from breaking the bed with her kicks.
That would be a strange conversation to have with the hotel management. "Why yes, I did break the bed. How? Oh, you know… prostitutes. I'll happily pay for the damages." That was something I'd normally do just to hear the employees make up stories about how wild they thought Rosalie and I were to do whatever destruction to the room that we inflicted. It was just from horsing around and no actual sex would be involved.
Humans could be so peculiar.
Bella gave a frustrated shout, tired of my antics, and I knew Tickle-Time was over. I carted her to the bathroom, stripping her down and bathing her quickly in the sudsy water. Washing her hair had to be saved for last because she always fought through anyone trying to detangle her hair. It seemed like she knew what was coming because she was ready to fight back when I reached for the comb and soap. Bella's lathered hands were frantic as she scratched at my left arm holding her against the side of the tub. I was lucky she wasn't as strong as a normal vampire or I'd be shit out of luck with trying to get this done. Quickly, I loaded down her head with the scented soap and started rubbing it in with the one hand. Once the comb started slipping through her hair, she began her sobs. Perhaps if her hair wasn't so thick and curled, we wouldn't have this problem. I wished Rosalie would let me get it cut, because all the challenges I went through every morning when she received her bath was just ridiculous.
I had to hold Bella up to rinse her off, and then give her a quick pat dry before attacking the rat's nest of a mane she had with the towel to finish drying it. After that was the brush. Yet another time she'd kick and scream. However, once all the tangles were out, she would be just fine. Thankfully, there wasn't much wrestling to be done today, and I managed to get her hair into loose pigtails with bows.
My shower had been taken while she was asleep. Normally I didn't need one everyday, but after laying beside the Sweat Monster for four hours night after night, I decided one was necessary in the morning. Baby sweat smelled less attractive than it sounded. Which was gross all in itself.
At first I thought about trying to get her into the little frilly dress that Rosalie packed for her to wear, but I knew how much she hated wearing loose clothes like skirts and dresses. Especially if it had lace. So, I searched for the overalls that Bella preferred. If Rosie didn't pack that, I didn't know what I'd do. Hopefully there were some pants or something my baby couldn't tangle her legs up in. And just my luck, all she sent me with were sleeping clothes and more versions of that damn dress. It was like she hated me or just didn't care about Bella's preferences. I was hoping for the former.
Looked like I was putting her in a sleeping one-sie until we got to a store I could buy her something to wear. Strange. This particular sleeper wear was big on her a couple of days ago, now it was fitting snug. Did all babies grow this fast or was it a Bella thing? I was going to have to get my own journal to put all these unanswered questions in.
When it came down to shoes, they had to be forgone as I couldn't get her to settle her feet down enough to put anything on her. At least she was wearing some thick socks. If I kept forcing the issue now, I'd have a hard time getting her into the baby stroller. Normally that wasn't a big deal, but if she was already upset, then she would fight everything I tried to do. It was possible I could get them on when I got her out to the car or out of it to get her to the stroller it I decided to use it.
One change of my own clothes later, since I had still been damp from Bella's bath, and a wool cap on Bella's head, and I was ready to head out to the car. Maybe I should have put gloves on her… No, Emmett, if you start this now, you'll never leave the hotel. I checked out of the hotel, just in case I was finally allowed back home tonight. I could always check into one of the other three that this town had.
Thankfully, Bella was agreeable into being strapped down in her carrier, but she still refused the shoes. As soon as I started the car, she quieted down to listen to the vehicle's engine.
Our arrival at the general clothing store went without difficulty. Still, she kicked at me at the sight of shoes. Moving her into the stroller proved more challenging that I thought it would be. Every time someone would pass by us, which was every couple seconds, they would coo at her, complementing me at her beauty. Even if she wasn't my child biologically, it was still an ego stroke to know that they thought this gorgeous little girl came from me. It seemed Bella didn't like people. Or, she didn't care for humans.
This shouldn't be too bad.
Ending Author's Notes: On a side note, I was listening to "Best I Ever Had" by Train throughout most of the writing of this chapter. It has nothing to do with the chapter itself though.
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