Born of Vampire and Human
Title: Born of Vampire and Human
Author: albion_witch
Fandom(s): Twilight: Breaking Dawn
Rating: A light PG
Word Count: 1398
Inspiration: Various discussions on what if Renesmee wasn’t born the perfect special little snowflake and instead was more monstrous-looking.
Summary: There is absolutely no way to predict how vampire and human genes are going to mix. Bella, just because vampires are beautiful to you doesn’t mean that when you mix them with humans, something equally beautiful will pop out. -Mervin, Breaking Dawn: Chapter 10 (part 1) sporking.
It was a perfect day.
The fiery pain that I endured days ago seemed thousands of years away and, like Sleeping Beauty; I had woken up from a long, terrible sleep. Edward, my own Prince Charming, raced with me through the woods. I even outran him, a feat I couldn’t dream of achieving when I first met him. I even got my own fairytale castle, albeit a small but lovely little Tudor cottage in the woods.
After the vigorous bed-breaking love-making with Edward, I asked to see the rest of the family.
“Just be patient,” Edward said. “They’ll be coming in a bit.”
“Why can’t we see them at the house?” I asked as I put on a white lace dress.
“The house is still a mess.”
Why was Edward lying to me?
“Edward, where’s the baby?”
“The baby?” Edward answered, reluctantly.
Strange. How could Edward forget about his child?
“Is that why-” I then scoffed. “You’ve seen me resist human blood. I’m not gonna eat him.”
As I turned to the door, I felt him grab my arm. I glanced back at him. He looked frightened.
“Bella, you can’t go into the house,” Edward pleaded.
Pulling my arm out from his grasp, I raced out of the cottage. I sped right past the trees until I reached the familiar white house.
“Bella, no!”
I looked up and saw Alice, coming off of the roof and landing with grace that a dancer would be jealous of.
“Bella, you shouldn’t go in the house,” Alice warned. She tried to grab me, but, sidestepping her, I made my way to door. Carlisle, Esme, and Rosalie were in the living room, gathered around a clear plastic basinet. Carlisle was the first to look up at me. There was a worried look on his face.
“You’re here to see your baby,” Carlisle said. “There were complications. She’s alive, but her condition is rather delicate at this point.”
He motioned Esme and Rosalie to move away from the basinet. I approached it, realizing that it was one of those incubators that they put the very ill babies in. Just how delicate was the baby?
I looked into the incubator and my heart would have stopped if it was beating. It was marble white, but I could see the veins throbbing beneath its skin. Its head was shaped like an egg and just as smooth. It had slits for eyes, flat nostrils and a lipless mouth. Its scrawny body squirmed as it opened its mouth and shrieked. It pounded at my brain like a jackhammer, prompting me to back away. This was not my golden red-haired boy or the chocolate-haired girl that I used to be. This was a monster.
“Carlisle insists on keeping it here,” Edward said, wrapping his scintillating arms around me. “Esme and Rosalie have been guarding it nonstop. They won’t let me go near it.”
“It makes such a horrible sound,” I whispered, placing my head on his chest.
“Not even Jasper is allowed to go near it,” Alice added, entering the room. “Carlisle is reluctant to expose it Jas’ abilities. I can’t even see its future. It’s just a haze.”
“You were right,” I turned to Edward. “I should have gotten rid of it. It was killing me, but I still wanted to keep it.”
“It’s all right,” Edward’s velvet voice purred. “You’re here. That’s all I need.”
I turned my focus back to the incubator. Carlisle had taken the creature out and wrapped it in what looked like an electric blanket before handing it off to Esme. She cooed at it, enthralled by it. Carlisle then handed her a bottle filled with a milky pink solution. Standing right beside Esme, Rosalie leaned over and smiled at it.
“Eat up, little girl,” she laughed softly, “so you’ll be big and strong.”
“It can’t feed on blood alone, so he mixed it with baby formula,” Alice explained. I stared at the creature as it sucked on the bottle’s nipple, gurgling.
Esme began to hum a soothing song. I saw from the corner of my eye that Edward was scowling. He then marched over to Esme and, grabbing the bottle, threw it against the wall. The creature immediately began shrieking.
“Why did you go and do that?” Rosalie growled.
“This has gone far enough, Carlisle!” Edward was livid. His perfect golden eyes began to darken. “That thing is a monster! It has caused nothing but pain to Bella and yet you insist on letting it live!”
“I’m letting her live,” Carlisle explained, “because Jacob Black imprinted on her.”
It was like someone had slapped me in the face.
“What?” Edward’s anger had given way to confusion.
“To harm a wolf’s imprint is punishable by death,” Carlisle continued. He walked over to Esme and the thing cradled in her arms. He looked at it and smiled softly. “It’s a godsend, a link between our families.”
“Then give it to them!” Edward demanded. “If those dogs want it, they can have it!”
“I’ve contemplated it,” Carlisle replied, “but I’d like to keep an eye on her development and to have her at La Push would make that difficult, not to mention its rather…rustic conditions.”
“Jacob imprinted on her?” I whimpered. “He…I…that thing doesn’t deserve him!”
“Are you just upset,” Rosalie sneered, “because he’s not sniffing after you anymore?”
“Please, you two!” Esme cried, still cradling the creature. She got up from the chair and approached me. “Bella, just at least hold her. Renesmee is really quite sweet.”
They named it Renesmee? The name of my perfect beautiful child was given to this thing?
“Be gentle,” Esme instructed, softly. “Keep her wrapped up. She doesn’t like the cold.”
Esme held the creature up to me. With much hesitation, I finally took it into my arms. It had stopped crying a minute before and was looking at me with dark gray, beady eyes. I closed my eyes and hoped to conjure an image of my perfect child, the concentration of the best of Edward. No, the image of this malformed creature had pervaded my mind like a disease. My immaculate child was gone and replaced by this thing.
Handing the creature back to Esme, I turned back to Edward.
“Take me back to our cottage,” I said with great sorrow. Edward took me by the hand and led me out the door.
The next three months, Edward tried to his best to cheer me up. Aside from the fantastic love-making that resulted in a dozen broken beds, he bought a piano for the living room and filled the cottage with his dulcet melodies. Alice visited frequently and gave me dresses, shoes, and even books that I devoured in three hours. However, the creature was hiding in the back of my mind, tainting Edward’s and Alice’s efforts.
It was when Edward and I were basking in the afterglow of sex that there was a knock at our door. Dressing in a hurry, we opened to find Carlisle.
“It has all been arranged,” Carlisle said to Edward as we led him to the living room.
“What has been arranged?” I asked.
“Your ‘death’, of course,” Carlisle explained. “We’ve received the documents from Mr. Jenks a few days ago. The official story is that you contracted an exotic disease which resulted in your death and the premature birth of Renesmee while at the Swiss facility.”
I felt a chill, hearing that name.
“What’s the- what does Renesmee have to do with it?” I asked.
“Though there was some disagreement at first,” Carlisle replied, “we’ve decided to give Renesmee to your father.”
“Charlie?” I said, quizzically.
“When I called him with the news of your ‘death’, he was quite distraught. He broke down crying on the phone. However, when I mentioned Renesmee and her condition, he readily agreed to take custody of her. Naturally, I would be providing the means for her care as well as checking in on her twice a year.”
“So she won’t be coming with us when we move on?” Edward asked.
“Well, yes,” Carlisle answered. “After all, you two are planning to attend Dartmouth in a few months and having a baby on campus would raise a few questions.”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “It would.”
Inside, I was breathing a sigh of relief and, looking at Edward, I could tell that the feeling was mutual.
Author: albion_witch
Fandom(s): Twilight: Breaking Dawn
Rating: A light PG
Word Count: 1398
Inspiration: Various discussions on what if Renesmee wasn’t born the perfect special little snowflake and instead was more monstrous-looking.
Summary: There is absolutely no way to predict how vampire and human genes are going to mix. Bella, just because vampires are beautiful to you doesn’t mean that when you mix them with humans, something equally beautiful will pop out. -Mervin, Breaking Dawn: Chapter 10 (part 1) sporking.
It was a perfect day.
The fiery pain that I endured days ago seemed thousands of years away and, like Sleeping Beauty; I had woken up from a long, terrible sleep. Edward, my own Prince Charming, raced with me through the woods. I even outran him, a feat I couldn’t dream of achieving when I first met him. I even got my own fairytale castle, albeit a small but lovely little Tudor cottage in the woods.
After the vigorous bed-breaking love-making with Edward, I asked to see the rest of the family.
“Just be patient,” Edward said. “They’ll be coming in a bit.”
“Why can’t we see them at the house?” I asked as I put on a white lace dress.
“The house is still a mess.”
Why was Edward lying to me?
“Edward, where’s the baby?”
“The baby?” Edward answered, reluctantly.
Strange. How could Edward forget about his child?
“Is that why-” I then scoffed. “You’ve seen me resist human blood. I’m not gonna eat him.”
As I turned to the door, I felt him grab my arm. I glanced back at him. He looked frightened.
“Bella, you can’t go into the house,” Edward pleaded.
Pulling my arm out from his grasp, I raced out of the cottage. I sped right past the trees until I reached the familiar white house.
“Bella, no!”
I looked up and saw Alice, coming off of the roof and landing with grace that a dancer would be jealous of.
“Bella, you shouldn’t go in the house,” Alice warned. She tried to grab me, but, sidestepping her, I made my way to door. Carlisle, Esme, and Rosalie were in the living room, gathered around a clear plastic basinet. Carlisle was the first to look up at me. There was a worried look on his face.
“You’re here to see your baby,” Carlisle said. “There were complications. She’s alive, but her condition is rather delicate at this point.”
He motioned Esme and Rosalie to move away from the basinet. I approached it, realizing that it was one of those incubators that they put the very ill babies in. Just how delicate was the baby?
I looked into the incubator and my heart would have stopped if it was beating. It was marble white, but I could see the veins throbbing beneath its skin. Its head was shaped like an egg and just as smooth. It had slits for eyes, flat nostrils and a lipless mouth. Its scrawny body squirmed as it opened its mouth and shrieked. It pounded at my brain like a jackhammer, prompting me to back away. This was not my golden red-haired boy or the chocolate-haired girl that I used to be. This was a monster.
“Carlisle insists on keeping it here,” Edward said, wrapping his scintillating arms around me. “Esme and Rosalie have been guarding it nonstop. They won’t let me go near it.”
“It makes such a horrible sound,” I whispered, placing my head on his chest.
“Not even Jasper is allowed to go near it,” Alice added, entering the room. “Carlisle is reluctant to expose it Jas’ abilities. I can’t even see its future. It’s just a haze.”
“You were right,” I turned to Edward. “I should have gotten rid of it. It was killing me, but I still wanted to keep it.”
“It’s all right,” Edward’s velvet voice purred. “You’re here. That’s all I need.”
I turned my focus back to the incubator. Carlisle had taken the creature out and wrapped it in what looked like an electric blanket before handing it off to Esme. She cooed at it, enthralled by it. Carlisle then handed her a bottle filled with a milky pink solution. Standing right beside Esme, Rosalie leaned over and smiled at it.
“Eat up, little girl,” she laughed softly, “so you’ll be big and strong.”
“It can’t feed on blood alone, so he mixed it with baby formula,” Alice explained. I stared at the creature as it sucked on the bottle’s nipple, gurgling.
Esme began to hum a soothing song. I saw from the corner of my eye that Edward was scowling. He then marched over to Esme and, grabbing the bottle, threw it against the wall. The creature immediately began shrieking.
“Why did you go and do that?” Rosalie growled.
“This has gone far enough, Carlisle!” Edward was livid. His perfect golden eyes began to darken. “That thing is a monster! It has caused nothing but pain to Bella and yet you insist on letting it live!”
“I’m letting her live,” Carlisle explained, “because Jacob Black imprinted on her.”
It was like someone had slapped me in the face.
“What?” Edward’s anger had given way to confusion.
“To harm a wolf’s imprint is punishable by death,” Carlisle continued. He walked over to Esme and the thing cradled in her arms. He looked at it and smiled softly. “It’s a godsend, a link between our families.”
“Then give it to them!” Edward demanded. “If those dogs want it, they can have it!”
“I’ve contemplated it,” Carlisle replied, “but I’d like to keep an eye on her development and to have her at La Push would make that difficult, not to mention its rather…rustic conditions.”
“Jacob imprinted on her?” I whimpered. “He…I…that thing doesn’t deserve him!”
“Are you just upset,” Rosalie sneered, “because he’s not sniffing after you anymore?”
“Please, you two!” Esme cried, still cradling the creature. She got up from the chair and approached me. “Bella, just at least hold her. Renesmee is really quite sweet.”
They named it Renesmee? The name of my perfect beautiful child was given to this thing?
“Be gentle,” Esme instructed, softly. “Keep her wrapped up. She doesn’t like the cold.”
Esme held the creature up to me. With much hesitation, I finally took it into my arms. It had stopped crying a minute before and was looking at me with dark gray, beady eyes. I closed my eyes and hoped to conjure an image of my perfect child, the concentration of the best of Edward. No, the image of this malformed creature had pervaded my mind like a disease. My immaculate child was gone and replaced by this thing.
Handing the creature back to Esme, I turned back to Edward.
“Take me back to our cottage,” I said with great sorrow. Edward took me by the hand and led me out the door.
The next three months, Edward tried to his best to cheer me up. Aside from the fantastic love-making that resulted in a dozen broken beds, he bought a piano for the living room and filled the cottage with his dulcet melodies. Alice visited frequently and gave me dresses, shoes, and even books that I devoured in three hours. However, the creature was hiding in the back of my mind, tainting Edward’s and Alice’s efforts.
It was when Edward and I were basking in the afterglow of sex that there was a knock at our door. Dressing in a hurry, we opened to find Carlisle.
“It has all been arranged,” Carlisle said to Edward as we led him to the living room.
“What has been arranged?” I asked.
“Your ‘death’, of course,” Carlisle explained. “We’ve received the documents from Mr. Jenks a few days ago. The official story is that you contracted an exotic disease which resulted in your death and the premature birth of Renesmee while at the Swiss facility.”
I felt a chill, hearing that name.
“What’s the- what does Renesmee have to do with it?” I asked.
“Though there was some disagreement at first,” Carlisle replied, “we’ve decided to give Renesmee to your father.”
“Charlie?” I said, quizzically.
“When I called him with the news of your ‘death’, he was quite distraught. He broke down crying on the phone. However, when I mentioned Renesmee and her condition, he readily agreed to take custody of her. Naturally, I would be providing the means for her care as well as checking in on her twice a year.”
“So she won’t be coming with us when we move on?” Edward asked.
“Well, yes,” Carlisle answered. “After all, you two are planning to attend Dartmouth in a few months and having a baby on campus would raise a few questions.”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “It would.”
Inside, I was breathing a sigh of relief and, looking at Edward, I could tell that the feeling was mutual.