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1981, 22nd January
“Pandora please promise me that you will help him if you ever are given the chance”
“It would be against all rules to intervene” she said in a slow voice that reminded those who heard it of a slow moving thick fog.
“Please” the red headed woman begged holding on to the sleeve of her unspeakable robe.
Locking into the desperate pleading emerald eyes of the woman before her she placed a hand on her own stomach feeling the fetus moving inside.
Unable to turn down the other woman she acted on a moment of impulse “I will”
1985, 3rd July
Rosalie started at the sudden knock certain that she hadn’t heard anyone approach the house. Trying to hear any sounds or sense any smells to who or what it might be as. She made her towards the door, phone already in hand calling Carlisle that was the one closest to her position. It was just typical that today of all days would be one of those few rare moments when she was completely alone in the house and something out of the ordinary happens. The knock sounded again while the sound wasn’t loud it was very audible for her vampire hearing.
“Rosalie?” she heard from the phone as Carlisle answered.
“Something or someone is knocking I can’t sense what” her usual haughtiness gone as she whispered in the lowest voice she possibly could Knowing that Carlisle would be able to hear her anyway.
“I’m coming, don’t hang up” he answered
Approaching the door she carefully and very slowly in what for her felt like an eternity unlocked it. Completely aware that if it was a vampire like herself it would find a way inside anyway, pushing the door handle down she braced herself and swung the door open. Rosalie stared out at the empty porch, nothing no one was out there. Taking a deep breath to calm herself which was unnecessary procedure for her as a vampire that had no need for oxygen to survive. Taking a step out she looked in both directions finding nothing out of the ordinary.
Something gripped onto her legs causing her to nearly scream raising the hand holding the phone ready to slam it down on whatever it was clinging to her legs only to abruptly stop. ’Impossible’ Rosalie thought as two very large blue eyes met her own ember.
“Rosalie what is happening” she heard from the phone which she had raised in her hand to use as a weapon, more like a human would rather than a vampire.
Shell shocked she looked down at the blue eyed little, oh so beautiful creature stuck to her legs. It blinked it’s big eyes while looking back up at her. More beautiful than any of her imagination, it’s blond hair looked so soft. She really wanted to reach out and stroke those soft locks of hair and keep the little one for herself. It’s warm body and slow beating heart could be felt through her jeans where the little one clung to her legs. Rosalie didn’t answer Carlisle to lost in the little one that was clinging to her body. Unconsciously she took another deep breath taking in the scent of the child only to find that it smelled nothing like blood of either animal and human. The child didn’t smell like a vampire either. The smell didn’t cause her to crave blood or to feel the desire to feed like the smell of humans and animals did. The child had her own specific smell of vanilla extract and basil.
Greed filled her mind as she thought of the possibility of her wishes coming true, to have a child of her own. The one thing that for her had always been unattainable, the one thing she was unable to have as a vampire. It was to big of a risk adopting a human child as the scent would be to tempting, accidents could easily happen and one slip would lead to the child’s death. The thought was unbearable to Rosalie causing her to give up on ever being a mother and at the same time making her bitter to the world. But this child was different there was no temptation when it came to her smell it was so unlike food. The little girl was so beautiful and alive, if she could keep this child she would finally be able to fulfill her greatest desire. This was an answer to all her prayers, a gift to her from the universe. Nothing would take it away from her, Rosalie closed her hands in determination. The crunching sound of the phone being crushed woke her up from her thoughts. She had completely forgotten she was holding it. Blinking she let go of the remnants of her phone allowing it to fall on ground with a thump before reaching down lifting up the small girl that didn’t even reach her hip.
“Will you be my new mommy” the girl asked to Rosalie’s enormous surprise. Looking at the girl in her arms with wonder and awe, breathing in the odd but natural sweet smell that was sweet and spicy she hugged the girl close to her own body but mindful not to add to much strength. Rosalie threw caution to the wind, this child was hers and in worse case she would take Emmet and the girl and leave if the others questioned it.
“Yes, yes I will” she answered the girl eagerly not caring about the consequences it might bring. Holding her most precious gift close Rosalie looked around for any signs of someone else being close to the house and having arrived with the child while considering possible murder, coming up with nothing she carried the child inside.
When Carlisle moments later burst into the house he froze in his tracks staring at the child in something akin to horror. His first thought being that it was one of the immortal children that was forbidden to create after all that happened all those years ago when the immortal children wrecked havoc upon the world. The child’s skin was translucent and the child itself immensely beautiful he couldn’t hear it’s heartbeat neither sense the telltale smell of humans and with the child being so close to Rosalie it made it impossible to smell if it was one of them. Only when the child turned its head was he was brought out of his memories by clear blue eyes, not red or ember that met his own. He nearly sagged in relief the child was obviously not a vampire. The fear for his family and the images of the chaos an immortal child could cause and the vultoris retaliation immediately vanished from his mind.
“Rosalie who is the child” he moved towards her only for Rosalie to protectively place her arms around the child growling at him.
“Rosalie” he reproached with a stern voice.
“She is mine, a gift from the heavens to me” Rosalie said reverently looking at the girl with something akin to obsession and not a little insanity but as her sire he clearly understood that it was her greatest desire to have children. It was impossible not to know after all the times she had made her hatred for what she had become clear, a cursed existence and with it taking her ability to have children away from her even if she at that point in time had already been dying.
“It is a child not a pet you can’t just take her, she might have parents” he stressed but couldn’t help but be curious about how the child smelled nothing like humans was supposed to.
“Oh my other mom was perfectly fine with it and brought me here leaving me outside the door, dad was sad at first but he will get over it” the little girl said in a melodic childish voice but with much bigger vocabulary than other children her age usually had both Carlisle and Rosalie looked at the girl with shock. Rosalie had clearly woken up from her momentary bout of obsessive insanity “how could she just abandon her own child like that”.
“Oh! She didn’t abandon me she said she had seen a better future for all and you needed me more while she could just have another child” both vampires where frozen in disbelief wondering if it was some kind of outrageous joke.
The child looked to be no more than four but behaved unlike any child they previously seen and looked unaffected by Rosalie’s cold body temperatures where she sat. It was disturbing that the child seemed unbothered by her parents leaving her, the complete lack of attachment frankly worried Carlisle.
Digging around in a small bag the girl pulled out a journal and a letter that was unproportionally big for the small bag. Leaving Carlisle dumbfounded by how it had actually fit in there.
“Here” she said holding it out towards Carlisle.
Walking through the room he accepted it from her ‘raising a Lovegood’ was written on the journal cover in bright orange colored letters. On the letter it stood ‘To the coven leader’ written in ink opening it up he pulled out an old fashioned parchment and read
‘To the coven leader
This is my daughter Luna I here by deliver her to be raised by the one called Rosalie as I have seen a greater need for her having Luna than us. Luna is different from other children just like myself and my husband and I’m sure you will come to notice this by yourself with time, you might need a great deal of patience with her. I have also sent a journal with this letter that I have created just in case something where to happen with all that you will need to know. You will also be happy to know that Luna is not an ordinary human and have a lifespan of 150years neither will her blood be attractive to your kind so do not worry.
I’d also like to ask for a favor there is another child like my daughter his name is of no importance but he is being abused by his family and I would like to ask a favor of you to adopt him too, of course this can not happen in the open and none must know of you having the child. My suggestion is to take the boy, give him a new identity and quickly leave the country. The address this child is currently on is private drive 4, surrey, England.
Ps he is kept in the cupboard beneath the stairs.’
The more he read the more certain he was that it was some kind of hoax but smelling the child infront of him seemed like undisputed proof of it being real he quietly handed over the letter to Rosalie that read through the letter her face going from happy as she read about the girl to clouding over as she read about the boy.
“If this is real we must save the boy” she said with determination hugging the girl closer to herself.
Knowing fully well how strongly felt about children Carlisle could only comment on it “it would be kidnapping and we don’t even know if it’s true”
“There is only one way of finding out and that is going there, it would be for a good reason” she insisted while Carlisle opened the journal that had come with the letter.
‘This journal will update itself with time’
‘Guide to raising a Lovegood’
‘So you have a Lovegood on your hands’ Carlisle felt black lines on his face appear as he read.
‘Lovegood has a tendency to see things others don’t but don’t be scared by this is normal and isn’t dangerous for their health. If someone ask it’s easy to explain away as overactive imagination’Carlisle face grew darker.
‘Be aware that your Lovegood might possess special abilities such as visions of the future or past’ like Alice, Carlisle thought slightly shocked as he peered up at the girl in the arms of Rosalie.
‘A Lovegood is easy to raise an only needs a big garden to wander and explore and a place to sleep’
‘A Lovegood eats anything humans eat but prefers plant based food they do not drink blood’ his face clouded over completely. Did this person take them for idiots?
‘A Lovegood might have a tendency to get lost in their thoughts, forget where they are and experiment thus need constant supervision’
‘Odd occurrences might happen around Lovegoods this is normal don’t panic or be scared’ (what?) he felt even more question marks piling up over that one than all the other before it all other pages in the journal was empty and he felt a headache brewing.
His phone rang and he picked it up “is everything alright” Esme’s worried voice came from the phone.
“Um yes....I think so” he said his own uncertainty made its way across to the other side as he himself wasn’t really sure where he sat with the ‘journal’ named ‘raising a Lovegood’ in his hand. Was Lovegood the name of the species of the child since she was neither human or vampire?
“Alice is unable to see what is happening, we will soon be there, the boys are also on their way from the hunting trip” he heard Alice say something to Esme in the background before they hung up. He had completely forgotten that he had called the rest of his family before he saw the child. burying his head in his hands ‘this time they would have to to move much earlier than they usually did and what to do with the Lovegood? Her lifespan was that of 150 but how did she age? Would she need homeschooling? There were too many questions unanswered.