I could feel no pain what so ever, I couldn’t talk au move, though I could hear ever thing being said. “Her moyo rate is dropping!” and then I heard a long buzz. “We have to get her moyo beating again au she’s going to die.” I could hear my grandfather panicking because it was me his first grandchild, here dieing. I could feel Jacob’s tension. He wouldn’t let go of my hand unless my grandfather asked for something then he grabbed it again.
    I could feel seven pare of eyes on me. I could hear crying not dry crying but from my babies. It was weird I didn’t know what they were doing.
    “What are wewe doing we have to save wewe she can’t die.” I could hear Jacob getting mad and that wasn’t good. I started to feel things again my grandfather was stitching my stomach up.
    “Jacob I don’t want to stop either but I know that she’s not coming back.” “Not human but can’t wewe change her.” My grandfather stopped and I could feel his sadness dripping from him. “It’s to late, trust me you’re not the only one who’s upset about this.” He finished stitching up my stomach and turned around. I could sense every thing.
    That dream about my babies and Jacob in the living room, I could see it again but I could only see it I couldn’t hear anything but what was happening in the reality world. But I could feel everything, the tarring in my throat from screaming, the pulling me down in the dark. I could feel the coldness around me from the bottom of the ocean. I could feel my feel hit the silky sand and then pulled down again.
    Then every think went blank again.
    I could see it was blurry but I could see better then before, a lot better then before. My vision was fine I could see the dust in the air. I could smell the blood it was so much stronger then before I was pregnant, I could smell the salty tears coming from the babies. I was able to hear the slightest move. I heard the blankets being folded around the babies, that’s how good my hearing was.
I was able to songesha a little, I could songesha my fingers and my toes but that was really it. Then I realized I wasn’t breathing I didn’t need it.
It all seemed familiar but were from. I couldn’t remember. The good vision . . . no the great vision, the amazing sense of smell, the amazing hearing. What didn’t grandpa say something about my human half dieing and my vampire side rising?
I don’t have a moyo beat but yet I’m still alive. I’m a full . . . vampire. “I’m no human.” I alisema in a slight whisper only someone with amazing hearing could hear.
Then I felt every one at the door that was turning around to go down stairs turn back and stair. I could feel there eyes piercing in to my skin. I could hear the air bouncing off of Jacob as he turned his head to look at me and then at are family in the door way.
“What?” was all Jacob said. “She just alisema “I’m not human.” My mother alisema still staring at me.
I could hear my father walk up to grandpa. “Carlisle did wewe hear that? Is it possible that she’s not died?” my grandfather was shaking his head back and forth. “Well it could be because she was still a vampire but her human side wouldn’t have been able to take all that. If she was still alive she wouldn’t be human she’d be a full vampire.”
“WHAT!? She could still be alive?” Jacob asked my grandfather. He kneeled down beside me and stroked my forehead and held my hand not to tight but tight enough I could feel it because my body was still a little numb.
“Nessie if wewe can hear me please, please do something, say something movie just a little.” I tried to speak again but my lips weren’t moving. I tried to songesha my toes I couldn’t do any of that. I wanted to let them know that I could still hear them. But then I remembered that I could sent pictures to people with touch.
As I got older I could just touch there arm it didn’t need to be there face. So I tried hard to send Jacob the last couple minuets when I was blank and every one thought I was died. I could feel him stiffen up and grab my hand tighter.
“She’s been alive this whole time.” He was smiling while he talked. He kissed my forehead and stood up. “She just sent me the last couple minuets when we thought she was gone. She can hear everything but she can’t do anything and she can’t feel anything that good.”
Jacob had moved my form our house to my grandparents’ house and laid me down in Aunt Alice’s bed. I had another dream but this time I was with Jacob and are babies. It was like a future time line. Very fast I saw them grow older and older and I could feel the happiness.
Then I woke up. “What happened?” I looked around and I was in my Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper’s room. I looked down at my stomach and saw that it was just my stomach my babies weren’t there. They must have put me under for the operation.
I got up and grabbed a bath rob that was hanging on the end on the canopy. As I opened the door the smell of blood fled in and my throat was burning. I’ve never smelt blood this strong before, and I didn’t have a craving for human chakula but for human blood.
“Do wewe have any human blood?” I asked as I walked half way down the staircase. I looked up and stopped were I was walking everyone was just staring with smiles on there faces. “Are wewe guys okay, wewe look like creepy clowns that scare kids and kill them.” I alisema walking down the rest of the stairs.
Jacob ran over to me and grabbed my face and kissed me like I he hadn’t see me for thousands of years, as if he watched my die. It felt good to have his warm body pressed up against mine, because I felt beyond cold.
He pulled away and smiled at me. “You know you’re really cold? How are wewe feeling?” “Fine but I’m really thirsty.” Aunt Rose was sitting beside me with a cup of fresh blood. I took a sip and could feel the pain melt down my throat and was gone. Aunt Rose had always been there for me.
My father came and sat down beside me. He looked confused. “Honey do wewe remember anything?”
“No not really I just remember hearing two cries and then something about one of the babies and then everything went blank. Can I see my babies.” My dad looked at grandpa and then back at me. “Ya Jacob will onyesha wewe were there sleeping.”
Jacob threw me onto his back and walked up the stairs and into there room in my grandparents house. He dropped my down and I walked around and saw there sweet faces. One of the littler girls looked so much like me and Jacob, the dark hair with a little of red in it, but her skin was darker then mine but lighter then Jakes. Then I walked to the inayofuata crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga and there was another little girl, she looked zaidi like me the red hair the snow white skin. And in the third crib, kitanda cha mtoto mchanga was a little boy who looked just like Jacob the dark skin and dark hair.
The little boy opened his eyes and looked at me and smiled. Jacob was standing be hind me as I picked him up. Jake wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the juu of my head.
“What do wewe want to name them?” he whispered in my ear. “What about Jezebell for her.” I alisema pointing to the first baby I saw. “I like it.” I bobbed around in my head for another girl name “What about Rachel for that little girl?” he smiled. “You should name this little boy.” He sighed trying to think of a name. “What about Ashton and Ash for short?” Ash was a werewolf’s name. “I upendo it, what do wewe think Ash?” he smiled up at me and Jake.
I heard talking going on down stairs. “Its probably better if she doesn’t know what happened.” I heard my grandfather say. What ever must have happened must have been bad so I didn’t want to know because I was holding one of my little joys in my arms and my soulmate right behind me.