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7. Ken and Roselbee Have the Same Brush
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The bad part about Jasper watching over me was that he got thirsty. I saw his eyes getting darker by the hour.
“Jasper, should you go hunt?” I asked him. I was lounging on the bed, almost completely healed. It was mere hours, if that, until I was totally better according to Carlisle. I didn't want to have Jasper wait that long, though. It didn't hurt me to be up and around, but Carlisle didn't think I was totally healthy yet. I didn't exactly believe him.
“Of course not. I'll be fine.” He smiled. I could see it in his eyes, the blood lust. It was the look all of my family had when they were thirsty. I hoped we wouldn't have anymore stray visitors. It wasn't that Jasper couldn't control himself, I just didn't want him to be uncomfortable. It had been a few weeks since they had hunted last.
“Jasper, I know you're thirsty.”
He sighed. “Please come with me. I know you can't stand hunting, but I really don't want to leave you yet. I'll go away from you to eat.” He asked me to go with him frequently. As long as he stayed out of earshot when he ate, I was fine with going.
“Will we have to be sneaky?” I asked. Carlisle hadn't exactly told me that I was allowed to leave the house yet. I was only allowed to walk around.
“Probably,” grinned Jasper. He liked to bend the rules every once in awhile.
I got up slowly and stretched. It stung for a second, but felt better after that.
“I hate being still for two days,” I complained.
“I know,” laughed Jasper.
He grabbed my hand and we ran out of the house. We heard Carlisle protest, but we were too far away to care at that point. Being cooped up in the house really bothered me. I didn't like feeling trapped.
The crisp forest air was refreshing, but then Jasper started to slow down.
“Wait here,” he instructed. His voice didn't sound like it usually did. He sniffed the air. We stopped.
I knew he was smelling something... something that wasn't a good sign. It was a human, but there was something else with the human... a vampire.
“Bella, go back,” whispered Jasper.
“Shut up,” I replied. If he thought I would have left him, he was crazy.
We crept silently closer to the smell. Then we happened upon a sight I'd never forget.
There was a girl, not more than five years old, huddled on the ground. Her face was buried in the grass, her arms crossed around her head. She was shaking, but no tears had escaped. Above her was a vampire, newborn by the look of him. His eyes were wild, his jaw clenched. He was just about to attack the girl.
“No!” I exclaimed.
His head whipped to where Jasper and I were standing.
“No,” hissed the man. He lunged towards me, going for the easy kill.
Jasper sprung into action. He used his fighting knowledge and before I could blink, the newborn was dead on the ground. Jasper didn't even look winded.
My eyes slid back to the little girl. I moved cautiously to her side. I sat down.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
She peeked out from under her arms. Her bright blue eyes were terrified, but were quickly shifting to calm. She nodded.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“Where it's hot,” she answered. Her voice was high, but not unpleasant. It was the perfect little girl voice. Her long blond hair was knotted and dirty.
Jasper stayed away from us, not knowing how the girl would react to a tall, scary looking man.
“Did that man hurt you?”
She stood up and brushed herself off. She looked smaller than any other girl her age I'd ever seen. She plopped herself in my lap.
“No. He lifted me a long way. He made angry noises, like he was a lion. Then he put me on the ground, then you came,” she explained.
I put my arms around her. She was so little, so fragile. If I wasn't careful, I'd hurt her.
“Where are your mommy and daddy?” I asked.
“I have lots of mommies and daddies. I getted a new one a lot.”
Oh, a foster child.
“How old are you?” I felt bad for questioning her so much, but I didn't want to leave anything unknown. I was amazed she wasn't scared out of her wits.
“I'm this many.” She held up five fingers.
I looked to Jasper. I didn't have any idea what to do at that point. I was holding a human girl who didn't have parents, and didn't have anywhere to go.
“Let's take her home?” he suggested. I nodded.
The girl latched onto my neck as I stood up. She didn't want to let go of me.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered. She buried her face in my neck.
As we ran, she wasn't as scared as I thought she'd be. She didn't even seem to mind that I was going faster than humanly possible.
When we approached the house, I asked her name.
“Axelle,” she said into my shoulder.
Jasper opened the door, and I told Axelle to keep her eyes shut. The entire Cullen family was gathered in the front room, shocked looks were painted on their faces.
“When you open your eyes don't be afraid, okay?”
Axelle removed her face from my shoulder and looked around the room. Her eyes grew wide.
“So pretty people!” she gasped.
I laughed. “Yes, they are!”
Everyone was still frozen.
“What are we going to do?” I asked. I did it quickly enough that Axelle wouldn't hear. She picked up a strand of my hair and started twisting it. She was so easy going about what had happened to her. It was like she was used to strange things happening.
“She has no parents, no family?” asked Carlisle. Edward probably explained Jasper's thoughts to the family already.
I shook my head. “She says no.”
“I suppose... we keep her then,” he sighed. I frowned. He was acting like she was an animal, a surprising thing for Carlisle. He didn't seem pleased with the fact that she was staying.
“Are you my new mommy? Cause I want you to be, please?” asked Axelle. She started tying my hair in knots.
My eyes flashed to Jasper's. He looked about as panicked as possible. He thought he wasn't ready to be a daddy.
“Yeah, I am your new mommy,” I laughed. Axelle clapped her hands together.
“Yay! You're pretty. I like pretty mommies. Once I had a mommy, she was not pretty. She had a big icky spot right on her face! It had fuzz on it,” babbled Axelle.
“I'm glad I don't have fuzz.”
Axelle turned to face the others in the group. She pointed to Jasper. “Are you my new daddy?” she asked.
“I-I... yes,” he answered.
“Good. You're pretty. Once I had a daddy and he had a big shiny spot! It was right on his head!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands to the top of her head. Jasper cracked a smile.
Axelle moved on. “Who are you?” she asked, pointing to Emmett.
“I'm your... Uncle Emmett. Yeah, Uncle Emmett!” He said it a little to forcefully. Axelle turned her face away from him quickly, eyes wide. He'd have to get used to small children.
“You look like my Barbie,” commented Axelle when she looked at Rosalie.
“I'm Rosalie,” she introduced herself. No aunt or anything.
“You look like the guy off of the mermaid movie!” shouted Axelle when she looked at Edward. I couldn't help but laugh out loud. “The mermaid with the red hair!”
“And you, you are little! Almost like me,” she said when she noticed Alice.
“You have pretty hair,” gushed Axelle when she moved on. Her eyes were fixed on Esme's head.
“Thanks, sweetie,” smiled Esme. She looked like she'd have tears in her eyes if she could cry.
Axelle looked at Carlisle and gasped. “You. Look. Like. Ken! Do you and... and.. Roselbee have the same jeep?”
“No, but we do share the same brush,” replied Carlisle.
Axelle turned back to me. “Mommy, I'm tired.” She put her head back on my shoulder. I had to resist the urge to sigh. Kids changed their moods so quickly.
Everyone in the family looked at me. They all had a million questions in their eyes... questions I probably didn't have the answer to.
I shifted Axelle to one hip, took Jasper's hand, and walked to our room. I settled Axelle on the bed.
“I love you, mommy,” she sighed. She was asleep before I could reply. It was funny how kids could be in one mode one second, and a totally different one the next.
Jasper was staring at me the entire time. “What... We can't have a kid!” he exclaimed quietly.
“It's not technically ours,” I pointed out. I was amazed she was able to accept us so readily. She didn't even seem scared by the almost attack. She was so charismatic, so bubbly, so cute. I was worried about what she would do after being rescued, but it seemed like it was just another day for her.
I didn't know what came over me when I held her. It was like she was meant to be mine... like she was supposed to be my child and nobody else's.
“You know what I mean,” he replied sharply.
“Jasper, it's a little girl. She needs our help! What else would we do, throw her in the forest? She wants me to be her mommy, and unless I have an Italy moment, you will be the daddy!” It was hard having an argument when you were supposed to be quiet.
Jasper scowled deeper when I mentioned Italy. An Italy moment referred to the night that he tried so hard to forget... the night that I was with Edward. I felt horrible for bringing it up.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Fine,” he huffed. “I'm going hunting.” He didn't have a chance to feed before we brought Axelle home.
I sighed and sat on the bed by Axelle. She was smiling in her sleep, her cheeks were flushed. I grinned. It felt natural, even in the small time I'd been with her. It was like I was born to help this girl through whatever came her way.
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