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Dark Angels

Summary:
The Disir and the children of the moon have teamed up in an unsteady aliance to go against vampires and humans, to bring the world back to the way it was in a time before time. A time were the Disir and children of the moon hunt freely and their kind are in an abundance. But there is one vampire clan that will be difficult to destroy ... the yellow eyes...


Notes:
Renesmee and Jacob have BABIES!!! The Cullen family is about to get a whole lot bigger!


2. Chapter 2

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Chapter 2-Surprises

Renesmee´s P.O.V

I woke up from what seemed like a painful dream. I opened my eyes to find a bright white light hitting me full on the face.

“Danm it, I’m dead”

“Hardly,” a beautiful voice chuckled, “well then again you are a half-vampire.”

“Carlisle?”

He removed the light from my eyes and smiled down at me, “Good Morning.”

“Good morning Carlisle. Wait Morning? How long have I been out? What happened?”

“You have been out cold for twelve hours,” he smiled, “your brain couldn´t take the shock of it all last night, so it basically shut down.”

“So what you’re basically saying is that I’m a whimp,” I chuckled

With a jerk I remembered why I was here and all of last night´s memories flooded back down on me.

“My baby! How is my baby? Where´s Jacob?”

“I am right here sweetie, don´t worry the babies are fine” I turned to find Jacob sitting on the other side of the room, with my whole family. I realized that it was really crowded in here.

Then I zeroed in on the two beautiful sleeping babies that are my children. The girl was wrapped in a pink blanket with a head full of black hair and she was paler than her brother. He was wrapped in a blue blanket and had a head full of brown hair and was almost as tanned as his father.

“Babies? Twins?” I squeaked choking back tears of joy.

“Boy and a girl,” my mother answered.

Hearing her voice reminded me what I had been worried about yesterday. I started inconspicuously feeling myself over.

“Your fine,” my father chuckled but it sounded like he was talking more to himself than to me, “It was a smooth birth, you know besides the fact that you fainted. It was a natural human birth.” I smiled all that worrying and I’m absolutely fine.

“Yes,” Esme nodded her hair falling in a caramel like waterfall, “Carlisle checked you and the babies over while you were unconscious.”

“They´re adorable aren’t they?” Aunt Rosalie commented to Emmett.

“Lets hope they inherit their mothers genes,” Emmett chuckled as he reached for Rosalie’s hand.

“Alright alright,” my aunt Alice said exasperated shaking her spiky black hair, “we´re going.” She started ushering everyone out the door.

“No one asked you to go!” I protested.

“Jacob is about to,” she smiled tapping her temple, “fortune teller remember?”

“Right fortune teller...wait I thought you couldn´t see Jacob´s future.”

“I can´t, but I just saw us all huddled in the living room and your father complaining about Jacob.”

Her pixie features lit up and she danced out the door, “By the way,” Alice said knowing we could hear perfectly well, “I love the names.”

“That´s so not fair,” I whispered. We heard Alice´s chiming laughter down the hallway.

I looked over at my family and was overwhelmed with joy. Tears silently slid down my cheeks. My husband, a member of the Quileute tribe, had imprinted on me the day I was born, and from that moment, my life was destined to be with him.

Jacob smiled back at me, his black hair pulled back in a pony tail. My gaze slid down to the beautiful children he held, one in each arm. They looked so delicate and small slumbering in his tanned arms.

I grabbed a pen and paper and started writing. Jacob looked at me curiously and went over to sit beside me.

“Now the only people who will know the names will be Alice and Edward,” I looked up at my bulky husband grinning.

“You know Bella hates surprises,” he stated with a smirk as he gently placed our babies on the bed to grab a piece of paper of his own.