AN: So, this is my new story. It was kind of inspired by some really atrocious fanfic, but also by some good stuff. This does involve hybrid babies, so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Hang on tight and let me know what you think!

1935

Near Gatlinburg, TN

"How are you feeling, sis? Need me to get you anything?" Emmett McCarty tried to hide his worry, but he knew his little sister wasn't fooled.

Bella tugged on the edge of her oversized shirt—Emmett's shirt—as she shifted gingerly on the old cornhusk mattress. She couldn't hide her wince as the bruised skin of her swollen stomach was revealed.

Her normally sweet voice was hoarse with strain as she looked into Emmett's big blue eyes. "I'm thirsty, Em. Real thirsty."

It had taken some trial and error for the McCarty siblings to work out just what her body—and the babies she carried—needed. She knew that the man who'd attacked her wasn't human, but it wasn't until she latched onto a bleeding cut on Emmett's arm that they realized what James truly was.

Bella didn't know where she would be without her big brother. There were ten McCarty's in that small Tennessee cabin, and only Emmett stood up for her when their parents sent her packing. Consent or not, an unwed pregnancy was unforgivable in 1935.

He'd packed their bags and set off deeper into the woods, heading for a small hunting shack he'd used with his brothers in the past. He was worried at the speed his sister's pregnancy progressed and the corresponding speed at which her health declined. Bella was a petite girl at the tender age of sixteen, and carrying two supernatural babies in her tiny body was no easy task.

Once they discovered her need for blood, Emmett had taken to draining his game at home, into a large washtub. He then bottled the blood into mason jars and stored them in the small cellar. It would keep for a few days, though Bella found it less appetizing after a day or so.

Walking down the short staircase, Emmett took inventory of the full jars remaining. Counting the one he was taking to her, there were only three left.

"I'll have to go hunting tomorrow, Bells," he told her as he brought the murky red liquid up to her. "I just wish I could take the extra meat home to the boys."

Bella scowled at the reminder of their estranged family, though she couldn't be too hard on Emmett. That unfailing loyalty was what made him come with her after all. She couldn't help her resentment toward the others though.

Her oldest brother had made a half-hearted offer to let her move in with his family, but his wife was standing behind his shoulder, glaring at Bella the whole time. She knew Earl was struggling to support his own small brood, and his hours at the mill had been cut back again.

Everett was the next oldest, and his wife had never liked the only McCarty girl. Bella's brothers had all doted on her from the time she was born, and Mary had been quite jealous. She jumped on the chance to condemn Bella's current condition, something Bella found quite ironic, considering the fact that her nephew, Zeke, had been born just five months after their own wedding.

Emmett's twin, Elliott, had debated coming with the pair, but Bella told him to stay and propose to his girlfriend instead. With the two of them gone, there would be room at the house for Elliott's new wife and his child, as she was expecting as well.

The only people Bella truly missed were her little brothers. Enoch and Elias were less than a year and two years behind her, and they'd grown up like triplets. They were young enough to still be poisoned by the gossip surrounding her, and she felt a sinking feeling that she had lost her brothers for life.

"Bells? You get enough?" Emmett was hovering over her as she stared into the drained jar. Streaks of blood still coated the glass, but her thirst was temporarily abated.

As the babies received the nourishment their little vampire bodies needed, they stopped their restless jostling and settled down to rest inside her battered womb. Bella sighed in relief as her taut muscles relaxed, and she let Emmett help her lay back carefully.

When he started to get up, she grabbed his arm tightly, causing him to look back down in surprise. She patted the mattress beside her and smiled sleepily. "Will you tell me a story, Em? The brother bear story?"

Emmett grinned fondly, his dimples appearing for the first time in days. "Sure, Bells. Once upon a time, there was a brave hunter. He was as tall as a mountain, and as a sturdy as a tree trunk…"

~oOo~

Once Bella was sleeping soundly, Emmett rested his large hand over her bloated stomach. While he despised the demon who had put his baby sister into this situation, he only felt love for the babies that creature had sired. Aside from being his nephews (Emmett was convinced they were boys—McCarty babies were always boys, except for his sister Annabelle, of course), Emmett just had a feeling that these boys were special.

He'd always been a good judge of character, even if he didn't listen to those feelings all the time. That was the biggest reason he'd chosen to care for his sister. He knew Bella was as innocent as the day she was born, and he couldn't stand to have their parents condemn her simply for catching the eye of a vampire.

When Annabelle was born, Emmett was four years old. While his brothers were not as impressed with their new sister, Emmett was instantly smitten. He'd coined her nickname, Bells, the first time he heard her laugh, and he'd been wrapped around her finger ever since.

Being large for his age, like all his brothers, Emmett had to learn to temper his strength where Bella was concerned. He learned to cradle her gently, and use his inside voice so as not to startle her. He didn't squeeze her too tightly, or jostle her too roughly. He was the perfect big brother.

As he watched his sister grow frail even as her belly grew large, he knew his little nephews were strong as well. What remained to be seen was whether they would be strong like their father, or strong like their uncle. He aimed to teach them the McCarty way.

"Hey boys," Emmett's quiet voice was in no way quiet, but Bella was tired enough to sleep through his speech. "I know you're getting a little cramped up in there, but you need to give your momma a rest. She's trying her best to keep you fed, and she's not one to complain, but y'all are hurting her.

"See, she's just a little girl herself, and you're two big strong McCarty boys like your Uncle Emmett, right?" a soft nudge from each side of her stomach was his answer. "See—I knew y'all were smart little cusses.

"So you need to practice being gentle with your momma. You can touch her softly, but don't start up your wrestling matches in there again. You're just too big for that now." Another nudge. "So, I'll be going off to hunt for you again tomorrow, and I need you to be good for momma. No more bruises. Real men don't leave bruises on girls, and I know you want to be real men, right?" Two more nudges.

"Okay, well I'm gonna get some shut eye, and y'all should too. Night boys."

~oOo~

Emmett set out with the rising sun, hoping to get out and get back before Bella woke for the day. He grabbed his rifle and his hunting knife, and headed out into the woods. It was a beautiful morning, and he thought he might carry Bella outside later to enjoy the spring sunshine. She was getting antsy being cooped up inside all the time.

Moving quietly for someone his size, Emmett stalked his normal game trails, hoping to find his prey quickly. It made him anxious leaving Bella alone when she was obviously getting close to her delivery. He wasn't real sure how he'd help her out when the time came, but he assumed it would be something like when their cow gave birth, just smaller.

The crack of a branch brought his attention around behind him, but the huge grizzly bear was not what he was expecting to see. Before he could bring his gun up, the bear had reached out with one swipe of a massive paw and promptly disarmed him.

Emmett struggled to move away, even with the gaping wounds on his chest and arm, but the bear followed persistently. Another swipe of the large paw pinned him to the ground, and the bear roared loudly in his face.

A higher pitched roar sounded from nearby, and the bear was suddenly pulled off of him. As Emmett took stock of his injuries, he knew he probably wouldn't be able to survive. "I'm sorry, Bella. Not gonna make it back to you… back to… the babies… love you… Bells."

A pale face framed with a halo of golden hair filled his vision, distracting him from his deathbed farewells. "Are you an angel?"

Rosalie Hale stared at the dying human before her. He was incredibly attractive, even covered in blood. His dimples and dark hair reminded her of her best friend's little boy.

She'd heard his pained apologies to this Bella, and it set off a flare of jealousy deep within. This man was hers, and no human girl was going to keep him from her—babies or no babies.

Using every ounce of her incredible self-control, she carefully lifted the large man and carried him back to her home. She begged her father to change him, and didn't relax until the venom was rushing through his veins.

Carlisle rested a tentative hand on her shoulder, hoping his wary daughter would allow the comfort. He smiled when she didn't immediately shrug him off.

"You did well, sweetheart. He should come through the change just fine."

Rosalie nodded absently, never taking her eyes off Emmett's dimpled grimace. Carlisle noted her concentration with a pleased smile—happy that she had found her mate so soon. It would be good for her.

"Did he say anything about his family, or anyone who might be missing him?" Carlisle asked. "We need to be sure we've covered our tracks well."

Rose didn't move apart from a slight shake of her head. "No, Carlisle, he didn't. He only asked if I was an angel."