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Renesmee has a younger twin brother that is really different from her. Where she grew abnormally fast, he didn't. She was strong and he wasn't. She was a perfect 50%human and 50%vampire while he was 75%human and only 25%vampire.
Since he was mostly human, his heart, which was badly affected from Edwards DNA, was incredibly weak and sensitive.
He couldn't handle the taste of blood to the point of him throwing it up the second he managed to swallow it, but his digestive tract needed blood in order for him to get any nutrients. The predicament with the constant lack of nutrients forced his grandfather to fit him with a feeding tube so he could get the nutrients from the blood and not have to eat it. The lack of nutrients caused his immune system to weaken significantly.
His parents did not care about him though. They didn't even bother to give him a name. He took a liking to his uncle Jasper in place of his Daddy and his aunt Rosalie in place of his Mommy.
They were extremely worried he wouldn't even make it to his first birthday. Believe it or not, he was paler than all of them. But his pallor did not strike awe in those who saw his snow white skin. It struck sadness and grief. He looked like exactly what was happening to him, death coming early to someone who hadn't even been able to experience anything.
His growth was no where near how fast his sister was growing. While he looked about two years old when he was only 4 months old, she looked almost ten in the same amount of time.
While Bella and Edward were showing their darling Renesmee the wonders of snow, her little brother lied in his old crib that barely held him in comfortably, trying to sweat out a high fever that scared the life out of his Mommy and Daddy.
His incredibly small body was clad in a lacey white nightgown and a small lace cap sat snuggly atop his small head in an attempt to regulate his body temperature. He had a soft quilt laid on him and had a cuddly toy for comfort.
He was just becoming more vocal about things, so his little whines and pitiful whimpers broke his parents' hearts. They badly wanted to give him a warm bottle, but knew it was ultimately a bad idea. He opened his wide, gentle grey-blue eyes that were rimmed red and had dark circles underneath them to stare at his Mommy and Daddy, pleading for them to make it stop.
Rosalie and Jasper desperately wanted to change their son. He was suffering and he didn't deserve that.
They wanted to go to the Volturi to plead their case. It was a solid one, no doubt.
Him turning now would render him unable to walk as he had yet to learn how to do that. He would still be dependent on them. His teeth hadn't even started to come in yet so there was no chance of him hurting someone.
There wasn't a reason they would say no.
However, the rest of the coven thought otherwise and locked Rosalie, Jasper, and their son in the attic where the little boys makeshift nursery was.
They desperately tried to get out, but there wasnt an escape route they could use without putting the baby in danger. Jasper cupped his sons cheek, smiling at him when he leaned into the touch.
"Jeremiah," Jasper whispered.
Rosalie nodded, laying her head on her brothers arm in search of some comfort.
"It's a good name..... When do you think they'll let us out? We're all going to need blood soon..."
Jasper sighed and held his sisters hand.
"I don't know."
Little did they know that one of their cousins, Irina, had seen them in their attic and heard their conversation. Baffled, she decides to report to the Volturi because it is a known law that you cannot keep another vampire prisoner.
This law was made when a nearly feral vampire turned and enslaved a sickly child. The child, although considered an immortal child, was not killed after it was proved that it's weak constitution had prevented the vampire to be lethal in any way. The child was currently being protected by the Volturi.
Truth be told, Rosalie and Jasper always wanted to join the Volturi.
Where they could embrace their instincts to drink from humans. Where they could thrive. Where Jeremiah could be healthy.
Their thoughts were interrupted when Jeremiah began coughing, his little arms out, asking for a much needed hug. Jasper happily complied pulling his child up and into his arms. He sadly could feel the tremors the coughs sent throughout Jeremiah's frail body.
Suddenly, Rosalie gasped.
"Jasper...." She trailed off in fear.
"What is it, Rosalie? What's wrong?" He stared at her in concern.
"He... He's coughing up blood," Rosalie whispered.
Jasper gasped then held Jeremiah out of reach so he could see him properly. The poor baby had blood trailing down the side of his mouth, he was fighting to keep his eyes open.
Jasper, with newfound vigor began banging on the locked and barricaded door.
"Carlisle! He's coughing up blood! Please let us out! Esme please! Please! You have to save him! You have to!" Jasper sobbed and slid down the door when no one answered his pleading.
Rosalie gently held the still coughing child, trying to pat his back lightly enough to not hurt him but hard enough to be effective. She was sobbing heavily as she did so. She could almost feel the life leaving his body with each cough.
Irina couldn't believe what was happening. She had to report to the Volturi before that little boy died.