A/N: If the beginning sounds familiar, well it should because I've used it from the book to give you the idea of when it happened. The story is about the child of Bella and Edward, but the child actually being a boy. Jacob still imprints, but Sebastian, the child doesn't know. Sebastian is now in his teen years, still looks the age of a teenager. Anyways… before I give away everything… enjoy.

D: Disclaimed

Chapter One

Jacob Black.

Everything inside him came undone as he stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human baby. All the lines that held him to his life were now sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made the young man who he was- his love for the dead girl upstairs, his love for his father, his loyalty to his pack, the love for his brothers, his hatred for his enemies, his home, even his name, everything who he is- disconnected from him in that second- snip, snip, snip- and floated up into space.

He was now left drifting. A new string held him where he was.

Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying him to one thing- to the very center of the universe.

He could see that now- how the universe swirled around this one point. He'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.

The gravity of the earth no longer tied him to the place where he stood.

It was the baby boy in the blond vampire's arms that held him here now.

Sebastian.

Sebastian Cullen.

A memory so feint- one that I wasn't sure was mine. It all looked very familiar, but yet so foreign that I was sure my imagination conjured up some false recollections of a life I wasn't even sure was mine.

What could they be?

As I stared at the rigid surfaced ceiling above me, I continued to ponder on the visions in my dreams, ones I couldn't seem to decipher whether they were someone's or mine. It didn't help that I've inherited my father's ability to read minds, and with that I was able to pick up memories of others I didn't want to. I was still finding the strength to turn off these gifts.

It became more effective the moment I would come in contact with anyone, and it bothered me that I would accidently pick up on thoughts from a handshake. Wearing gloves now seemed pointless. My mother's gift seemed to be seeping through me now, and I've been practicing in tapping into the ability so I could avoid any awkward introductions.

It had become a sad situation. Because of who I was and what I was capable of, I was being homeschooled by my grandmother via Skype. Every morning I'd tap into the connection and review a lot of the subjects that seemed to bore me now, but nana Esme insists that even though I'm beyond the normal education levels I should be at, she wants me to have some sort of normality's.

It was my father's family's idea for me to stay with my grandfather and his wife Sue Swan. Grandpa Charlie was the one who suggested it. Because of what I am –a hybrid- I have to stay in a secluded place where I would stay out of harm's way. Forks, Washington seemed to be the only place where my parents felt comfortable.

I hadn't understood it from the beginning; after all, this is where the roots of my parent's problems began. So why were they comfortable with me being here alone with my grandparents that had no power to defend me? None of it made sense to me, and I questioned my parents about it once, but they said I would understand in time.

My parents overstayed their timespan for the moment, people were beginning to question why my mother and father still looked like seventeen year olds when they were almost reaching their thirties. Well my father would be turning one hundred and twenty-two, but he sure didn't look like and elderly man.

The almost silent tap on my door disturbed my thoughts; informing me that my grandmother was making her morning appearance to let me know that breakfast was ready. Sue Clearwater married my grandpa around the time I was born, and has fully accepted me as her grandchild. Seeing how her own children didn't seem interested at the time to expand on their family. I guess it would help if they both had their own mates to share that with.

Seth and Leah Clearwater. They rarely came to visit us, just on special occasions and some holidays. They remained in the home they grew up in on the reservation, one going to college, and the other now the health nurse at the medical center. They both knew of what I was. Seth didn't seem to mind, but Leah made it clear that she despised me.

A lot of the Quileute's do.

I'm not allowed on the reservation. Those were my parent's orders, and my grandparent's vow to them for my safety. As if I could feel more excluded than I already had. I mean, I'm not even allowed to attend public school for the fear that I might lose control and start feeding on the student body.

"Good morning Seb!" That was my grandfather Charlie.

He had always been the cheerful type, him and grandma Sue. They both were very loving and caring when it came to me, insisting that I was well taken care of.

As I sat across from my grandfather, grandma Sue handed me my breakfast with a mug full of deer blood. I grimaced at the sight of thick red liquid that swirled in my cup, but licked my lips at the coppery smell.

"I know you don't enjoy your feedings Sebastian, but you need to keep your strength up." Sue smiled.

"I know," I sighed, "I just don't feel comfortable feeding at the table, especially when the both of you are here."

"It doesn't bother us Seb," grandpa Charlie said, "we've come to realize that you're health means more to us than anything, and if it's a cup of blood a day, I'm sure we can all handle that."

"Thanks gramps." I chuckled before digging into the scrambled eggs.

Grandpa would be close to retiring, and grandma Sue was ready to hand over the diner business to Seth if he hadn't decided what he wanted. It was her dream to have a family business, but Leah wanted nothing to do with the diner and Seth was still busy trying to be the young teen he still looked as.

They both would soon be leaving to start their days, and I'd be returning to the room that used to be my mother's to begin my online courses with my nana Esme. I strived for a different routine, but I was forced to remain secluded until one day my family could return to town without any suspicions.

I could try to rebel, but my aunt Alice would know before I could go forth with it, and my parents would be here in a flash to stop me. It didn't help to be in a family full of vampires that knew your every move. I was a prisoner in this home. My family couldn't visit me as much as they hoped, and I couldn't leave due to my own safety.

According to my family, I'm a rare specimen. Kind of makes me sound like a lab experiment gone wrong, at least Frankenstein's monster found freedom for a moment. I would take travelling around the world over being trapped here, even if it meant I was running from a crowd of people that thought I was a monster.

But I'm getting off topic here… I'm a hybrid, entirely different from a newborn and an immortal child. It's been told that I was once thought to be an immortal child, that my existence was considered a threat to all humanity, including the vampire's existence. Around the time of my birth, my family had to fight to keep me alive because the governance of vampires known as the Volturi saw me as a threat in need to be disposed of.

I don't remember much because my mind was still fresh. I do recall the travelling and the different covens that had come to our aid, but I don't remember names or faces. I was kept in hiding until the day of the battle. I knew I wasn't afraid, but I didn't know why. My parent's existences along with the rest of my family's lives were in jeopardy, and I figured I would have at least felt the fear of being separated from them.

They put their trust in a wolf that insisted to help us.

I remember the wolf vaguely, and I think the wolf was the reason I felt so safe. But I don't know whatever happened to him or her. My mother explained that the wolf continued on and left Forks along with its pack, moving on to protect other's who needed them. I told her none of it made sense until my father explained that they formed a treaty with the pack of wolves, that they were werewolves that killed our kind. But since we didn't harm any humans, they offered to help us, and that meant protecting me.

"Hi nana," I said as I shuffled through my papers on my desk, not bothering to look at the screen yet.

"Sebastian Mason Cullen, is this how you greet your mom?" I looked up at the screen to see no other then my mother Isabella Cullen.

"Oh, hi mom." I chuckled. Now smiling at the sight of her.

"Sebastian?" My father peeked over and into the camera. "How are you son?"

"Hi dad." I smiled, "I'm doing good. What are you both doing there?"

"We were missing you, and we thought we'd surprise you to let you know that we're always thinking of you." My mother spoke as her expression seemed to change to an emotional state, "how is Charlie doing?"

"Grandpa's fine," I moved my papers aside, "he's looking forward to retiring in a few years already, him and grandma are planning to take a vacation when I move back with you guys."

"That might be sooner than we planned." My father spoke, my mother nudging him and hitting his arm like he just spoiled a surprise.

"You're dad's right, I'll let your nana Esme tell you."

"Hi honey," Esme peeked over to the screen then sat next to my mother as my father stood behind them, "well, I can see that you're knowledge has advanced sooner than I had planned, and I thought maybe it's time for you to finish off with your finals so you can finally graduate."

"But we haven't completed the terms in my senior year, I'm almost done." I questioned.

"Exactly." She clapped her hands in excitement, "actually I've been teaching you in the college level lately, and I see you're old enough to decide if you want to wait a couple years if you want to continue, or you can apply for the colleges here when you move here."

"I didn't think it would be safe for me to move to Canada, I mean Calgary is a big city, would I be ready?" I questioned, not sure how I felt about it all.

"You won't be moving to Calgary," my father smiled, "Carlisle and Esme just moved closer to you in Port Angeles."

"Yes," nana Esme added, "we figured that you could live with us while you attended the community college, that way we can prepare you to go any place you like for university."

"It sounds great." I replied, "but what about grandpa Charlie and grandma Sue, I'd like to stay here at least till Christmas."

"Of course," my mother said, "you'll have to stay there until we can sort through a few things, at least by that time it should be safe for us to at least return for a day."

The discussion moved on to my parents and their travelling. They've been travelling to places I heard of, and only dreamed of seeing. My father did look saddened whenever they mentioned about their adventures, he knew that I longed for escaping this place, but… in a way I didn't.

I would never tell them that there was a part of me that wanted to stay, and that part of me I wasn't sure to why. This felt like home… in a way- of some sort- I felt as if I shouldn't leave this place. Something here was keeping me here, and I still didn't know what those reasons were, especially when I pondered on the thought more than often.

Was it my love for my grandparents? Was it a fear of leaving this place just to end up meeting my doom as soon as I left this place? Or was it something entirely different that I would never know of. I mean, there was no one here other than my grandparents that I loved and felt a tinge of guilt of leaving. It felt as if I was missing something.

"Are you okay Sebastian?" My mother asked.

"I'm fine." I smiled just as I heard a knock on the door downstairs. "I got to go, I'll talk to you later, love you guys."

They all waved as the screen went blank. Everyday around this time he would drop by for reasons I wasn't sure of, it was just stopping by to say hi and asking me if my grandparents needed any repairs. It had only been a couple times he actually had to fix something, but other than that; it was like he had nothing else to do.

I'm talking about Jacob Black.

A mysterious man that sparked my curiosity and made me wonder if he had a life to tend to. From what I known, he's single and works at the mechanic shop downtown when he's not at his own house in his on garage. The reason I know this is because grandpa Charlie talks about him as if Jacob was his own son. I never understood the relationship they had, all I known was that before Billy had passed, he promised his best friend that he'd take care of his children like they were his own.

"Good morning Jacob." I opened the door to see him standing with his back facing me and his hands in his pockets.

"Oh, hey Seb." He half-grinned, "any errands today?"

"No, they hadn't mentioned anything." I answered with my usual reply; "coffee's on the counter if you want a cup before you start your day."

"Thanks." He walked passed me to the kitchen.

"There's breakfast there too if your interested." I informed him as I began to clean up what was left.

"No thanks, I have to head to the shop soon." He tightened the lid on his mug and took a drink, "thanks Sebastian, I'll see you tomorrow."

I couldn't help but watch him as he made his way to his burgundy Chevrolet truck. Jacob hadn't looked the same since his father passed almost a year ago, heck his attitude changed for the better ever since. It was like a switch he turned off when I saw him for the first time in his grievance.

Like the others, Jacob hadn't always liked me, or even tolerated me. He would look at me in disgust, but acted strangely when it came to me avoiding him. When he came to comfort my grandfather was the day it seemed to all change. He followed Seth into the house to comfort his mother while Jacob gave my grandpa a hug. I was surprised the moment he accepted my offer for a drink, he usually wouldn't give me the time of day and waited until Sue would offer him anything.

They were all desolate over the loss, and so was I at some point. I knew Billy was a great man, and along with Sue, he was the only one that hadn't shunned me out for my existence. Though he never spoke up when his son would glare at me, I never expected him to. But that day, I felt very disheartened for Jacob, and I wasn't sure why. I wanted to do nothing but give him a hug and hope that it might comfort him. But I kept my distance and remained in the kitchen because once again I felt as if I didn't belong.

Billy's illness had claimed his life, weakening him till his last breath. His death had been a great loss to the tribe. Grandpa and grandma spoke on how they were going to erect a monument on the reservation in his honor, but once again I wouldn't be able to attend because I would just shake up the situation with my appearance.

As Jacob drove away, I wondered what it was that had changed his attitude towards me. Why all the sudden were he being courteous rather than the usual delinquent he was before. After Billy's passing, Jacob and his sister came to visit more than often, but hadn't stayed long. It was actually discomforting how Rachel Black would make an appearance more than Leah would, she would often ask me how I was doing. She was married to Paul Lahote, engaged actually, and I knew that Paul was no exception when it came to me being on his bad side.

Grandpa Charlie would often speak on their relationship whenever she would leave, worrying about Paul treating her right. Grandma Sue would remind him that he would always be good to her, like if she was sure that he could never break her heart.

There had been days I felt like a burden to my grandparents. I was the reason that we hardly had any visitors, and another reason why Sue's family wouldn't come visit her. She said she doesn't mind, she could go back to the reservation to visit them, but this was her home too. I feel at times that my existence shouldn't be the reason that there is a wall between them and us.

I often wondered if secrets were being kept from me, but whenever I would bring up the subject about asking why the Quileute's hated me and my family, my parents would tell me that they had suspicions of what we were, and they had every right to ban us from there territories. They couldn't be sure, they didn't even give any of us a chance to prove ourselves. I didn't even get the chance to prove myself.

Today had been one of those uneventful days. Since my studies were being dismissed for the day, I had nothing to do but read and hope that time would pass before my grandparents would return. I still had a two-hour wait, and by this time I figured I prepare dinner and clean up a bit.

But even boredom seemed to get the best of me.

When I needed a moment to get fresh air, I would often sit on the cement steps in front, reading a book when the rain would settle. One great thing about being a hybrid, a breath of fresh air felt good. My senses made it easy for me to pick up the various scents that blew by.

Cedar, soil, even the restaurants from town.

As the salmon baked in the oven, I found myself deep into my novel, not realizing that a vehicle pulled up until I heard two sets of footsteps coming up the walkway.

"You okay Seb?"

I looked up to see Seth standing in front of Jacob. I arched a brow wondering why they were here. I nodded and smiled before I stood up.

"My mom told us to come over for dinner tonight, Leah and Rachel should be here soon." He was still his cheerful self, "hope you guys stocked up."

"Umm… yeah, sure." I said awkwardly as they followed me into the house.

They quickly settled in the living room as they handed me the bags filled with groceries for tonight. I made my way to the kitchen to pull out the fruit and beer along with the steaks that were enough to feed a family of ten. It only seemed right that they would, Seth ate a lot, and I was sure that with Jacob's size, he would too.

This was the first time that Jacob had come here for dinner.

I wasn't sure why the invite was implemented, but usually Sue or Charlie had something to celebrate when it came to inviting their children. Instead of pondering on the thought, I pulled out the grill in back and began grilling the steaks and preparing the salads I'm sure that the ladies would appreciate.

How much portions I needed to prepare, I had no clue, but I made sure to make enough for at least twenty people. For all I knew, they could've invited more people.

"Do you need any help?" I was startled to find that Jacob stood behind me with a beer in his hand.

"I'm fine." I replied nervously. "…"

Without another word, he went back inside and left me to finish off. Now something was really strange about all of this, Jacob was offering his services to me, or whatever that may be, he was offering to help me with dinner preparations. Like I said, he usually made the effort to avoid any chance of conversing with me, and lately it was like he wasn't sure to say anything.

"You already started without me?" Grandma Sue walked in with a handful of groceries, grandpa right behind her with Seth, both carrying in more bags. "Well at least half of it is prepared, now we just need to throw more steaks on the grill and another salmon in the oven."

"How many people are coming?" I asked surprised of all the food they brought in.

"Just Seth, Leah and all of their friends." She smiled as she handed me the packages of beefsteaks.

"Does this mean I have to eat in my room again?" I asked somewhat disappointed.

"Of course not sweetie," she gave me a hug, "why would you think that?"

"Because when grandpa's friends come to visit, I'm secluded in my room and left to eat there because I might hurt them." I said, "Just once I'd like to eat at the table along with everyone else."

"I know this is hard honey," she kissed my cold cheek, "but now that will soon change. I promise you."

"Well, what is the special occasion?" I asked.

"Nothing in particular," She smiled, "it's kind of like a reconciliation, and everyone who is coming is from the reservation, we kind of want to burn the old bridges and start a new. I don't think its fair that they're being so quick to judge you, especially when you've done no harm to them."

"But they are in fact correct grams, I am part vampire."

"But you're still human Sebastian, remember that." She hugged me once again.

I wasn't expecting much of a gathering, but I was surprised to see that all of the Clearwater's friends had made their appearance.

And I hadn't felt more uncomfortable in my entire thirteen years of my existence.

A/N: First things first, I want to ask how you picture Sebastian to look like, who could portray him? Right now he looks around eighteen or nineteen, maybe younger. Let me know in the review or PM me either way.

Also, this is just beginning, as what goes for updates; it might be sooner than later. Playing The Pack will be my first priority for now. So please be patient with me.

Much Love,

TurnItUp03