(James POV)
Flying through the air has always been a liberating experience for me.
Being also not jammed inside a small, unbearable plane was a bonus.
But this flight wasn't for fun.
This was to save Carlisle's kids and my future family.
And yeah, I was a bit nervous.
Vampires love chasing my kind around and trying to sink their teeth into them.
I know I'll be in danger.
And there is a possibility that I won't be making it back to Carlisle.
But even if I die, Carlisle's kids will make it back home.
Now I'm really am starting to feel like a mom.
Oh well, I would rather be a loving mom than a neglectful idiot.
My mind kept on flashing back to my own mother.
When I was young, just a child.
Before my existence flipped itself on its lid.
When my family was alive and well.
Back then I was the eldest son of seven children.
A first born and elder twin.
My brother and I didn't look exactly alike.
He had lighter hair and darker blue eyes.
I had our Mom's bright blue eyes and fair skin.
My brother was golden sun kiss tan.
I was pale as a baby's bottom.
I was shorter than him.
He was more the fighter.
I was the brains.
Yeah, I could fight but I never liked the idea of hurting others.
I would rather make peace.
Negotiate my way out of a sticky situation.
But my mother was a beautiful queen.
I had her complexion .
People always found my mother odd.
She didn't have the usual looks of an Egyptian woman.
Instead of dark hair my mother's hair was as white as a water lily.
She had blue aqua eyes instead of dark ones.
Her skin was fair.
We both shined like the light of the moon.
My father cherished my mother.
I had four brothers and two sisters.
But those days never were filled with happiness again.
I was five when my mother and siblings had died.
A man who practiced dark magic killed them.
My father died three years later, murdered by the hands of my great uncle out of jealously.
He believed his son should rule on the throne.
I was suppose to have died that night when I was eight years old.
I was drowning in the waters of the Nile.
The same place my mom had been killed.
She had drowned when she was held under.
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