It had appeared as a dream. I awoke after what seemed like months of rest, but in reality it had only been an hour.
Jacob glided across the field, almost like my father would. I crouched with an unrecognizable thirst.
“You’re eyes . . . they’re red,” Jacob boomed as he cautiously came near.
The glow, so bright, the illuminations reflected upon my almost perfectly eggshell-white complexion. Like a cheetah, I aimed then darted for my prey. The deer wasn’t as satisfying as I’d presumed, but curbed my insanity enough to keep me in one place. Jacob soared toward me in werewolf form, but kept some space between us.
This couldn’t be a dream if I had just woke up from one, could it? I couldn’t control my senses or sanity. I preyed upon two more deers before surrendering under Jacob’s care. We dashed to the house as a wave of brown and bronze hair disappeared past us. I’d hardly noticed it because I was more worried about getting home.
Sure enough, the Cullens were there, waiting as me and Jacob emerged from the frothy forest. Uncle Jasper and Emmet immediately grasped my arms and led me down to Grandpa Carlisle’s office. I was strapped and weighed down by my tempered Uncles. Grandma Esme, Aunt Alice and Rosalie wore expressions tinted with shock, unusual from their normal porcelain-perfect faces.
The people I loved the most, however, were absent.
“All right, Renesmee, let’s get a closer view of you,” Carlisle announced, inching toward me in a calm and collected manner.
“How is this possible? There’s no way she can be . . . “
Carlisle cut Jasper off with a wave of his hand.
“Where are my parents?” I demanded as Carlisle started his examination.
“I will notify you about that if you answer some of my questions first. Nessie, I don’t mean to irritate you, but we must know first what is wrong before I can answer any questions,” Carlisle responded, checking my pulse. “What happened before you woke up?”
I pondered awhile. After all, I know my grandpa had the best intentions for me and he only wished to diagnose me so that I could be cured or treated properly.
All I remember was a quiet walk through the woods and the crackling of the leaves behind me. I knew I shouldn’t have walked by myself, but Jacob and his pack were constantly patrolling the area and it didn’t seem that dangerous on a crisp, cool Autumn afternoon. As soon as I shared this information with the family, Carlisle’s eyes lit up (and not in a positive sense).
“Excuse me, Renesmee, but I must examine your waist.” Carlisle peeked around my waist to reveal a deep bite. He suddenly jumped into action, attempting to clean the cut.
Moments later, however, Carlisle faltered in his attempts. “She is already infected by the venom, but her heart still beats safe and sound. I will continue with my research later. In all these hundreds of years I have never witnessed such an event. Then again, most vampires have never met a half-vampire, half-human. Esme, I recommend you suit her to a warm bath and some rest.”
“Wait! I’m thirsty! And where are my parents?” I commanded.
“We will provide you with elk blood in the time being, and then perhaps you can take a hot bath.” Carlisle finished, and Esme whisked me to the kitchen.
I awoke with the same thirst. However, this time Jasper and Emmet were there to capture me before I escaped out the door. I resisted their grip and was strapped down to a recliner. Esme fed me more elk blood and I was eventually feeling myself again.
I browsed the TV channels for some mere entertainment: a salesmen was pitching cookware on one channel, and on another channel they were hyping a new exercise machine. I finally settled on watching the daily news before eyeing Stephenie Meyer’s newly published book. But books didn’t interest me at the moment like my usual favorite –– playing the guitar. As folly as it sounds, all I really wanted was my parents.
“Hey, Nessie.” Jacob eased toward me on the loveseat. He was still my boyfriend and best friend, even though I was in this dark, hazy state.
“Hey, Jacob,” I greeted with a peck on the lips. This action threw him back a bit and a pang of caution faintly spread over his face, but swiftly faded and was replaced with warmth. I was a bit disappointed that even Jacob presented caution like that, but I couldn’t blame him, I was even frightened of myself.
“What’s wrong with me?” I asked helplessly.
“I don’t know. Carlisle should tell us soon. Nessie, just never walk in the woods by yourself again.” Jacob tried to manage his piquing anger, but it didn’t bother me. For once I was the monster.
“I’m sorry . . . I should have been more careful,” I apologized ruefully.
“Your parents fled to hunt after the immortal that bit you. Edward believes he heard the hunter. Bella agreed to follow and Jasper and Emmet left this morning to meet them.”
“What about you? Are you leaving?” I needed Jacob here. He was the one person that tied me to this Earth, the one person that made me feel normal despite my horrendous condition.
“I’m staying here, don’t you worry. I offered to stay here to guard you along with the rest of the family while Carlisle treats you. I also sent Leah and Seth out on double patrol. You’re safe here with me, always.” He kissed my forehead and held me tenderly.
“I’m back!!” It was Alice, along with at least ten shopping bags in her hands.
“Nessie, I spotted the perfect––”
Carlisle silenced her. He only did such a thing when he had something significant to say. Normally he had boundless patience. “I believe I have a theory of your condition, Renesmee. I do not know exactly what it is, but something is definitely there.”
Rosalie and Esme gathered around him, their golden eyes wide.
“From both blood sample A and B, I noticed something in particular. It’s strange, because your heart is still beating well, which means you are alive. Nonetheless, you possess qualities of a newborn vampire. I believe you have been infected by another vampire’s venom, yet somehow you’re immune to it in the sense that you are still alive. Your body is reacting to the venom like it would to any human, however. I’m concluding that you have a virus.”
“We can’t find them! They disappeared!” Emmett shouted as he whisked in through the door.
My parents were missing, and I was diseased.
This is a virus.
January 1st, 2011
“I was transformed at age eighteen when groupies were ‘groovy’ and drugs fit right in with the music and excessive beer chugging.” Nicole pleated her skirt, shutting her eyes to remember her past life.
Her mortal life.
“In every corner someone was having a hallucination, or a new song was being played. Woodstock was one getaway in ’69,” she chuckled, bitterly, opposing her reminiscing urge.
It was a humble Tuesday night and we were wrapping up the New Year’s Day celebrations with Nicole. Upon request, I ripped up the pages I wrote about Nicole during Christmas. Nicole is very cautious about what I write about her for some reason. I did mention, though, that my diary is strictly confidential and that there should be no concern. Nicole just shook her head and demanded I not share much about her life. I wonder why….
This entry is perfect because Nicole is finally budding from her shy character to an energetic, outgoing figure. She finally agreed to tell her story, the story of before her life turned into “one secret.”
“I lived with my twin sister and widowed mother. I don’t know what happened to my father . . . he’s just not in any of my human memories – so I’ve theorized that he left, or passed on when I was quite young,” She began.
Esme gingergly wrapped her arm around Nicole, sheltering her with love that Nicole had never been exposed to before. It seemed Nicole wished to shake off Esme’s affection, but instead she politely grinned.
There were some things about Nicole that I fathomed, and some things that I wished I didn’t know. I’m not referring to her history, or the way she dressed or talked, but her personality. Nicole was a very insecure individual, trapped in a fragile, frightened soul.
“I’m frozen forever at sixteen. I don’t know what happened that night-” She paused and her eyes searched for guidance and in no time Carlisle nodded, encouraging her to move on. “- I believe I was born in Connecticut, but I only remember living in upstate New York – especially in my teen years, and that one summer at Woodstock.”
Jacob crept into the room now and huddled by my side, relieved that his early morning patrol was completed.
“Did you do drugs?” Emmett asked, blind that his question was anything but mindful.
Before Rose was able to disdain Emmett’s innapropriate behavior, Nicole answered. This was not something I expected, since Nicole was typically shy and timid when it came to being personal. However, at the same time, she oddly didn’t seem ashamed of her answer, but proud that she finally let a strand of her “secret life” escape so she wouldn’t have to hold in the pain by herself.
Other’s could sympathize with her and understand. Nicole was beginning to sense this was not your average immortal/mortal family. And not because we consisted of four different species, but because we all loved and adored each other for who we were. We were all about protecting each other from harm because of love–insecurity is unnecesary because we’ve all had our faults here.
“Well I’m going to be blunt here. Since you’re all from different times and most of you have lived through the 60s and 70s I’ll pardon my distrust. I trust that all of you understand that drugs were very popular, and like any young person, I did drugs. No, I’m not proud of doing them, but I never had anyone to tell me not to. My mom was a hippie, unconditionally devoted to drugs, booze, men, and music. In fact, I called her Charlotte, not Mom. She wasn’t Mom to me. She was Charlotte.”
I know my mother cringed at that one. She called her own father Charlie because she was never close enough to him to call him “Dad.” Nicole had a valid reason though, to refer to her mom as Charlotte. Not that I personally know Charlotte, but I can see that she was not a mother at all. Her focus was never directed towards her children, but her own selfish desires. Nicole shielded herself from seeping emotions in and out. It was understandable because she had no one to depend on, it seemed.
“I loved my sister very much and I could count on her… but she was like Charlotte, always becoming involved with the wrong people.” She braced herself for a second, almost as if she were going to bawl (if she could), then continued. “I don’t know where she is. All I know is that she became a very malicious, blood-thirsty monster. When me and her awoke from our transition from human to immortal, there was an eerie man watching us intently. He introduced us into the world of vampires and then that was it…..we never saw him again.” She shrugged, clearly devoid of words. She had just revealed her entire life story to us, something we all would remember, forever.
“Do you by any chance, recall what the man looked like?” My father asked. I knew there was something up his sleeve, as always.
“No, not really. Just dark brown hair and a navy T-shirt….that’s about it.” My dad’s face perplexed as he contemplated who the estranged vampire was. His face duplicated that of a lost child, which meant my father had no leads.
“It was probably just an ordinary vampire who saw the gathering at Woodstock and seized the oppurtunity to attack,” Carlisle offered, to provide some relief.
“Hey, is that Chanel?” Nicole was instantly intrigued with Alice’s sense of fashion. Even though I’m a bit bummed I’m losing a chance to accumulate a new friend, I’m glad Nicole will befriend Alice because it means I can finally dress myself. This way, Alice will be distracted by Nicole’s interest.
“No, I’m wearing Valentino,” Alice corrected, now seeing Nicole as a rookie.
“That’s what I thought, I never liked fashion, I just liked stealing everything,” Nicole laughed, stumbling then having to catch herself in the process. Maybe this girl was more down to earth than I thought.
“Come on, Ness—let’s help Esme clean up,” my mother urged. Even with all the vampires in the world, there would never be enough hands to help clean the damage hauled upon us from an entire pack of famished guests.
Just as I was on my way, I collided with Nicole. Images of me and…her projected in my head. We were chanting “Ring Around the Rosie” in pearl-white dresses, barefoot. She saw it too because she glared at me, astonished.
I don’t know how to explain what happened. All I know is that I have to assist Esme and my mom now.
With love (always),
I couldn’t quit contemplating over the events that had occurred at my party. They were all bottled up, anticipating an explosion of mixed responses from me.
First, the dress that had hypnotized me into believing I was a heiress unto the throne of beauty. Next, I was reunited with Billy and Zafrina, my “soon to be” friend. Even though my moment with Jake didn’t last as long as I’d wished, an old acquaintance stopped by.
Despite its eeriness, the glamour of the ocean blue-pearl sapphire necklace complimented me well. The reason this subject has not been able to escape my mind is due to the fact that I’m not sure if my family knows he came. After all, every party guest noticed the 20 carat sapphire plumped in between my collarbones. It was just assumed Alice had bought the extravagent gift.
“Excuse me miss,” a weary man interrupted my thoughts, reaching for corn flakes on the adjacent shelf. This was a wake-up call. I came here to grocery shop with Jacob, not ponder on and on about the party.
“Hey, do you know if this is any good?” the stranger asked, waving a box of some fruity cereal.
My shrug was enough of an answer as I pushed my cart torwards the meat aisle. Beef was on sale, which meant well for Jake and the pack. Chili, steak, meat loaf, beef stew, triple bacon cheeseburgers, pasta with meat sauce, and pot roast. All of their favorites under the culinary genius known as Esme, Bella, and moi.
I hoarded all the stocked beef, deploying it in my now miniscule cart. I certainly felt guilty, but so would I if I didn’t feed the boys, he he.
“Got anything, good?” Jacob appeared, tampering through my cart. I couldn’t quite compete with his carts, though. How did he do it?
“Nice, nice….I can almost smell the sizzling patties…this time with a kick of BBQ sauce and….onion rings!” He presented a box of frozen onion rings while I just rolled my eyes.
“And I suspect you’ll be wanting a cowboy hat, too?” I bit my lip to contain my arising laughter.
“Yee haw! Well I’m going to giddy on up to the bread aisle. Need anything?”
“No, I’m just going to grab some pie crust and cookie dough for later.” I winked, then headed torwards Jake’s favorite aisle, tiered with rows and rows of sugar.
“Hey, Renesmee. I didn’t think I’d see you, again.” This time it wasn’t a stranger, it was…
“Nahuel, I didn’t think so either. It truly is a small world, right?” I awkardly giggled, attempting to focus on which pie crust I should buy.
“I see you liked my present. You wore the necklace the rest of the entire night.”
“Yes, it was very thoughtful of you.” I cut short because thanking him for coming all the way to my party from who knows where was not appropriate. I still do not know if Alice invited him, even though I requested that all vampires that were risking their lives for me be there–which did include Nahuel.
“So it seems you enjoy life here in Vermont. I’m beginning to become aquainted myself,” he chuckled, clearly trying to lighten the mood.
“Yes, the scenery is pleasing.” I grasped a bag of chocolate chips, still avoiding his eyes.
“Nessie, that’s your nickname, right?”
I nodded, still ignoring his presence.
“Can I be blunt, Nessie? I actually came here to talk to you. My sisters’ lives are in jeopardy.”
I don’t know why I was uncomfortable around Nahuel. I feel selfish, ashamed and even more guilty than if I were to deprive the grocery store of all its merchandise. Nahuel came to me to seek my help. Something only I could provide him with.
I offered Nahuel a ride to my house, which he declined because he could sense I was swamped with plenty of chores. Instead, I agreed to meet him the next day at a park to discuss everything.
“Hey, how’s the songwriting coming along?” Jacob peeked his head into the recording studio. I extended my arms, opening for a bear hug. There wasn’t a bear hug, but a tender one and he dived in for a kiss, which I graciously accepted.
This is exactly the relief I had been waiting for all day. I used my fingers to trace the contours of his eight pack and curled my legs around his waist so he could hold me. My lips searched beyond his lips, circling around his neck then moving onto his ears.
He returned the gesture with soft kisses and began caressing my cheeks.
Either Jake’s intense body heat transferred onto mine, or we had fueled the heat. I didn’t dare pull off any risky stunts like removing his shirt because he’d cease my efforts within seconds. However, I was satisfied, arrested against his buff body. If there’s no mystery then there’s no yearning for more.
He released me, scrutinizing my work. I have to admit, I went from elated to nervous in less than a second. I know Jake would never insult or rebuke any of my creations, but this song just happened to be about us. I have no experience in the writing field, except from what I’ve attained from writing in my diary.
“Well, I better start preparing the pot roast. It takes a few hours–,” I tried to excuse myself.
“Ness, wait. Is this about us?” he questioned, confused.
“Yes,” I mumbled, my cheeks returning to a red hue.
He grinned, then rewarded me with a warm kiss to my delight.
Following dinner, it was time. I had to reveal Nahuel’s arrival and our plotted meeting tomorrow.
“Everyone, please gather in the living room for a family meeting,” I announced, not having to raise my voice (one of the perks of living with vampires and having a werewolf boyfriend).
Everyone hustled down, except for Carlisle and Esme who arrived in a fashionable manner.
I clasped my hands, anxiously awaiting everyone’s response to my news. “Alice, did you invite, Nahuel to my party?” I asked, though more in a demanding tone.
Jacob glared at Alice, like she was his adversary. I didn’t pay attention to that, because Jacob would have to understand that Nahuel didn’t come here to deceive us. He aquired my help to approach solutions to questions he could not answer.
“Yes, Nahuel and Huilen, but I never heard back from them,” Alice answered, and my Father’s face tightened. Maybe all the party guests’ chatter tuned me and Nahuel out, but it never dawned on me why my Father hadn’t mentioned anything to me. Maybe my thoughts were private?
“Nahuel did come to the party, he just never came in. He was the one who bought me the sapphire-pearl necklace. I’ve arranged a meeting with him tomorrow at the park. He delivered unfortunate news about his sisters. He doesn’t know what’s happened to them and he’s enlisting my help,” I explained, searching my mother’s reaction. She would comfort me and serve as my support if my plan with Nahuel went sour.
“Renesmee, you should have told me this immediately. We don’t know if his intentions are genuine,” My dad bashed, completely plundering my spirits. “You will have your meeting here tomorrow at the planned time with no exceptions,” he finished, while I tugged on my curls.
I loathed the moments when I disappointed my father. He was right, I should have told at least someone after the Nahuel incident. However, my less noble side disagreed. This was between me and Nahuel, not my family. I honestly cannot see how someone—finally someone—of the same species could hurt me in any way.
Bruised with dishonor, I crept to the kitchen to binge on cookie dough. Of course the cookie dough had been gorged already. I laughed to myself.
Well ciao for now, friends,
P.S. At this moment I am planning my mother’s belated birthday party (she refuses to have one every year, but we still celebrate it).
Sorry I haven’t written in you in awhile. I’ve been hoarded with massive mounds of work. Please forgive me, Diary.
It was pretty awkward mingling in a room filled with vampires, some who ate humans, and of course the vegetarians. Then there were the werewolves, who clearly chose not to mingle and avoided the vampires at all costs. The only humans here were Jake’s Dad, Billy and Sam’s fiancee, Emily. (Imagine how they must have felt being singled out.)
Of all things distracting, my dress was it. “Are you sure this isn’t too much?” I asked *Nicole, my new best friend, who we had discovered a few months ago. She is an ex-nomad, but desired to be a part of the vegetarian lifestyle and took under the guidance of my family.
“What??!? Are you crazy, you look gorgeous! Besides, Jacob can’t keep his eyes off you.” Nicole is definitely transforming into Alice, seriously. Which contradicted her appearance because from far away Nicole truly does look just like Rosalie. Nicole has long, shimmering blond hair and a model figure along with all the other vampire features.
I was celebrating my 16th Birthday Party (sixth technically) and I was almost going to forever be a young adult. I still have some more of developing to do, but in the mean time I consider myself a teenager – or in Alice’s words “a young lady.”
This wasn’t your average 16th Birthday Party because it wasn’t a “Sweet Sixteen.” This year I informed my family that it was strictly not what I wanted. I wished for a quiet family get-together, and possibly a chance to reunite the vampires and wolves that saved my family’s –and my own – life a long time ago against the Volturi. Even though I was fairly intelligent and able to learn and retain information, I could still never remember the names of all the family friends. Thankfully, my mother made a Vampire Index a while back with each coven listed alphabetically.
“There she is! The woman of the hour!” Alice announced, skipping towards me.
“Let me see, twirl in that dress!” She ordered as I spun. This dress did make me feel like a princess, though I’d never admit it (and don’t tell Alice, either). I was flaunting the “Tallulah Princess Dress” by Alice & Olivia paired with velvet Christian Louboutin pumps. I did feel like a supermodel, I confess. For all I knew, maybe Jake had been staring at me the whole evening… after all things had been going swell for us.
Following Alice’s perpetual fashion extolling, Nicole had fled to re-apply makeup.
“There she is, my wonderful Renesmee.” Billy wheeled up, opening for a hug. I adored his presence because he always treated me as family, always.
“Hey, Billy. Thanks for coming. I know it’s a hassle to endure an eight hour flight from Washington to Vermont.” I greeted him, returning his hug.
“Coming here for your mother’s stuffed mushrooms is always worth the flight.” He laughed heartily, though I often wondered how Billy managed to get to the stuffed mushrooms before the pack does. “Of course your mother keeps a special stash for me, along with everything else. Not even my son could resist gourmet delicacies enough to spare his father some.” We both grinned, because we knew it was true.
“Hey what happened to all the stuffed mushrooms?!” Seth interjected, clearly indicating he had been eavesdropping on our conversation.
“Let me guess, Jacob and Sam ate them all, and now you’re going to beg me for my stuffed mushrooms. I don’t think so, Seth,” Billy responded quickly then looked at me. “Pardon me, Nessie, but I have h’orderves to protect.” He laughed, but wheeled away like James Bond escaping a bomb explosion.
I was caught off-guard by the woman behind me, who dashed at vampire speed beside me.
“Nessie, child. I remember that angelic face and it hasn’t disappeared.” Of all the vampires that had obtained the risk to cease his own existance and fight in my honor, I recognized the dark olive brown skin and the charcoal haired woman. Her hair was fashioned in a braid and she was fitted in a cross leather and cheetah print dress. Zafrina, my friend to be.
“We shall be great friends, my Nessie,” were the words she had mouthed six years ago. I was certain at this point this was my chance to befriend her. I didn’t know the next time she would visit me. Zafrina charmed me with her outgoing, eccentric personality.
Zafrina was the light to my tunnel during those nervewrecking days of preparing for the Volturi arrival. She amused me more than any other entertainer could by sharing witty jokes – or complimenting my beauty. Above the rest, I admired Zafrina’s gift to project an illusion in one’s mind. She transported me to places I wished to be – where I was content and distracted from the intimidation of the Volturi that was to come. For that, I am grateful.
“Zafrina, it’s wonderful to see you again. I am very thankful for the sacrifice you made for me that day, and thanks for coming out. I know the Amazon isn’t exactly in this neck of the woods.” I chuckled. It truly was a pleasure to see her again with all her wild features.
“Anything for a friend. How have you been since I left? It’s clear you can speak English perfecto now.”
“Yes, I’ve certainly grown since you’ve last seen me.” Zafrina scrutinized my beaming dress. I couldn’t help but imitate a model posture and add a crooked smile for good measure.
“My, yes you have developed. Well a Happy Sixteenth Birthday, friend. I’ll have to see you later. I believe you’ll enjoy being planted in the middle of a rain forest, again.” She winked, then vanished in the crowd.
I eyed Jacob soon after Zafrina had left. He was handsome as always, and it always seemed a mystery to me why at these parties I didn’t notice him ’till halfway through, which lead myself in an awing trance. It’s horrible, really. I spot him, then I stare, melting ’till one of us approaches the other. It seems impossible at the stage of our relationship, really. However, dating seems surreal to the both of us, and has since we began. Jacob has been my best friend for far too long for me to ever become used to feeling in love with him.
“You’re doing it again,” Nicole noted, waving her hands continuously a few inches in front of my eyes.
“I know, this time I realized it. I guess I’m making progress,” I chuckled.
“Why don’t you go over there and talk to him?” Nicole suggested, nudging me forward.
“You know what? I was just thinking that.”
I practically glided over to him, serenely and cool. Although he didn’t look, I knew he caught me coming. He was acquainted with a love seat, amused by the vampire girl who detected lies.
I grinned as I passed guests and made my way towards him. It was probably this dress that awarded confidence with the glam and sparkle of it. Not to mention everyone so far had sincerely complimented the way I looked. That is not an easy task to perform once crowded in a room with powerful vampires.
“Hey, stud,” I whispered in is ear. I couldn’t believe how drastically the dress changed me. I was beyond confident and….sexy in that dress. This was not like Nessie Cullen.
Jake smiled in response and said, “Excuse me, Maggie, and thanks for the chat.” Maggie seemed keen on him, which is quite odd as no immortal here besides my Mother, Carlisle, and Esme looked at Jacob that fondly.
Jake gingerly clasped my hand and led me outside to the front porch. Once we noticed we were alone, our lips met in perfect harmony. (This was definitely the highlight of my day.)
He caressed my cheek and I was glad it was too dark out for him to notice me blushing.
“Jacob!” Billy called from inside. I guess this was goodbye to a perfect night already.
Jake softened his face into an, “I’m sorry, but I have to go” expression, but of course my man didn’t leave me hanging.
“I love, you,” he whispered gently, before, to my dismay, he left.
I decided it was best to lounge out there awhile since the party left me feeling like a needle in a haystack. I’d never really appreciated how large my property was. The backyard alone was approximately an acre and I used to love sprinting across it (or chasing Jacob, he he).
However, there was a boundary I was not to cross, ever. Beyond the boundary laid the woods. I was not to step foot in the woods unless I was at least being guarded by one werewolf or vampire. I knew there was no possibility of me ever going through the forest on my own as my footsteps were heard and my every move was being watched. Even with this understanding, there was one time I permitted myself to think about what it would be like to rebel against the golden rule and explore nature at its best, on my own.
My Father had gone grocery shopping with Esme, so of course there was no one to peruse my thoughts. My thoughts were private, my own. I abused my Father’s absence to consider journeying into the unknown world of dangers. Imagine if I had attempted to cross the boundary line? I would have been caught speedier than a prowling cheetah.
Just as I was about to return to the party, my eyes hooked onto a shiny, glowing object. It was an array of pearl and sapphire.
“You like it?” a vaguely familiar voice asked. He was off somewhere in the distance, overshadowed by the darkness so I couldn’t see him.
“Well yes, it’s stunning. You’re lucky to have it,” I answered, even though I obviously do not believe this man wears the necklace himself.
“Since you like it so much, it’s yours. After all, it is your Birthday.” I guess you could say I was terrified then. I was, but even more-so, my curiousity became more augmented by the second. Who was this stranger? From what I gathered, it was obviously a vampire because his voice was too smooth, too flawless.
I hesitated to grasp the necklace, it seemed like an inapropriate gesture even though it was offered to me.
“Go ahead, take what is yours.” He handed me the necklace and in the porch light I could see who it was. His long black braid was slicked back and his rich, coffee brown skin was dressed in a business suit.
“What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t know you’d be here.” I honestly didn’t know if Alice had invited him. It would be rude of me to ask him, so I would have to avoid that question.
He flashed a grin and submitted his hand. His hand was, as expected, a mutual temperature.
“May I place the necklace on you? It would perfectly compliment your dress.” I nodded, lifting my curls while he secured the necklace.
“Thank you for the gift. If you don’t mind me asking, where did you come from?”
“I just went hunting. Do you hunt?”
The answer was no. I quit hunting a few years ago. As I became older, hunting interested me less and less. It was fun as a child, an activity I cherished with Jacob. After awhile, though, my human morals emerged. Despite the “vegetarian” lifestyle, I couldn’t allow myself to kill anything. I preferred Carlisle to just supply the blood for me, human blood that had been righteously donated. I seldom drank the blood, only when I really needed it, not wanted it. It’s not that I would ever turn my back on being a half-vampire, but I found it challenging to maintain vampire traditions while having to pretend to be human half the time.
Seeing him made me feel quesy, so I mentioned it was “Birthday present time” and dashed back to the party scene, that strangely made me more comfortable than the previous interaction I had with him.
I’ll write again when the party has ended. See you later!
What a spectacular party! Everyone, including the pack has left except for Jake. I can’t blame them, I am a bit woozy myself.
One of my favorite accents of a Birthday party? Presents! I’m actually using a gift as I write.
Daddy bought me an actual feather pen and ink, which has been used by Thomas Jefferson himself. This pen is the last thing I thought anyone would ever buy me, but my family are the Cullens, right?
Alice didn’t hesitate to go all out, refurbishing my walk-in closet with “new shoe organizers, golden hooks, new lighting, and a runway with a five-sided mirror.” Oh, and not to mention, new attire was apart of the “refurbishment.”
Rosalie went with a classic car. I couldn’t blame her after all, as she said, “Renesmee, it’s still your ‘Sweet Sixteen’ and every girl deserves a car on her sixteenth birthday.” Although, I highly doubt Rose had been to a sixteenth Birthday party in about a century and I had clearly classified my party as an “Unsweet Sixteen.”
The car she did buy me was pleasing, however. It was a vintage Mustang convertible, which she spruced up and painted pink. Rosalie even included modern fixtures like a built-in GPS system and a screen that played movies. Not to mention the brand-new leather seats and the sound surround speaker system. I definitely wouldn’t mind making myself comfortable in that vehicle.
My mom, as always, presented me with a gift not as lavish. Nonetheless, it was just as extrodinary. My mom managed to piece together a photo album of me throughout the years from birth up till last week. There was even a picture of me dancing the cha cha with daddy when I appeared to be about 10 years old. Even Jake exploded with laughter on that one.
“Thanks, Mom. I love it. You always know how to rekindle fond memories.” I celebrated with a heart-to-heart hug because this was definitely something I could keep forever and share with everyone for a long time.
Alice seemed satisfied too, glowing with bursts of joy. “Yes, thank you Bella, this means Nessie won’t forget how many times I dressed her in Gucci, Vera Wang, Marc Jacobs, Alice and Olivia, Vers—”
“Alice, now it would be our pleasure to share Renesmee our gift,” Carlisle interrupted. It always dazed me how Carlisle could be so smooth and polite, even when he disagreed with something. This feature must be associated with his impeccable willpower to resist human blood. This time everyone sided with Carlisle because listening to Alice ramble on and on about fashion designers severly drained one’s mind. (Sorry, Alice!)
“We thought you could use this,” Esme unvieled what looked like a basket.
“Whoah! That’s a basket filled with cookie recipes, cookie molds, and sugar. You shouldn’t have!” Jacob roared while I lightly punched him. There was no purpose in attempting to punish him. My hand would be the one suffering the consequences if I punched too hard.
Even though Esme and Carlisle’s gift was sweet, he he, I was beaming with building hysteria. I couldn’t contain myself.
Jasper understood my passion for music like Alice’s passion for fashion, so he coordinated with Emmet to build me my very own recording studio.
“Where is it? WHERE?” I commanded, more than asked.
“Left of the basement,” Jasper chuckled. Before I made my descent, I hastily hugged Emmet and Jasper.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” And I bolted towards my “recording studio.” I couldn’t believe it.
This was all mine. To top it off, my guitar, as well as two other acoustics were hanging on the wall, anticipating my use. In addition, there was an original black Les Paul at the center (there was an authenticity tag on it). Besides my family would never settle for anything less than an original. The more original, the more pricey it is.
I am eager to experiment with cooking and with using my recording studio. But for now I think I’ll be heading up for bed.
What do you live for? That is, of course, if you live at all. . . .
“Have a holly jolly Christmas! It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Here comes Santa Clause, here comes Santa Clause . . . ” Jacob rang through the living room helping me assemble all the ornaments on the tannenbaum tree.
I chuckled and he directed his eyes to me in a questioning tone.
“You sang three different Christmas songs. Oh, Jake,” I said as I collapsed to the floor, unable to manage the laughter. And on top of that, Jacob was far beyond off key which made me to laugh even greater.
“Come on Jakie, I’ll race you outside for another snowball fight!” And I dashed for my coat and my wool cap laced with a silk bow to prepare for the most jolly weather of all; a winter wonderland.
Winter has to be my favorite season of all because of all the holiday cheer that is distributed from all the different seasonal holidays. And no matter what religion, or beliefs one abides to, everyone gathers together for the ending of another year.
I also enjoy the typical holiday festivities which include Grandma Esme’s delectable cookies and baking several Bûche de Noël to appease the palate. Though I’m not inclined to join a group activity such as singing in a choir, I do sing Christmas carols for my family.
And who could forget the snowball fights with Jake? Over the years his excuses for losing against me have become more lame. Especially since now that I’m older and have an increase in my fighting chance of winning, he now excuses his losses with, “Esme’s homemade cookies and cocoa is giving me a stomachache.”
I hid behind a garbage can fortress that I constructed five years ago solely for the purpose of snowball fights. It was made of three garbage cans bonded together with rope. This made winning even more simpler than a breeze because I could stash pre–made snowballs inside the cans. And when I wished to shoot, I’d just aim at Jacob’s body and release the ball a million times to sweep the victory.
I immediately scooped a pile of snow then formed it into three snowballs at a time. Jacob threw a few balls at me, but of course missed each time.
“Awww c’mon, Ness!” He pleaded as I bombarded him with the snow.
It was difficult to grant him mercy when torturing him was endless fun. I couldn’t help but direct the snow at his face, it bothered him the most.
But after a while, I just ceased the process and collapsed in the sea of snow. Jake would lay beside me and watch with astonishment as I flapped my arms and legs to create snow angels in the snow. I think what surprises him the most is how gentle and serene I am; there are no surprise attacks like with the snowball fights… just me relaxing in my favorite weather, in the snow.
He did something different this time. Instead of gazing at me for the entire time, he molded his warm palm into mine. It didn’t matter who was watching or what was happening, but we both pressed our lips against each others for a bliss–filled moment under the snowflakes that danced around us.
Jacob lifted me up and cradled me in his arms as I inhaled his sweet breath. As always, he headed for the kitchen, hypnotized by Esme’s hearty lamb stew and hot cocoa with whipped cream.
Watching your werewolf boyfriend scarf down an entire pot of stew was not strange. But seeing him under the mistletoe dressed formally with Chanel Allure Homme Sport cologne was.
“Nice Santa suit… er… dress, Ness,” Jake said as he eyed me from head to toe. I was also sporting my high heel boots to complete the Santa look.
“Where’s Grandpa Charlie and Billy?” There was no sign of them as my pupils scoured the room. Carlisle and Esme had invited them like always, but they weren’t there.
“Charlie is down with the flu and Billy didn’t want to leave Charlie alone for Christmas,” Jacob answered.
Disappointment crushed my holiday cheer especially since I was I was going to sing my rendition of “Christmas Must be Something More” by Taylor Swift.
I slowed the song down a bit and incorporated different guitar chords. And without my grandpa and Billy, I was more reluctant to perform.
My mother was busying herself with pleasing the wolf pack and their imprints with stuffed mushrooms and devilled eggs. My Dad was playing on the piano a song I recognized as “Silver Bells.” Alice was taking pictures of everyone, bouncing from person to person, highly giddy as usual. Rose and Emmett were huddled by the crackling fire, not needing to bathe in it like the humans in the room, but they enjoyed looking at it regardless.
In between our New Hampshire home’s two piece grand staircase, was a stage. My Father insisted that it be built for my performances that I did every–so–often for special events and even for simple home entertainment.
On the stage, however, was something rather peculiar even in the light of Christmas Eve. It was a ginormous present, about the size of a golf cart.
Jacob walked up to the present and whispered something into it. Yes, he whispered into the gift.
Instantly I could notice the top of the gift begin to rise and two men dressed as Santa popped out like Jack-in-the-box.
“Surprise, surprise!” they both cheered, as the taller Santa pushed the other Santa in a wheel chair. To my wretched heart, I couldn’t believe it. It was Grandpa Charlie and Billy – both dressed as Santa!! This had by far been the best Christmas surprise of all time!
“Ho, ho!” They cried as they allotted mini gifts to everyone. How they got in that present, especially behind my back, I’ll never know. The most important part of it was their presence and that they were going to celebrate Christmas with us. That’s all that mattered to me. I love the both of them, my Grandpa and my soon to be father-in-law.
After the distribution of their gifts, I replaced the opened gift box alongside my guitar.
Jasper seemed to find this humorous because he was chuckling and soon everyone else formed a harmony of laughter. It must have been an inside joke that I obviously wasn’t included in.
“Renesmee, look at the guitar you’re holding,” Uncle Jasper finally announced, which seemed to end the laughter.
And when I looked at the guitar I didn’t see my guitar but another one. It was a brand new, shining maple acoustic/electric from Fender.
“Thank you,” I chuckled at myself for not even realizing the new treasure I was holding.
“Well play it, dear. We know you’ve been eying this guitar for awhile,” Esme chimed in. It was true, I had been spotting this guitar months.
So I performed my song to the eager audience and I even added in “Jingle Bells” so everyone could sing-along. Jake’s flat voice stuck out from the rest, but nonetheless it was a joyous event.
Following my performance, the Christmas roast was served….five heaping pot roasts to be exact. All the immortals pretended to join in on the meal just to make the dining experience a little less awkward for the human guests. As for me, I devoured my occasional glass of blood for perfect measure to the already wonderful night.
For dessert, the typical Christmas cookies were served as well as figgy pudding and the Bûche de Noël. Seth enjoyed the idea of “ripping the gingerbread cookies” by munching on the arms and legs like a child. Sam jerked him on the shoulder, but I didn’t mind. It was Christmas where everyone gets to be a child again.
After all, weren’t we all going to dream of dancing sugar-plums and awake early to unravel our Christmas presents the next morning? We all had the same childish spirit inside us that crept out only on Christmas morning. We all lived for the priceless grin on our faces when the wrapping paper unveiled something we’d been yearning for for a long time.
Good night for now! I’ll write about Christmas tomorrow,
It was four a.m when I awoke. But in my house this is not a concern as I am the only one that sleeps.
With the rally of Christmas the whole month, I couldn’t abstain from the gifts.
My Dad folded the newspaper he had been reading and chuckled with delight over the fact that I still acted like a little girl on Christmas morning.
“I suppose it’s present time,” my father said and smiled the crooked smile in which I mirrored, to add effect.
“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” I said as everyone gathered in the living room.
“All right, who wants to go first?” I asked, though it was quite obvious I wished to open my presents first.
“Go ahead, Nessie. I think you’ll like mine,” Uncle Emmett chuckled while Rose punched him.
I opened the box to see a doll. I never played with dolls as a child, so I was surprised to see one.
“It’s you . . . a customized doll that’s you, see?” Emmett defended his gift, clearly proud of what he gave me.
As I looked deeper I could see the bronze, curly hair and chocolate brown eyes on the doll.
“Thanks, Emmett! I love it—she’s beautiful.”
Rose gave me a purple hanging chair for my room. I always admired hanging chairs, so it was perfect. I’d have my own swing in my room.
Alice and Jasper both bought me a purple butterfly diamond hair clip. Alice immediately attached the clip into my curls.
“Very bonita,” Alice commented, in awe of her present. Jasper’s expression was as dull as the statue of David by Michelangelo. He reached his hand in his pocket and grabbed a charm bracelet which featured purple leaves.
Carlisle and Esme were next to give me a tiny box which held a key. Of course it was for a car, but it wasn’t just any car. It was the exclusive 2011 E550 Mercedes-Benz Cabriolet in my favorite car color, an icy blue hue.
After thanking them graciously, I was anxious to see what my Father had in mind to give me this Christmas.
“I wasn’t quite sure what to get you this year,” he said then snatched his present, neatly wrapped in its box.
“I’m sure I’ll love it no matter what it is, Daddy,” I assured him, then flashed him my crooked grin which seemed to invite him to finally hand the gift over.
The box coveted a vintage hairbrush and comb. Both were made of metal and shined as if new. The brush had a heart shape on the backside, lined with rose and pearl. It was beautiful and I could ask for nothing more.
My Mother had presented me with another vintage item; ballet slippers. Though the slippers were bruised and beaten, they were still like new.
“I was never fond of dancing, but it seems to be your muse.”
And it was true. Though I do not write of it, I do actually dance ballet. It’s my favorite sport and I’ve been doing it since I was born.
Now it was my turn to pass out my gifts; first I began with my parents. For my Mother I had a portrait of us painted with water color assents.
My Father was given the shoes I wore when I was a newborn, only with bronze metal casting so that they could be preserved. My dad, without a heartbeat, fell in love with his Christmas gift; his little girl would never disappear, never.
As for Alice, I searched every online store for a purse that would please her. I found a leather and python printed fur purse to fit her quirky personality. She was delighted to know that the bag was over five hundred.
To reprise Jasper’s Birthday gift, I bought him a pair of leather cowboy boots this time. He removed his own Gucci shoes, and fitted into the cowboy boots that not only comforted his feet, but his heart as well.
Alice didn’t even puff in annoyance that the boots didn’t match his outfit; she just let him be merry with his new gift. After all, it wasn’t like everyday Jasper smiled or seemed content at the least. So for everyone this was a blissful moment, one not to be disturbed or forgotten.
I bought Rosalie some Jimmy Choo boots and Emmett a golden ax. I had no clue what to give Emmett, but I assumed he’d make use of the ax with his burly, muscular figure.
There was no way of repaying my Grandparents for the gift they’ve given me, but I did rack up a few items. For Esme, I managed to find a collection of Giorgio Armani cosmetics that accompanied every color and style. I didn’t buy Carlisle anything special, just a Calvin Klein sweater with argyle design (not that he’d ever actually use it; just for presentation during winter in front of the humans).
Following lunch, I was able to see Jacob; he had been patrolling during the early morning hours.
After a few hugs and kisses he granted me his “poorly wrapped gift.” It wasn’t the most dainty wrapped gift, but I ripped the wrapping off anyway, so the subject was dropped.
I knew that he would give me another one of his carvings, but this was incredible. It was a small figure in front of a giant heart.
“Renesmee Cullen, I don’t only love you, but I live for you.” And he kissed me passionately to prove his statement. I knew it was true, anyway.
So what do I live for? I live for the grace of my family, friends, and my love, Jacob Black. I live for the falling snowflakes that melt in our tongues and dance in the air. My heart only beats for the carols that yonder from the spirit of Jesus’ Birthday.
What do you live for?
I wanted to assemble all the cures and remedies possible and see my love, Jacob, alive again. I wanted to see his light laugh, his charming humor and most of all, his childlike grin. All of these elements were here; they were just buried beneath the shaft of injury and hopelessness. Under Jacob’s pain.
“When will he reach a full recovery?” What I really wanted to ask was ‘is there any arising hope for the future?’ Sure, Jacob had the ability to heal quickly and he had made some improvement. Three days ago he was able to recite everyone’s names. Alice was pleased now that Jake was once again capable of recalling her favorite designers, in alphabetical order.
” . . . and Louis Vuitton,” Jake finished, in awe that he could even pronounce the name correctly. Alice clapped her hands in merriment and began prancing around the room. That’s right, I said prancing.
“What a glorious moment! I’ll have to run all the way over to New York City to reward you with a marvelous Chanel cologne!” Alice clapped her hands once more and sprinted off to what I assumed was New York.
Even Rosalie seemed a bit…well, glad that Jacob was well again. “Well I guess it’s a good thing you’ve recovered…it’s more fun quarreling with you, anyway.” If anything, Rosalie was completely bored. Nothing amused her like her daily disputes with Jacob. Her favorite was calling Jake a “mutt” and listening to the harmonious laughs from Emmett and Jasper.
Oddly enough, Alice was starting to actually like Jacob. Back when the wolfpack first joined the family here in New Hampshire, she wasn’t very drawn to the idea of being civil her mortal enemies like most of the family. However, over time she eventually assented to living on the same grounds as werewolves. And Alice, of course, volunteered to assist the pack with their clothing issues. She shopped twice a week at Old Navy for shirts and pants for the their clothing baskets. The clothing baskets were stocked with “doable” wear for the pack for when they transformed back into human form. Because Jacob loves me so much, he went through all the hassle to ask Alice for fashion advice for our first few dates, too. Alice was won over by his “beg for help” and soon they were more than enemies. But rather friends.
I can’t help but ponder sometimes if I am the reason werewolves and vampires are in unison. I mean, I am the reason that at least Rosalie is no longer violent towards Jake. When I was only a baby, it was Rosalie and Jacob who set aside their differences for awhile and cared for me.
As for Jasper, well he’s trained the werewolves. My parents told me the whole story – an irrevocable love story that beyond surpasses the grace of Romeo and Juliet – and the entire training process for the battle. The battle was between my family who had to join forces with the werewolves and gather the help of other vampires to defeat Victoria’s lethal newborn army.
Jasper had to teach the werewolves how to conquer the newborns and defeat them despite their dominating advantages. So the werewolves agility and determination to learn began to grow on him. He wasn’t the best of friends with the wolves but he was no longer opposing their company.
On top of that, Jasper did help train the wolves in the battle against the Volturi, all for me. Apart from the odd “reeking stench” comment, Emmett worked like a true sport alongside the werewolves as well. Over time, Emmett found his days more amusing with Jacob to taunt and “beat at fist fights.”
As for Esme and Carlisle, well they never saw the werewolves as anything different. Carlisle treated them with the same respect he granted his own family and battled out the Volturi with them. Esme with her affectionate motherly instincts used the wolves in her favor. “Now I have a crowd to cook for!” She’d cry gleefully, chopping julienne carrots.
Time for lunch,
Today is a day one should be most thankful for. Yes, it is Thanksgiving; a day in which one should be thankful for all that one has and a day where people should be gathering together.
I was carrying Jacob’s breakfast tray to his bedside, when I noticed he wasn’t there. I didn’t panic at this point because I had assumed Carlisle was accommodating him with his daily meds. But it was the clock that issued the alarmed and confused feeling in me. It was nine in the morning. Carlisle didn’t feed Jake with his medication ’till ten. So where was he? I wondered, a sinking feeling in my stomach.
I spun around when I heard footsteps and a flush, stumbling feeble figure stood at the frame of the bedroom door.
“‘Morning, Ness,” Jacob yawned whilst flexing his eight-pack for me.
“Jacob!” I immediately ran to embrace all seven feet of his heavenliness. I buried my frail cheeks in his mighty chest and stayed there for as long as it pleased me.
We kissed a bit, including tongue and tears of joy. I could survive Thanksgiving without turkey, the stuffing and yes, even my guitar and diary – but not without Jacob Black. He was my life now, my one and only source of happiness and reason to believe miracles can happen.
And right here and now, I took comfort not only in knowing that Jacob was healthy again, but that he was my blessing on this very thankful day.
“Jacob,” I whispered, my lips ticking his ear.
“Yes, my love,” he answered, his lips tickling mine, then moving to the hollow of my throat.
“I love you more than anything in the entire world.” I lifted my face so my glossy eyes could focus on his. “I want to be more than just your girlfriend one day. And I want to make a promise that within two years time we will be man and wife.” I analyzed his expression as he nodded his head and dove in for another kiss.
With the ringing of Thanksgiving morning, we kissed, danced, laughed, hugged, and were thankful for all the givens that had been brought on that morning. As for me, I was additionally thankful for the promising hope of matrimony with my soul mate. Not now, but in the horizon of …maybe a year, I’d hopefully be Jacob’s wife. I’d be his everything.
My mother was still a bit distraught because as it turns out, Renée, down with the flu, could not make it. In fact, Renee had been getting quite sick lately. Only a few months ago she had a menacing cough.
Carlisle believes that because Renee and Phil moved to Texas, her body is having a difficult time adjusting to the chilly weather that accompanies the winter months. And since Renee is older, her body is “slowly becoming weaker.” My mother is, of course, disappointed in her own mother’s absence, but what strikes her the most is how common it is that Renee catches another illness. The stress on my mother is beginning to make her realize the reality of aging and how close it is to Renee’s time of….passing. Not necessarily close in human time, but times goes much faster for immortals, and before my mother knows it, Renee will be gone.
I’ve only met Renee once, and it was very casual and impersonal. There was no hug or kiss on the cheek. It would have been fine by me if I had to suffer under pinched cheeks, but that would never be possible. Renee knew me as one of the other Cullens. And when she spotted any similarities between me and Edward or Bella, the Cullens always had a comeback for it.
“She just went to the salon a few weeks ago,” Alice said, trying to cover up the hair-color similarity between my father and I. “I told her she’d look fabulous in bronze.” If I didn’t already have bronze hair and Auntie Alice had advised me to dye it that color, I’d definitely do so.
Nonetheless, just seeing my grandmother was an exceptional experience. When I was little, it was completely forbidden, but now that I looked older, I could be “one of the Cullen children.” And, because my growing ceased, I would appear the same age every time we met.
I was ecstatic this Thanksgiving, though, because Grandpa Charlie and my soon-to-be father in-law, Billy, would be joining my family and the pack for dinner. It was on this day that we were thankful not just for the unison of the pilgrims and the Native Americans, but for the unison of the werewolves and vampires. It had been several centuries of war and hate that had torn them apart and shown the cross side of each. But this unison – between the werewolves and the vampires – brought peace, harmony, love, and pure serenity back into the “mythical world.”
“So I guess you’ll be joining us for dinner then, Jakie?” I gaped into his beautiful eyes, so glad they were once again staring into mine. That they had life in them.
“Of course, I wouldn’t miss Esme’s turkey for the world!” We both giggled then parted for Thanksgiving dinner prep.
Without surprise, Alice had purchased and decided on our dinner outfits. She chose to go very elegant even though there weren’t any guests who were looking to be entranced by our sophistication of designer apparel.
I flounced in my sequined tulle dress from BCBG, which Alice had customized to a bubblegum pink color for my satisfaction. Alice fitted my mom into a more modest black lace-hem dress also from BCBG. Despite my mom’s refusal, Alice paired the look with Christian Louboutin pumps (which made me gasp when I found out they were $895.00 without tax and shipping).
Because the Thanksgiving guests were only Billy and Charlie, there was nothing of the “mythical” world that had to be hidden. All the vampires would sit at the table, however, participating in all the holiday rituals…except for the actual feasting of course.
“Hello Dad, and Billy,” my mother greeted them with a warm greeting and hug, yet they both seemed to shiver at her touch. She bounced away sharply, still not used to making mortals feel such a way (even though it has been about nine years since she’s been immortal).
“Please do come in, and Happy Thanksgiving,” Esme invited, carrying a tray of exquisite French h’orderves.
The wolfpack already began filing in the Cullen living room, lured in by the smells of the edibles that awaited their tastebuds.
I couldn’t help but smile at Jacob’s dazzled expression when he saw me with his mouth wide open. He immediately controlled his expression before anyone could notice and I watched him bear hug his father to death, keeping his eyes locked on me. I understood why Jake was gloating… Alice would never snatch a dress that revealed too much, but this dress fit me so that it exposed a bit of my chest area. The oddest thing was that I actually didn’t care and in fact, I wanted him to keep gazing at me.
But I eventually turned my back on him, settling for a welcoming hug for my Grandpa Charlie.
Charlie was actually was looking quite spiffy with last year’s Christmas present sent by Alice.
“I like that shirt, Grandpa,” I said, pointing to his button down. His face flooded with a deep rouge. Alice had bought him an exclusive Calvin Klein button down sold only to Klein’s largest customers.
“Charlie! Charlie! Charlie! It’s so nice to see you, again,” Alice leaped across the room directing all her attention to the man who isn’t used to being in the spotlight.
I raced over to Billy, eager to see him once again…this time officially as Jacob’s girlfriend. I hadn’t seen Billy in awhile, since Jake typically flies over to La Push.
So everyone mingled awhile and I even hugged Leah…yes, a true accomplishment. On Thanksgiving we are all friends—we are all one. There were no enemies, only unity. It seemed Leah received the message in my favor. I caught up with Emily and Kim and exchanged gossip. It was wonderful to see Emily again since the incident where I completely abandoned her and the pack to aid Jacob.
“Dinner is ready, please take your seat in the dining room,” Carlisle announced almost as granduer as the decorated dining atmosphere.
Everyone took their seat, admiring the splendid decor of golden silk and creme China plates before them.
There was food of all sorts: Stringbean casserole, biscuits, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes topped with marshmellow and cranberry sauce. If this didn’t get the wolfpack’s mouths watering then the center of the entire feast surely would – the turkey.
And out they came, four succulent turkeys (19 lbs. each), carried by none other than Esme and my mother.
“Before we begin, I believe it is important to remember our reason for being here,” Carlisle stated to the pack’s dismay who were anticipating eating instantly immediately. “We came here to join together as family and as friends on this thankful day. I am thankful for Jacob’s full recovery and for my blessed family and friends. Thank you all for coming,” He paused then searched the entire room for something. Once he found my face he immediately lit up with joy.
“Renesmee, would you do the honors of saying grace?” He asked. I nodded my head, content I was selected to do the honor of Thanksgiving dinner grace. Everyone clasped their hands with the person next to them and shut their eyes in respect.
“Oh, dear Lord, we thank thee for the abundance of rich food and the celebration we are gathered here together for with our loving family and friends. I too, give thanks for Jacob’s recovery and for the promising hopes of a bright future. Amen.” Everyone – that wasn’t a vampire – freed their hands, unrolled their napkins, and each printed a thankful grin on their face.
Time to eat,
“We have to give her a chance. Besides, Edward will be monitoring her thoughts. I’ve trained each and every one of you. Now it’s your turn to help, Nicole.” Of course only my dad was chuckling to Carlsile’s cordial invitation.
Everyone seemed to glare at him puzzled for less than a millisecond, then they receded their attention back to Carlisle. Jasper was calm and collected but there was a hunch to him. I wonder if that had anything to do with my dad?
Of course off all times, I was distracted by my top issue and concern; Jake. The growing debate over Nicole’s acceptance into the family might as well have been settled right away. It was clear she would be welcomed within the hour… Alice would see to that soon.
“Where’s Jacob?” I muttered without skipping a heartbeat. I needed to see him and they all knew that.
Esme with waves of worry, inched her way to my side. My mother immediately crept to my side, too, though stumbling for a bit with the same pitiful reaction. This meant that I, too, would be imitating their expressions when I heard what they were about to reveal, or rather what cards they wouldn’t lay on the table.
“Sweetie, now is not the time to visit, Jacob,” Esme murmured, patting my back as if that would cease all despair.
Maybe there was no shrill cry projecting from my mouth, but there certainly was from my heart. I was yearning for Jacob, my love, my core. He was the reason I felt whole and complete.
With nothing but pure hope, I waged for my last chance. I immediately grasped hold of my mothers cheeks. I wanted to show her how I felt; words would serve no justice to the intensity of angst in my mind right then.
“Honey, you know I want you to see Jake. But he is in critical condition. Carlisle advised everyone to let him rest for now,” my mom replied, keeping her eyes centered on the ongoing debate.
As anxious as I was, I directed my attention to Alice. Her quirkiness was sure to distract my heart-aching mood.
“Those are lovely boots you have there,” Aunt Alice pointed out, surveying every detail of Nicole’s boots.
Nicole’s boots were high heel black suede and lined with military buttons.
“Well thank you… I don’t exactly recall where I found thes–”
“You a natural blonde?” Rosalie interrupted, obviously acting snippy. She didn’t want anything to do with this family debate.
“Yes I am, what about you?” Nicole blushed, a bit nervous but still oblivious to Rosalie’s intentions.
“Yes, I was. So what brings you here?” Rosalie stabbed, keeping her eyes firm on Nicole. Rosalie was being a bit harsh, but deep down inside I’m positive Rosalie just doesn’t wish to invite more drama into our family. If Nicole is lying about her identity and thoughts, my family and the pack would have yet another battle to conquer.
“I was following my twin sister, Kate, to see where she was heading for. When she left Canada I became concerned and decided to just continue my travels with her. Although Kate and I are…were…identical twins, we didn’t share any identical qualities. She was the sinner and I was the angel. I never was fond of the idea of living off of human blood, but when I was transformed by my sister, I had no idea animal blood was even a choice.”
“You were transformed by your own, sister? Emmet retorted before Rose hushed him. Nicole just politely chuckled.
“Yes, she did. She did it so we could both be equal and live forever together. Anyway, we continued on until she tracked down the most tempting blood from any human…” Nicole eyed me for a moment, then continued.
My blood was the most tempting of all? How? Did I happen to carry my mother’s irresistible scent and blood? How would this affect my life?
“What do we need her here for?!?” A raspy voice filtered the room. So the pack has arrived and apparently so has Leah Clearwater, my supposed best friend. Maybe I had been wishing for too much regarding a friendship with Leah. Could Leah have actually ever changed? Or was that a beyond impractical idea?
Sam shortly followed Leah with a mere blow of the fist and bitter scowl.
Carlisle was quick to bounce back to business. He dashed for his office and returned with paper and ballpoint pens in the blink of an eye (human eye, anyway). He evenly distributed the supplies amongst the family and pack, clearly passing over me. It seems my input would not apply to this conversation.
“Alright, if everyone would please write his own opinion on the allotted paper. I’ll count out the . . . ” My attention was slipping away. I was slipping away, lured in by the pang of fret and the reality that my Jacob was hurt. He needed me, I could feel it. But what astounded me the most was that I needed him.
The difficulty was not escaping, but lurking away with the guilt of disobeying my mother and grandmother. But with selfish pleas from within, I scurried on, tip-toeing up the stairs past the cry of the ballot outcome.
If my my family truly understood my desperate need to see my soul mate, they would allow me that opportunity. It wasn’t as if I was a mischievous child, snatching a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner. The fact of the matter was that I needed to see Jacob, and if no one could see that, then they were blind.
There he was, all bundled up like a mummy, excluding his face. At first feelings of confusion and shock seeped in. Then anguish struck; my Jacob, my love was in pain.
I sprinted to his side, caressing his hair, the only seemingly stable part of him. He was asleep now, resting peacefully beside me.
Sorry but I have to tend to Jake now,
It’s a miracle! Jacob is wide awake and he recognizes me.
“I can’t believe it . . . he remembers you and only you. At this stage of the healing process he shouldn’t be able to remember anything,” Carlisle rendered, filing through his medical records.“Well, this is a first,” he added, then recorded Jake’s statistics and glanced at me with an apprehensive grin.
“I believe it has something to do with the imprinting process. Perhaps it’s some sort of survival characteristic — he can never forgot who you are, Renesmee. This truly is remarkable. That has to be the only explanation or possible theory,” Carlisle noted, pleased with his insertion. My parents and Esme seemed to concur as they didn’t respond. They just stood there, wide-eyed.
“Nessie,” Jacob begged, as he tried to extend his casted arm out to me. There wasn’t a moment of hesitance; I was there right by his side, delicately brushing his free fingers.
“I love, you,” he whispered. Sure, there were four other beings in the room, but that didn’t matter at all. Tears sprang from my eyes as he shut his eyes for some rest.
With a sniffle and an “I love you,” I settled for rest, too. The hour was nine and the storming day had my energy drained.
Time to recharge,
“Pssst, Nessie wake up!” Emily rushed to my side, involuntarily intruding my sleep. I knew this would be news my ears wouldn’t wish to hear.
“C’mon the pack is here,” she whispered loudly. It only took me a few moments to remember that today was Halloween.
Halloween was typically a very enjoyable holiday in my family. We loved the idea of seeing humans dressed as “mythical creatures.” But today, I wasn’t positive that our usual Halloween cheer would exist. Worst of all, Alice is probably “sobbing” because of her interrupted plans to decorate the entire property. She literally spent an average couple’s income on decor and exotic candy from all around the world.
“Finding the candy is not the problem,” Alice had mentioned while constructing a state-of-the-art security system on her closet. “The problem is keeping that mutt away from all the candy.” Alice obviously ignored my disappointed sigh and began discussing Halloween costumes with me.
“How about Little Red Riding Hood? Ooooh or Rapunzel?” Alice piped, bubbling with excessive enthusiasm.
“Alice, I’m picking my own costume whether you like it or not!” I gritted my teeth. I was going to let Alice at least do my hair and makeup, but her ‘mutt’ contribution indefinitely altered my considerations to her pleas.
Right now, though, Jacob’s safety was my top concern. When an eerie silence washed over the entire room and Jake’s absence was obvious, I just knew. I knew this was something I wanted to escape from and never return to. But this wasn’t some overrated teen girl novel, this was my life.
“Where’s Jacob?” I eyed Sam who bowed his head, almost as a symbol of respect.
Sam arose from his seat and trembled making his way to me. In fact, none of the pack had returned unscathed.
“He…he’s with Carlisle.” And with those last words, I immediately dashed for my house. I didn’t even bother to dress myself or slip into shoes in the crisp autumn cold because none of that mattered.
That’s when I saw her. She lay hidden beneath the bush, watching the withering of my determination and hopeful spirit. But the odd thing was was that she looked nothing like an evil empress of Lucifer, like in my visions. There was no devilicious smirk. There was no feeling of danger.
Maybe I should introduce myself? There would only be a matter of a few milliseconds before the pack came barging in and protecting me.
Then it occurred to me that maybe this vampire was playing tricks on me. She may have seemed friendly from this point, but how could I deny all the visions I’ve been having lately? And, how did she manage to escape my family’s attack? How could she harm and defy my mother’s shield?
The creature I recognized from my blurry visions now stumbled her step and plummented into the rocky earth. Now I was seeing things; first visions, then an incredibly beautiful immortal fall. Ha! The only immortal that remains clumsy is my own mother and even she hasn’t had a downfall in over a month. Was my mind playing tricks on me?
“Wait, please just a second,” she hissed then picked herself up in lightening speed that my feeble eyes couldn’t make out. I couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she was. Her stature was of a Greek Goddess and her skin was as flawless as her blonde curls.
So she finally smiled. But it wasn’t a trick, or anything evil. It was a genuine, friendly smile. My instincts weren’t ordering me to run which meant that this wasn’t a dangerous idea.
“Salutations! Please forgive me, I’m such a clutz sometimes.” She pleated her jeans while I was frozen like a statue gaping at her apology.
“The name is Nicole. My sister was passing through here. I believe she was looking for you…you are a vampire, are you not?” Nicole questioned, peering over my shoulder awkwardly searching for something.
“Yes, and we’ve found her,” a loud voice boomed. It was my dad who ascended to my side. So, maybe Nicole wasn’t the nomad, but her sister.
“I assume you destroyed her…” Nicole inserted, dumbly playing with the buttons on her coat.
“Yes, it was highly necessary. I am very sorry, but she had cruel intentions. My family and I tried our very best to negotiate with her, however she would not cooperate or come to an agreement.” Nicole just shook her head in acceptance of my fathers words, rather than anguish.
“I’ve heard of vampires like you. You feed on the blood of an animal rather than human blood. How do you do it? All the deer in the world don’t satisfy my craving for that rich taste.” Her eyes were filled with crimson color, yet they also contained sincerity, serenity, honesty, and friendliness. My dad was a bit more relaxed when he first arrived – meaning Nicole’s thoughts were probably pure and hopefully her soul, too.
“Yes, it is quite difficult and it always will be. It gets easier as you adjust to the mild taste. My entire family consists of vegetarians, making the lifestyle more tolerable. Are you passing through like your sister?” My father asked calmly. Nicole was not yet aware of my father’s mind reading ability. It was a strategy he kept for all potential threats so that nothing would remain a secret from him.
“Well I was. But it seems that your family lives a lifestyle I would like to pursue myself. Are you willing to teach me?”
“Of course, I’d love to have you as an addition to my family. However, this is something I’d need to discuss with the head of the house, my father, Carlisle Cullen.”
That’s when I found myself in an open debate over whether Nicole should join the family. As much as I wish I could participate, I found this meeting to be of a distraction to where my heart and soul needed to be.
My mind had drifted back to Jacob. Where was he? Was he okay? What did Nicole’s sister do to him? Can Nicole be trusted? Or is she like her sister? Why is she so familiar, yet so peculiar?
I’ll write more later,
I didn’t understand how I could be lost in such a beautiful scene. How a voice so beautiful and as captivating could do quite the reverse of it’s purpose; haunt. It was almost as if I were dreaming, but I wasn’t. The visions in my head of the pale, blond-headed creature were so realistic, yet so distant. I could only picture her with a blurry watercolor aura.
She was moving swift, thrashing through every thick branch and leaf, itching for satisfaction. One whiff of my scent and she was pursuing me like no other mortal I’ve ever seen or heard of. She stalked me everywhere; like a shadow, she never let up. One moment she was there, then she disappeared in a flash.
I was curious of her and wished to see her in my visions, hoping I could decipher her whereabouts and her intentions. Was her motive to kill me? I understood she had something to do with me because her voice was mine.
Then a gruesome thought blossomed….could this girl possibly be me? Could the pursuer with the blonde curls and evil twinkle in her eye actually be me, Renesmee Cullen?
No, of course not I scolded myself, shaking off the unpleasant thought.
I managed to creep down the stairs into the Cullen kitchen hustling with activity. Instead of nibbling on my typical cornflakes, I devoured an entire glass of blood.
“Yeah, I was just going to have the same thing,” Jake said with sarcasm as he strolled in, obviously ready to munch on whatever breakfast delight appeased him.
But I wasn’t giggling like I should have, like I normally would have. There was nothing more awkward than having your werewolf boyfriend actually witness you drink human blood. And to add even more frustration, all these visions and a sense of unexplained fear had me thinking uncanny thoughts.
No, I couldn’t see the future. But I was certain I was having these visions for a reason. Perhaps they were to protect me? Maybe there is a buried message beneath each image of the blondie.
“You’re not laughing. Is everything ok, babe?” Jacob was now crunching on bacon, attempting to be serious admits the utmost distractions of breakfast treats.
“No, it’s not. Everyone is keeping a secret from me, and I intend to figure it out,” I spat out, throwing away all the exasperating thoughts in my mind. I knew I shouldn’t, but this sense of being in danger was biting at me.
There was only one person I could rely on to reveal the truth; Jacob. Why? Because of imprinting abilities, Jacob cannot turn down any request. Now before I’m called to Satan’s throne, I have reason to do this. If I am in possible danger, or someone is in turmoil, it is just that – as a member of the family – I should hear of it (especially if it involves me). If an immortal is plotting to kill me, I prefer to have it known, rather than unknown.
Jake just raised his brow, taken aback.
“Nessie, I assure you there’s nothi–”
“Tell me Jacob, now. I need to know what it is this family is buzzing about,” I ordered, not sparing him any sympathy, engulfing in my own selfishness.
“Alright, alright. On the night of the pack’s day off, your father and uncles picked up an unrecognizable scent. It’s just the occasional nomad passing through and your father just wanted to keep precautions with you.” He glared into my eyes, uncontrollably spilling every detail.
I nodded, feeling the wave of guilt flood through my body.
“Thank you,” I returned with a genuine kiss. He deserved far more than a simple peck of the lips, but I needed to investigate my situation further. I skipped my way over to the massive living room – that now served as home to the 100-inch flat-screen T.V.
Could this nomad be the unforgiving creature in my visions? Was this “nomad” even a nomad “passing through?” Or was their more on her agenda then a few human bites? Was this all a coincidence? And most importantly, if my assumptions are correct – based on my visions – why is this hunter fishing for me? Particularly me?
These are questions that would never be answered because……
“Why did you tell her, mongrel? Now she’ll be worrying like there’s no tomorrow!” I’d never heard my Uncle Emmett so furious. But of all people, I’d rather have it be him angry than my own father. Is it too late to defend Jake’s relentless position?
“Emmett, please stop. I’m trying to accumulate a plan,” my dad hissed. He was endlessly rubbing his temples as if searching for peace. Should I offer the truth? I certainly didn’t want Jacob to suffer for something that wasn’t his own fault; something that was my fault.
“Leave him be. It’s not his fault, Emmett,” Esme chimed, placing an encouraging pat on Jake’s shoulder.
To my dismay, my father already began to unearth his plan. Jasper did the best of his abilities to wave peace amongst everyone.
“…….We’ll have to be aggressive. Alice senses from her visions that this nomad is not in a pure state of mind,” my father continued, addressing the entire family. My mom rushed to his side incapacitated with worry while Rosalie kept a firm stare on Jacob.
It was quite awkward though, however, that Carlisle presented no sign of resentment towards my father’s brutal strategies against this nomad. If a compassionate character such as Carlisle was agreeing to the plan, there was definitely something off about this nomad. Of course, the Cullens always take care of passing nomads cautiously, but this was obviously out of proportion.
Though I was in another room, they were all discussing the details at a volume high enough for my ears. I was left with nothing but curiosity. Why would my family let me hear the plans? Sure, I know there is a nomad on the loose; but with Carlisle agreeing to such viscous ideals…. I just couldn’t tolerate how unusual this seemed. Carlisle must have had a reason to concur to my father’s proposals. This reason, I fear, deeply involves me.
Jake would have to rally the entire pack which added more exasperation to my concerns on this nomad matter. It was a simple formula: The Cullens + The Pack=Major Battle Trouble.
When Jacob sent me to Emily’s kitchen, I didn’t assume – I knew – exactly of the events that were about to occur. A struggle. A battle to cease the predator from hunting its victim, me. Jake didn’t mention much but to prepare overnight belongings for a “sleepover.” Alice had already jumped onto to that, despite my pleas to stay home. Having packed for me, Alice included a Chanel skin care set, Victoria Secret sleepwear (I’d have to scold her later), and other “sleepover” necessities.
Jacob’s surface was calm with reassurance of how much fun staying at Emily’s would be for the night – and I played along with him. I did it, not for anyone, but Jake’s sake. He was the most sensitive to my safety—in equivalence to my father, but more prudent towards me. So I faked a dainty grin and attempted to bear what ever fate was to come.
“I won’t let you suffer on that couch,” Emily implied, sanitizing Embry’s bedroom for my use. It was true, the pack’s couch was one not worth sleeping on, let alone sitting on. It was a scraggly haven that had been beaten up by the forceful pressures of the wolves that abused it.
“Thank you, Emily… for being so generous and thoughtful.”
“We’re all in the same boat, aren’t we?” She replied, and I questioned her words immensely. Was she relating to the fact that we were forever “wolf girls?” Or did this have to do with the fact that everyone has a downfall? That, my misfortune affected everyone? I didn’t want to make false presumptions so I abandoned the absurd thoughts.
Emily and I occupied the time by painting each others nails and applying the Chanel face mask and scrub. Emily certainly got a kick out of her cherry red toes as she had “never had taste for it before I convinced her.” I wasn’t the least bit astonished, I seemed to have a way with luring people to do the unimaginable. It was also a bit overwhelming for the both of us because neither of us had adhered to the concept of “sleepovers” before.
But the beauty results of the moisturizers – that Alice packed – really cleared our pores and doubtful perspective on sleepovers. We did enjoy ourselves, so much in fact that it distracted me enough to not constantly think of the horror that must be happening with my family and the pack.
Before hopping into bed, Em’ and I decided to look through her photo album.
At first, photos of Em’ as a young child on the Makah Reservation were displayed.
“Very adorable, Emily. Who’s that?” I pointed to a distant figure wading in shallow water. Emily chuckled lightly, as if remembering an inside joke.
“That’s my father, Matthew Senior. He was very enchanting and captured even the most bitter audience. He was known in the tribe as the ‘storyteller,” she explained, smiling back at the priceless memories.
“My father is dead. So, he won’t be able to walk me down the aisle or tell those magical stories of his.” The room collapsed in a sorrowful silence.
But we kept going; the pages were turned and unfolded to display high school memories of prom and graduation. Everything a human should experience in his life lied there in those pages. Because of my growth, I would never be able to experience these adventures and challenges in life until my growth came to a complete halt.
“And this is where I am today,” Em’ stated, shutting the album.
“No, not quite yet,” I said and Emily formed a puzzled expression, trying to decode my message.
I swiftly grasped my cellphone and snapped a picture of the two of us. After all, we did have a marvelous “girl’s night,” didn’t we? I guess Em’ and I are officially “close friends” now. It seemed a bit odd having a friend that was the same sex. Jake was all I had ever had, but it appears a girlfriend is necessary, too.
It’s so simple to talk, gossip and even cook with Em’. She makes chores a breeze by educating me on the history of the Makah Tribe (it is just highly intriguing). Maybe this new friendship and well-seamed bond also added more reason as to why it was us of all the other single females on this planet who were selected as imprints. Was this destiny? Or just a pure coincidence? Believe what you wish to believe, but I support the destiny theory. Sure, it might make less sense, but isn’t that what my entire world is about? The whole “mythical creature world?” Does any of it actually make sense?
It was then after more chatter of Emily and Sam’s wedding plans that my eyelids had a massive weight gain. After a final farewell for the night, I raced for my bed. If I hadn’t been so exhausted from all the girly activities, I might have began fretting over the possible events in action from this struggle with the nomad.
On top of all the headaches the worrying was causing, Embry’s mattress was not cozy. Yes, my bed at home is made of some expensive materials specifically designed to enhance lushness, but that doesn’t mean I have no knowledge of a decent sleeping ground. Like the couch, the mattress suffered grave damage and the springs wouldn’t let up, either.
With one-hundred percent desperation, I gingerly tip-toed through the corridor to Jacob’s room. One might smell repulsing body odor and an untidy room, but I didn’t. To me, I smelled Jacob, my love. Putting into consideration the circumstances and strain curiosity has placed upon me, I grabbed a wrinkled T-shirt. I climbed onto his ginormous bed (which I’d been told was more than triple the size of his previous bed back in La Push), and held the shirt for comfort.
Entering someone’s room without permission was indeed impolite, especially when you clutch their clothing dearly to your heart. In my defense, I’m positive Jake wouldn’t have minded the least bit. It wasn’t like I was inspecting his room or anything. Just breathing through these elements led me to serenity and sweet dreams.
Time for shut eye,
As promised, I helped Emily Young with the pack’s “game night.” It took all three of us; Emily, Kim, and I to convince our men not to gamble with real money. Of course, with Sam’s strict orders to not actually gamble, they wouldn’t. That’s one of the perks of being an imprint; your imprinter must follow any reasonable request you may have.
“Ness, could you just serve the potatoes? I’ll guard the chili,” Emily begged, drowning in her own perspiration.
“Definitely,” I answered, swapping the wooden spoon for the platter of loaded potatoes. Tonight was the entire pack’s night off from patrolling. My father and uncles had kindly offered to scour the territory for the night.
“Here they are, loaded bacon potatoes,” I mounted the heaping platter on the table bestowing the goods.
Instantly hands struck for a piece at once. I couldn’t help but giggle at how swiftly each werewolf had made their claim of four potatoes each. I guess it’s too late to remind them a main entrée is still to come?
Over the course of the evening I served the ravenous beasts and checked to make sure they weren’t ignoring my wishes to not actually gamble.
While the boys played, Emily and I occupied our time discussing Emily’s weddings plans. Yes, Emily’s wedding plans….I was just as shocked to hear this myself. Can you believe it? Her and Sam are finally ready to tie the knot and make the ultimate commitment of life.
“I really want it to be perfect. It will be in the backyard and I’ll make sure to invite the entire family, including yours.” Though the weather here was not appropriate for outdoor events, Alice could make it work. I was sure of that. (Though I wasn’t sure if Emily would want a indiscriminate pixie to help with their wedding….it’s either Alice’s way or “the insensible way” – as Alice continuously declares).
“Nessie, would you care to perform at our wedding? You’ve become quite the singer.” And so the once in a lifetime offer came. Emily and Sam wanted me to perform at their wedding, me.
True, stage fright isn’t an issue for me. In fact, I love crowds and attention. Aunt Alice believes that I “glow” when I perform, the complete opposite of my mom.
“Sure, Emily, it would be an honor to perform at your wedding. I’ll even write a song just for the two of you.” All the angst on Emily Young’s face formed into that bright grin of hers. A belle dame like her deserved much better than some cheesy love song, so I’d have to work hard.
I dragged Jacob home for the night, a rash decision, I know. But I desired inspiration for my song. What would one say to another when they loved them so immensely? I would only know when I felt it. That’s where Jakie came in to my delight.
“It started out with a perfect kiss
then we doved into bliss
I didn’t think a person like you could exist
so special, tender, you melt my heart
Will you hold me forever love and never part
I love you forever with that perfect kiss
Those beautiful eyes and flattering smile
How long has it been since I’ve known your face
The way you caress my cheeks and put me into place
I feel the world shall not end because of you
I love each and every single thing you do
I love you for that perfect kiss”
Alright, it was a start. It was all that came to my mind in spite of the fact that Jacob and I were, well making out. My mind is pretty fuzzy during this, but inspiration filled.
I joined my lips with his to endow the wretched part of the night; the goodbye.
“Wait, Jake before you go!” I rushed to his side, clasping his cheeks. I was projecting images of us cuddling under the moonlight. He was holding me tightly, whispering jokes and things I wanted to hear.
“Ok, tomorrow night. You and me by the creek.” Jacob was peering in the distance. Of course when I cringed my eyes, all I saw were evergreens quivering in the chilly air. It wasn’t the type of “peer” I wanted to see. It was as if he saw something I didn’t wish his eyes saw.
It was my father, uncle Emmet, and uncle Jasper that emerged from the sopping wet forest. They were rushing, obviously eager to get to Jake as soon as possible.
“Jacob. Something very important has come up. We need to talk with you privately,” my father said, eying me on the last part. That was my cue to leave, and I did so hesitantly. My curiosity would mob my sanity if I didn’t listen.
“Ness….you should go,” Jake announced, still keeping an attentive gaze on my father.
There were four things I pondered as I drudged my way upstairs.
1. First and foremost, what was this “secret business” they were keeping from me?
2. Should I be alarmed?
3. Will everyone but me know of this?
4. And four, I am horrified. Yes flat-out terrified. No, I didn’t inherit Alice’s premonitions . . . but I had somewhat of a vision you could say. It was something evil…lurking around close by. My safety was in danger and everyone but me officially knew it.
To ease the panging pain of anxiety, I slipped on my knee-high socks. I couldn’t help but bitterly laugh at the design; smiley faces. What I wouldn’t give to feel that . . . happy and safe.
As much as the measures I knew Jacob and Edward- even Leah Clearwater herself – would go to protect me…I still felt unsafe. Like I was open for any attack that would come my way…..whether it be involving me or not in the fight.
Frustrated as I was, I shut my eyes and dreamt a beautiful dream. The dream consisted of a resolution that would never resolve my angst, confusion, or alarmed feeling. Images of half-naked Jacob didn’t heal much….just stitched up the matter for a few moments. That’s the part where I doze off thinking everything was alright.
Then she got to me. At four AM, like hushed whispers, haunting you from a regrettable experience. A glimpse of her pulverizing crimson shade and I was already eligible to be dead.
It wasn’t a red head, but a blondie. She was pursuing me, not stopping until she reached my lively blood vessels. Her curled ringlets were as strikingly beautiful as mine, along with the rest of her immortal aura.
Of all noticeable features, it was the eerie smirk she played on her face. It was more of a “you better watch out” than an “I’m going to kill you” expression. The difference was that blondie wanted to play games instead of just instantly killing me. She desired for me to feel excruciating pain from her venom.
But every time I asked for her name, she just smirked. Each time I questioned like a helpless, feeble, and desperate human I was gambling with my life. Only this time, the gamble wasn’t going my way.
She began singing the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard before. It was something everyone admired; even more so because she was immortal, luring me in to every note.
It was then I realized her singing voice was mine…..my voice was in the predator’s body. Still, it was obvious I was not her.
Had she stolen my voice? If so, how? What did this vision symbolize? Why did she want to kill me? Why did she rob my voice?
More importantly: Should I worry?
There was no way my guitar would soothe me, especially when I had much more on my mind like filing a lawsuit for the theft of my larynx.
Time to sleep (or try not to panic),
-Renesmee, A.K.A “Victim”
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