AN: Renesmee is about 8 ½ in this fic. For the sake of the plotline, the aging slowed down to just a little faster than human. In my mind, it would speed up again in puberty.
Disclaimer: If I were Stephenie Meyer... well, I wouldn't have to put a disclaimer on it; now would I?
A Cullen Thanksgiving
Renesmee had an idea. She had seen how humans had celebrated Thanksgiving, mainly on television because she was home schooled. Seeing the humans eat turkey and other foods, and seeing several turkeys being prepared on Food Network, an idea had been sparked. She grabbed a notebook and started writing down a plan, and marking a map...
On Thanksgiving day, a little girl with bronze hair went around town with a clean, empty bucket in each hand. House by house, she collected the blood that was kept in the turkeys from the other inhabitants of Athena, Oregon. (pop. 990 humans, 9 vampires, and 1 werewolf) When she arrived home she busily set to work. Everybody was out, she had managed to convince them that she could be left home alone; after all, she was stronger than any human, and Alice hadn't seen any vampires coming to town.
As she separated the collected blood into nine different bowls, she put the small turkey she had bought into the fridge for later. To five of the nine bowls she added a couple tablespoons of the grizzly that was in the fridge. To two of the remaining bowls she added lamb's blood (collected by chance from one unusual family who didn't have turkey for Thanksgiving.) To the last two, she added mountain lion, kept as a snack for her parents.
She had just finished heating the turkey and blood up in the microwave when the rest of the family got back. She set up the table, their specific meal in front of everyone's usual seat- the turkey for Jake.
"What's this, dear?" asked her mother.
"This is our Thanksgiving dinner!" Renesmee stated happily.
"Blood? That's ... nice. I guess... If you like that sort of thing..." Jake struggled not to upset her while at the same time being more than a little disgusted.
"You get the turkey, I know you don't like blood." Renesmee told him, looking at him as if he was dim.
"I knew that... I was just..."
"You're silly Jake." Renesmee smiled up at him.
The meal went well after that, everyone happy with the taste and smell of everything. Except for Jake, who didn't like the smell of blood, but it was worth it to see the smile on her face when they all were finished.
While curled up in an armchair in front of the fireplace in the livingroom, Renesmee thought to herself, I think I like Thanksgiving. With that thought, she snuggled into Jake's chest and drifted off to sleep.
AN: sorry if any of them are OOC. I tried my best. I also got my friend to Beta it!!! I is so happy! ^_^
