Vanessa Wolfe

Complete Summary: What if during the battle Jake and Nessie were forced to flea? what if the had to run away and become Vanessa and Jacob Wolfe? and What if one of the Volturi erased Nessie's memory of her family and her life? What if she grew up denying that she was half vampire? What if she grew up into an angry bitter b*tch? What if her parents are still out there? Looking for her? This is a whole new side of Nessie. And she honestly prefers to be called Vanessa.


PREFACE

Everything was moving in slow motion. She stared at me, saying nothing. The figure's cloak whipped in the wind, but it was slow. The people around us walked with a pace so slight. A harsh wind blew back the hood, and she was revealed.

Her eyes were a glowing crimson red. I blinked hard, and pulled a bronze curl out of my mouth. She moved slowly. Her waves of brown blowing back from her pale face. Her lips parted, and she whispered to herself. I heard nothing. She spoke too fast.

She looked so familiar. It was like a dream. I knew I'd seen her somewhere before. I could hear Jake calling me. I made no effort to find him.

"Vanessa!" his voice called. I ignored it.

Above us, the clock tolled. It was noon. She looked up at the time, and panic struck her gorgeous face. She blinked. I took a step toward her. Her lips moved again, slower. She mouthed, Renesmee.

How could she know that name? The name I forbid Jacob to call me. The name that haunted me in my dreams. The name I refused to ever be called. The name given to me by my mother. But she was dead. Wasn't she?

For only a second, a man crossed my path. I lost sight of her for a second. Only a second. But once he was out of my way, the woman was gone. She was gone, just as the sun began to peek around the clouds, and grace us with it's presence.

In an alley yards away, I saw a shadow of a cloak bellowing away.