Hi Guys! :)
I'm still continuing "You Love Me" (Hunger Games) but this story has several chapters written so I wanted to give you a taste of it. This is just the first chapter, and so far there are several of them. The book is called "Violet Sunset" and is a continuation of The Twilight Saga. Basically, it takes place seven years after Breaking Dawn ends, when Renesmee is full growth.
Let me know what you think! :D This book is split up into four parts, and each of the parts are about forty pages. I've already completed the first part, which is from Renesmee's POV. The second book is from Bella's, the third Jacob's, then back to Renesmee. :)
Obviously, Renesmee and Jacob are together in the story. :D I loved that pairing! And I felt like they still had a lot of story to tell.
I'm updating "You Love Me" later today...
Enjoy! I 3 Reviews! ;)
-Homey
Disclaimer: I might be team Edward, but Jacob is still awesome. And he belongs to Stephenie Meyer. So does Nessie, Bella, Carlisle, Jasper, Esme...so on and so forth. They're ALL hers.
©HomeschoolGirl 2012, or at least this actual post is. The characters, not so much. But anyway, please don't use this as your own. Thanks!
BOOK ONE
renesmee
"You nicked-named my daughter after the Lock Ness Monster!"
-Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn
Prologue
This could not be happening.
Well, technically, it could. I mean-I'd faced death in more than one situation. Several times. Sadly. If it wasn't so frightening I'd probably laugh at how pathetic that sounded. Next to me, the boy quivered. Violent spasms rocked down his spine, shaking his frame. I felt like putting a hand on him, restricting, but it might only make his practiced self-control fall to pieces. Instead, I let it go, clinging to the mere hope he might not feel the need to avenge me.
And so, with shaky steps, I walked forward to meet my fate.
Chapter One: BirthDay?
Purple skies swirled above my head as I ran. I didn't know where I was running, only that the destination would bring me happiness. All at once, rain began pouring down. The transition in weather was so fast it blurred into existence. I could almost taste my annoyance, and then I saw him. Cooper-skinned, black-haired and beautiful, he stood before me, palms up in surrender. I walked forward, smiling slightly. He looked worried, though I was already his. No need for uncertainty…
"Happy Birthday, Nessie!"
The voice broke through my dream, shattering it in an instant. I had a sudden urge to hit something, and hard. I was having a nice dream, about a nice boy, and who interrupts it?
"Alice!" I screeched, covering my ears.
"That's Aunt Alice to you. Don't go all Bella on me, sweetie."
I rolled my eyes as the wind-chime voice went up an octave.
"I got you a present. But, ugh! I can't see anything! What if you don't like it? What if…"
I rolled over, smiling as I saw the small woman sitting on my bed. Or, rather, a girl…even though Alice was nearly a hundred and fifty years old, she was still so tiny it was ridiculous. Thin arms, thin face, thin torso…and wild, black hair that stuck out from her face every which-way. She held a small, silver-wrapped box in her hand. I sat up, tugging at my tank top as I did so.
"I'm sure I'll love it, Aunt Alice. Thanks." I took the gift from her, ripping through the wrapping. She grimaced at my hastiness.
It was a small book of Frost poems, a volume I didn't have. I smiled slightly, leaning forward to wrap my free arm around her. The other grasped the faded leather cover of my new novel.
"It's an antique," she reminded me sternly. "So be gentle, please?"
I rolled my eyes. "No need to worry about that."
Two more people suddenly appeared in my room, having dashed there at an inhuman speed. My mother was one of them, her thick, dark hair waving down past her waist. She smiled at me, showcasing perfectly white teeth. The man next to her, with bronze hair and a body any male model would have killed for, was my father.
I waved halfheartedly, plopping back down on my pillow. "Hi. Bye."
"Don't be such a downer," my mom said with a smile, climbing up next to Alice. She looked over at my father, and then back down at me. "I would sing happy birthday, but I might shatter something…"
"Bella, love, your voice is exquisite," my father whispered quietly from beside her. He leaned over to brush his lips silently across hers. I was tempted to lose my meal from last night, but refrained. That wouldn't help anything.
"Not that I don't adore the love fest that is going on," I said a few seconds later, as they were still kissing. "But I have a full stomach, and…"
"Later," mom said, her voice barely carrying any sound. But my sensitive ears caught it, and I gagged.
"I thought this was my birthday, hello? No PDA, please."
Dad suddenly grinned, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. "Fine, fine. But I must make an exception for the birthday girl."
"Me as well," mom said, kissing my forehead. "Happy birthday, Renesmee."
I half-smiled, despite myself. "You're forgiven for the kissing. Thanks."
Alice's eyes suddenly glazed over. She stared distantly at the wall, as if seeing something. But really nothing was here, just in her mind…
Dad's slight gasp interrupted my tangled thoughts. He frowned for a moment, and then grinned. "Alright…well, that settles it."
Mom looked over at him with confusion, but didn't press the matter. Alice was suddenly back-to-earth, and focused entirely on picking lint from my bed sheets. I rolled my eyes. I would figure out what she had seen later. For now…
"I promised to spend the day with Jake," I said, hopping blithely from the bed.
Dad shot mom a wary glance. "I don't know…"
"Oh, c'mon!" I said, resorting to begging. I clasped my pale hands together, giving them my best smile. "I thought since I'm a legal adult now I can, you know, do as I please. That sort of thing."
Mom grinned. "Honey, you're seven."
"Technically," I said with impatience, gesturing towards my five-foot-five figure. "But physically, and mentally, I'm eighteen. Full maturity."
I dressed as I spoke, uncaring of whether they saw me. Not that they wanted to. Mom politely turned her head away, as did dad. Only Alice stared, narrowing her eyes as she saw my undergarments. There was nothing my Aunt hated more than faded clothes-even panties.
"I guess I don't care," mom finally relented, looking to dad. "Edward?"
He shrugged. "But first…"
I was just buttoning my pants as he turned and threw me something. I caught it neatly, opening the top to the purple box in the same second. Movement was so instantaneous for our kind. The second we thought of doing something, it was already done.
So that's how, in all of one second, I was dressed, holding a new present, and staring down at my new possession.
"It's beautiful," I said, gasping a little as my golden eyes caught the little row of diamonds that encircled my new ring. There were ten total.
"One for each of our family," Mom explained. "The big one is Emmett…"
My keen eyes easily spotted the biggest jewel. It was flashy, strong looking, and taunting to all the others. Just like my uncle. I couldn't help but smile.
"The one next to that is Rosalie, since it's the shiniest…"
I really smiled now. I was close with my second Aunt, a blonde beauty with a perfect figure, but she was a bit conceited. The diamond I looked at also had a flawless shape, perfect edges, and it sparkled beautifully.
"That makes sense…"
Dad chuckled darkly, taking over for mom. "The little one that's super small? That's Alice. It's annoyingly small…"
Beside me, Alice hissed, her lips pulling back over her teeth. I laughed, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"Alice is not annoying! Pesky, maybe…"
She swatted at me playfully, and I laughed. Out of all my family, I was probably closest with her. Even more so than my mother, who was looking at me expectantly.
"The tallest, skinniest diamond is Jasper," she explained, even though I had guessed it at this point. My Uncle, Alice's partner, was lean, blonde, and stretched-out. He was often sullen looking, but his love for Alice conquered all…
"The most polished one is Carlisle," mom continued. "And the one next to him, that's Esme of course."
I smiled as she spoke of my grandparents. Although that word wasn't the most proper fit for the two young lovers in their mid-to-late twenties. My dad smiled a bit at the mention of his adoptive parents, as did I. Where would we be without them?
I studied the ring some more, smiling as I saw the two diamonds linked together. I pointed to them. "This stands for you guys, right?"
"Right.." Mom said, grinning up at dad. "Because we're never apart. And we love each other."
"The one that's tinted pink is you," Dad said softly, wrapping a secure arm around mom. He kissed her hair. "It's beautiful, and kind, and pleasant…just like our lovely daughter."
"What about this one?" I asked, indicating to the stone set in the dead center.
"Well, that's Jake," mom said with a grin. "Since he's kind of your rock. He keeps you grounded, he's there for you…we figured this stone had the same kind of symbolism. More or less."
I blushed a little at that. "Well, thank you guys. These gifts are perfect…" I trailed off to lean over and hug them.
I hadn't noticed Alice had left until now. I stared at the spot on the bed where she had been only a few moments ago.
"Where did she head off to?"
"She had to take care of some, er, things," Dad mumbled. Then he smiled. "Go have fun with Jake, then. We're glad you liked your gift."
"Loved it," I assured them, kissing both of their stone-cold cheeks. "And love you."
"You, too, Nessie," mom said, wrapping her arms around me. "Forever and always, right?"
"Right!" I agreed, pulling away with a laugh. "See ya!"
And I hurried off to La Push.
