I do not own any of these characters or their back stories. I would, however, finish Midnight Sun even if it was leaked onto the Internet, and I hope one day SM does to.
Chapter One
"Renesmee!" I heard my mom yelling from deep in the large forest. "You ready to go home?" She called.
"Coming!" Drinking blood wasn't my favorite, but I had to do it as part of this strange half-human, half-vampire life I lived. At least my family had decided to feed off of animals instead of humans... yuck, I couldn't even stand the thought.
I stood up from the moose I had just finished and made sure my clothes were clean - not that they ever got dirty anymore. It was an old habit to break. The moon wasn't full and there was a cloud cover, but I could see as clear as if it were daylight, probably even better, as I raced with inhuman speed through the dark, silent woods to my parents.
They were waiting for me at the edge of the clearing near our home in the woods of Southern Alaska. I crossed the rock filled brook between us in one leap, enjoying the feel of the cool night air against my warm skin. The rest of our family, the other Cullens, were close by in homes of their own. They had paired off into separate homes after we moved here from Forks, Washington. They had all lived together in one large home when we left there eight years ago, soon after I was born. Bringing me up out of the sight of humans was key - my rapid development would make me a very strange sight to any human who had contact with me for more then a couple days' time. Though I had only been on this earth eight years, I looked and felt about 18.
"Ugh." I groaned to myself, the taste of blood still in the back of my throat. I went to straight the kitchen - a useless room in the other homes of the Cullens' - but being what I was, I liked people food, too. And right now a cold drink seemed the best way to get this awful feeling out of my mouth. I heard my parents laughing behind me. They were following me, holding hands of course. They could barely stop touching each other even for five minutes. It was cute them being so in love. Even after eight years. Of course eight years was like a minute to vampires. I smiled to myself as I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade.
My dad, Edward, sat down lightly at the polished granite counter and watched me pour myself a glass of juice, amused as he always was by my obvious distaste for the blood I couldn't survive without. "I guess our daughter is never going to get used to the taste of blood." His golden eyes danced as he looked first at me, then my mother, Bella. "Maybe she's not really ours?" He joked.
"Hmph - like her birth is something you could ever forget," my mom said, a slight growl in her voice. Then she relaxed. "Or maybe you're right, love, maybe she's Mike Newton's?" In a flash, Edward had her pinned against the stone floor, tickling her.
"What? What was that you said? MIke Newton? Yeah, she looks just like him." Their giggling and fighting began to take a recognizable turn toward the desire they constantly felt for each other, and I took that opportunity to excuse myself from the kitchen, wondering who the hell is Mike Newton?
"Hey, I'm going to visit Jacob," I yelled over my shoulder on the way out.
"Okay, love you!" They both responded - then I heard them return to their laughter and play fighting.
They used to try to hide their physical relationship from me, taking me over to one of my Aunts and Uncles' or maybe Gramma Esme and Grampa Carlisle's. Sometimes they would let me spend the day with Jacob. But once I got old enough to understand what was going on between them, they became comfortable with me excusing myself at the proper moments. To me, it was all part of their love for each other. The whole picture. It was who they were, it was how I came to be, and one day, I would know those feelings for myself. This made me smile a little and my thoughts returned to Jacob.
Jacob had imprinted on me the very day I was born. It meant to his kind (his kind being shape shifters, and in this case he and his pack shape shifted into very large wolves) that we were tied together forever. I knew I had his undying devotion and love for the length of our existence. And I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty awesome. When I was younger, he was like the big brother I would never have. As I got older, our relationship became a little more... mature. Especially lately, and especially as I was beginning to want to know what it was like to feel the way my parents obviously felt for each other. I always knew Jacob would be that person for me. He had even left his pack to come with us to Alaska - although Seth and Leah were never really too far away, since members of the same pack were linked telepathically when they changed from their human forms.
He lived in our little Cullen community, too. In his own house, of course - mostly because Jake and my Cullen family couldn't stand the way each other smelled. By nature, vampires and werewolves were never meant to be close. In fact, they are supposed to be enemies. But just as my parents had defied everything known between humans and vampires (my mother was human when she met my father and up until she gave birth to me) now Jake and I were defying everything known about vampires and werewolves. Sometimes it was really crazy being me. Thank goodness I had such open minded and easy going parents to talk to. On top of that, it was easy for me to share my thoughts and feelings with anyone. All I had to do was touch someone and I could convey my emotions and thoughts to that person. It was a gift I took a lot of pride in. I had been practicing controlling it over the years, so that way every time I touched someone they weren't bombarded with strange sensations that weren't their own.
I approached Jake's little cottage, he had chosen the smallest house in the area since he lived by himself, and without knocking, walked in to the cozy little family room and plopped myself down in front of the fire he had going. None of us needed the warmth, it was only for aesthetics - he knew I loved to watch the light dance around the room. It was still early in the evening, only nine or so, so I knew I wouldn't be waking him and that he had to have heard me come in.
"Hey Nessie!" I groaned at the nickname I was really beginning to hate as Jake sat down and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my hair. I leaned back in his warm embrace, deciding not to scold him again about calling me Nessie, instead enjoying the way it felt for him to hold me. His lips against my hair were causing my body to respond in very new and different ways then it used to before. Then, it was platonic, there was never a doubt about that. But now, things were definitely changing. And I knew I was getting ready to explore those changes.
