I still couldn't understand what was o interesting about me; why anyone, no matter who, would find such contentment in watching me. But there he was - the only half-vampire I knew of - staring at me and my parents with such scrutiny. Father told me he only envied us and was pondering over how he could forgive himself for committing a crime not known to him.

Even so, it unnerved me. I felt all the love and adoration swarming around me daily, but they were my family. This was my coven; it was natural to be loved. Like everyone was in a deep depression when Alice and Jasper disappeared to save us all. Or me.

How did she save us? What significance could she bring after abandoning us all? That's how I felt whence I saw her running toward us as we stood patiently waiting for our doom while the Volturi consulted over a decision we all knew too well. Yes, I understood it; I understood it all. Father caught a gist of what was going through my head as he stared triumphantly toward the Volturi. I saw him staring me down accusingly through his peripheral. When playing innocent and lying my head against my Jacob's fur didn't work, I thoughtfully begged him to never voice my thoughts to any; especially mom. He inclined his head slightly in understanding, and turned fully away as Alice approached.

I was a kid then, I didn't really understand all as much as I thought I did. But as the half-vampire Nahuel began to speak, his presence became all that I focused on. Maybe it was the fact that he was another like me, when I felt that I didn't fit into my coven after all; maybe it was the fact that he was here to save my family and friends' lives, to save me; maybe just maybe it was the fact that, even being half-human, he was the second most beautiful creature to ever come across my senses.

A sharp, no longer than the shortest of a second, glance from my father told me that my thoughts were traveling in a very disapproving direction. I leaned forward, hiding my face in the fur of my oblivious Jacob's neck. I couldn't help the blush that crept up my cheeks at my embarrassment and discomfort of the new feelings swelling within me.

Nahuel. I thanked him, as the Volturi turned there backs, as everyone erupted in cheers; after my mom nearly ripped me from Jacob's back, and informed me that I was staying with her forever and ever. The thought of leaving my mom had me so sad and anxious. The fact that I was the cause of this distress, and the death of my coven and other innocent lives made me feel like a horrible person. And most of all, the fact that I would be running away as everyone fought to the death to protect someone that could -and never did- give them something in return, made me feel like nothing short of a monster.

But Nahuel saved them, and me, from such faults. He, who bared the same existence, was saving us all because of it, instead of becoming their downfall.

So as he stared at my mother with so much praise, I couldn't help my eyes or my thoughts as they focused on nothing but him. I wouldn't. I sent a silent apology to my father as my thoughts of Nahuel picked up once again where they left off.

But it is true. You, Nahuel, are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, besides my mother. No, not just your looks. Not just your dark, rich skin tone of the Amazon; not just your silky, black hair braided elegantly from the base of your neck to the small of your back; or your beautiful and bright teak-colored eyes. But the person you are: how your existence brings victory and not death like mine, how you spoke with confidence to our enemies as I shook cowardly on Jacob's back, how you seemed like the leader of our existence. I looked up to you as the only one of my kind -excluding the three sisters I heard of- the one where I could get my guidance from.

I.. admired you, Nahuel.

When his eyes found mine, a feeling filled my chest that made me wish he would look at me again.

The world spun when his eyes left mine, my eyes became lidded. All I could see of Nahuel was the faint blush on his cheeks, proving true of what he is, and his pouted lips and chin. But before darkness overcame me, those pouted lips twitched upwards slightly; no one would have realized had they not been staring at him for the past minute as I was.

For a moment I felt like Jasper, like I could feel his happiness run over my skin, leaving a tingling trail; similar to when Jacob held me in his arms as I slept, to when Rosalie ran a brush through my hair softly, to when father sings me a song and mother reads me stories, to when Grandfather and Grandmother Carlisle and Esme, and Auntie and Uncle Alice and Jasper and Emmett- to when my entire coven smiles at me, telling me silently that my existence was welcomed.

It made me feel at home, safe and comforted in my savior. I couldn't help nor stop the smile that overcame my face, and I fell into a peaceful sleep, no longer questioning whether I should -would- wake up the next day.

Renesmee awoke to a loud crash, then a snarl in warning. As two forces collided, she felt familiar arms tighten around her back and her thighs. Once her eyes opened, she was first met with the opaque-colored orbs staring down at her worriedly, before looking back up. She leaned over her father's arms to see her mother crouched over a very deformed looking vase. How it appeared outside? She didn't know.

Over two meters away from her mother was her Uncle Emmett hunched over slightly, advancing slowly. It seems to me like Uncle Emmett challenged mom to another match to see if she lost her strength yet. I sighed delicately. I'm sure if Emmett kept this up everyday until the newborn effects wore off she'd end up keeping her strength and beating him indefinitely.

Father chuckled at my thoughts, which brought a smile to my face. I looked around. Everyone was out here sitting or either standing behind father and me; but instead of their eyes on the fight they were watching me. I sent them a bright smile and wave and giggled as they swooned.

Everyone; Alice, Emmett, Esme, Rosalie, Carlisle, and my favorite Uncle Jasper. No means of picking, it's just Uncle Jasper understood me better than anyone; even dad who was in my head daily, even in my dreams. I loved them all equally -maybe mom more than the rest- but Uncle Jasper and I have an unexplainable bond. Maybe it was because we were so much a like we could have been twins. We were both somber for similar reasons: death. I Hadn't killed anyone but I could have had it not been for Nahuel. It wasn't thirst that made us alike; but the fact that knowing our existence once brought about demise.

I may have also turned out like Jasper when it came to ferocity; we both had a sort of passion for the art of combat, and we were usually more serious when it came down to such matters than the others. I suppose I got my competitive and protective nature from Uncle Jasper as well. I inherited more of his traits than I did my own father.

"At least I know where I stand now, Renesmee," father said sarcastically, nuzzling his nose at my ear. I giggled lightly.

My head still rested on his shoulder as I watched the many eyes watching me, then immediately my mood changed. Uncle Jasper stared at me in disbelief. Why is she sad?' I bet is what he's asking. I lifted my hand from father's shoulder and touched his neck. I didn't need to since he could already read my mind, but it was force of habit. I let Nahuel's face and confusion sift through my mind.

I didn't miss the way he stilled. "What does she want?" was chorused by the family that wasn't engaged in fighting. Father ignored their questions and answered to me, "Nahuel has left with his aunt Hulien," My hand dropped, but I wouldn't let anything pass through my mind, my expression, or my mood. Father shook his head in disappointment -or maybe it was just displeasure? "They promised to visit you again, don't worry."

That was all the blessing I needed. Father deeply disapproved of my feelings for Nahuel. But why? Can I not feel admiration for him for saving us, father?

His reply was nothing short of confusing. "you will soon come to know that it is not simply admiration you feel for him." He spat the word with distaste. Did I do something wrong? His expression immediately softened, but he said nothing. I rested my head on his shoulder, ignoring the eyes of disbelief piercing wholes into my head and back. Patting father's neck, I let him rack my brain for answers to my feelings of worship for Nahuel.

He sighed exasperatedly as mother took me into her arms. I stared at him over her shoulder, him meeting my gaze full forth. I was intently staring, waiting for his judgment to what he saw. But only one word breathed pass his lips, a name that confused me. "Jacob."

???? I don't understand, father. What did Jacob have to do with this?

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Over the time we were preparing for the Volturi's attack, me and father found out a few things. Not only did I inherit the opposite of my father's gift, but my mother's too. Instead of making a gift ineffective, I could strengthen one's gift, if it is nothing but mental. For example: Uncle Jasper tried a multitude of times to calm father down once Uncle Emmett challenged mom to a fight. Father was angry, and Jasper's gift of calm was merely shaken from his shoulders. It was then that I saw a certain force between Jasper and father as he tried desperately to transfer his calm to him. It was identical to an invisible shield pouring out of Uncle Jasper to him, but being thwarted by a shield surrounding my father.

I immediately knew what I had to do. I used my mind to control the calm radiating from Uncle Jasper, and as if it were clutches, grabbed onto father's shield forcefully, ripping it apart. Not only was father calm, but brought to the ground. Throughout the entire thing father was in my head and saw everything I saw. He threw himself into research with Father Carlisle, and explained to me exactly what I done. Mom was gone away to do something -that I now know was to help me get away successfully while everyone fought- and I begged them to keep it to themselves. I didn't want mom worrying about me anymore than she already did; she always took my accomplishments as something to fear, weirdly.

I also found out something else: I can control one's gift also. If with the right manipulation, I could have turned Uncle Jasper's calm into another feeling and directed it to anyone else. We didn't experiment on it, because right after that little occurrence I was devoid of the feel of tranquility. I took the feeling out of myself and gave it away, nothing like Uncle Jasper's gift at all.

Back to father. He could read my thoughts, but only the thoughts going through my head. With the help of my strange gift, father's gift would strengthen and would become as strong as Aro's -maybe even stronger. He heard every thought to ever cross my head, every nook and cranny he could reach; like he has many times before. I never kept anything from my father. Even as I started high school.

I sat silently next to Jacob, lying my head against his shoulder. I remembered after father gave me to my mother he went to explain everything to the family. They were all astonished, and I joined them as mom and Carlisle breathed the same word father did. I remembered how I pressed my palm to mom's cheek, showing her Jacob's face and my confusion. She had silently shook her head.

And even now, a few measly years later, they were hiding something from me once again. I may be more intelligent than mom when she was still in high school, but clearly I wasn't old enough.

Mom was holding me around my shoulders to her chest; since I had grown, this was the way she usually held me. I had pushed out of her arms gently and walked across the yard to the lake that sat before the woods. Alice whispered something to someone, "go ahead," with so much anxiety I was forced to look back. I spotted Uncle Jasper headed my way. Well, not headed. He was by my side before I could fully look behind me.

I stared up at him with big eyes. He simply sighed and sat down, propping his arm on his one raised knee. I crawled beside him, staring him directly in the eyes for more than a second. "Confused." Uncle Jasper didn't speak much. But I understood him perfectly.

Pressing my hand to his arm, I showed him Nahuel and me. A wall was separating us. On my side was death, on Nahuel's side was life, then how he jumped the wall and restored life to my side. Then I showed his face, lingering on the parts I liked most; like how his bright teak eyes stood out more than anything, how his lips seem to pout when he wasn't sad, how his hair blew in the wind as he spoke confidently to the Volturi. Admiration overwhelmed me so much that I ended up showing more than I meant to. Me smiling as Nahuel looked at me, us walking together as he pointed and explained things, him handing me all that I needed without wanting any in return. Then him running off and leaving nothing but a path for me to follow.

"He isn't a God," rang through my ears as I came too. I backed away from the hostile look in his eyes. Noticing this, he immediately softened and caressed me with a wave of tranquility. "Sorry."

"I know. It seems no one excepts my feelings for our savior?" I said with more accusation than confusion.

"No, it is just a surprise. You are more mature than most teenagers, it is likely to awaken your hormones a lot earlier than we can take." I nodded with understanding.

"But what is so wrong with looking up to someone? All children look up to their parents, or anyone that protects the innocent view of their world. Nahuel has saved us all from defeat. I am thankful." My eyes lowered as Nahuel once again filled my thoughts. Thinking of him didn't feel nice, because he was gone and I could not learn from him, or greet him as a person.

My thoughts were voiced and my feelings mixed with question for those of my family. "Why are you all acting like this? He saved us. We should be grateful." I felt my eyes tear as my voice and feelings rose. "He saved us! We should be thankful! Because- because-" I choked back a sob as I leapt from Jasper's side. "TO me - he is a God!!" My breathing accelerated as tears fell down my cheeks.

I wasn't as dense as any other two year old. My family didn't approve of Nahuel as someone I admired. They may feel that he isn't worth such trust from me -from them yes, but no, not Renesmee. Not the amazingly beautiful Renesmee.

"You have it all wrong Ness-"

"Don't call me that!" I ran past my father, but didn't make it far as Jacob caught me in his arms. "Hey, what's going on?" I stared at Jacob with teary eyes, his immediately widened. "Jakey!" I cried, burying my head in his chest.

"Nessie? Nessie! Oh god, Nessie?! What's wrong with her?" he yelled to my family. No one spoke, they all just stared at me. "Jakey-" he looked down. "They- no one - believes me. No one - can see how amazing-" I hiccupped throughout my speech. Jacob rubbed my back urging me one, but I couldn't speak.

I pressed my hand to his neck. Nahuel's face filled my mind with so much admiration and ferocity that I was silent. I didn't hear nothing but the breathing and heartbeat of the one's who had one. When Jacob's heart picked up pace I looked at him to see his face devoid of color.

"What's the meaning of this?" he asked me. At first I thought he would act like the rest, but his face broke into a smile. "Daddy don't like the new crush, eh?" My eyes widened and I blushed.

"Of course not! How could you even think such a thing?" He set me on my feet as I continued to rant, crossing his massive arms over his chest. That cocky grin never left his face. I forgot about the tears that mysteriously disappeared as I explained how my hormones hadn't kicked in yet. Everyone else seemed to calm down more also.

"So," Jacob started, knocking me out of my reverie. "about this guy."

"Oh not you too?" I whined. He merely grinned.

"Well, don't forget about me. I'm your second father just as much as Rosalie is your second mother." (A/N: Yea so what? In the book they said Jacob will be whatever she needs, and since he imprinted on a kid, love will not come in. It could as she grows if she have an attraction for him, but in this story I don't want him to grieve anymore than need be.) He winced at his own example, feebly disapproving it. "So, how do you feel about him, Nessie? Come on, tell me all."

I was provoked to nag about him calling me Nessie, but at the mention of coming to pass with my strange feelings for Nahuel, and someone who would listen instead of judge, I couldn't pass this chance up. "I can't tell you what I don't understand." I didn't understand, I was only four for crying out loud! I felt my family pushing in closer from wherever they were, but not being seen. Only Uncle Jasper, who leaned against a tree lazily, staring at me intently, was seen by my eyes. "I do know that I want to see him again. We never had a chance to talk, and I couldn't thank him for all that he's done. Auntie Alice told me that when she found him she asked him to come fend off Volturi. He immediately refused, but once she mentioned how I and everyone else was in danger and he could stop it peacefully, he came without question. Such bravery. And how he stood up to Volturi." I paused, fiddling with a curl. "And how he looked at me when I was mentioned. His eyes didn't hold possessiveness, more of protectiveness; but if it did I could understand. There were so few of us, maybe only five including his three sisters. Nahuel, as being the first and only male of our kind, felt the need to protect us from the dangers of both vampires and humans. I could understand it, see it in his eyes. He may not want our worship, but to me - Nahuel, was the closest to a God one on Earth could get."

I closed my eyes, waiting for judgment. The vampires were still, completely still and never moving. Jacob was looking over my head, his eyes seeming not to be here. When I tugged on his shirt he looked at me. His eyes held something I couldn't understand.

"You are growing, Nessie." The grave tone in his voice distracted me from the silly nickname. Father came into view.

He sighed. "Nahuel, that once confused, sad boy deserves to hear this more than any of us here." Father's words stayed with me.

"And I will tell him." Alice walked up to me as I stood, we looked at each other eye to eye. She was ecstatic that I hadn't outgrown her and wouldn't for a while.

"You're lucky. Nahuel and a friend, along with his aunt, will be here when the trees are barren."

Fall has indeed began. I glanced over to the tree Uncle Jasper still leaned against and my eyes widened. I'm positive all leaves will have fallen off that tree by tomorrow. "That's tomorrow!" Alice laughed.

"He isn't just here to greet us all, he has a favor to ask, and-" She looked at me seriously. "He really wants to see how you've grown Nessie."

The growl of my father and Jacob had nothing on the one that ripped through my lips at Alice.

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OMG! I finally did a Twilight fanfic… but god I should stop it… I didn't even finish the chapters for all other stories I uploaded. I'm sorry!!! I just got so tired of it all… no one appreciates them.. Well maybe they do but my motivation to finish them all has vanished.

The story I made from scratch "Disturbia" about the vampires and the pixie and werewolf alliance is gonna continue.. I should have put up chaps 6 and 7 by this weekend week.. OH! And of course the Sasuhina, I just HAVE to continue that one… I have some but I want the chap to be long so please wait a little while more… Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this. I was tired of reading NessieNahuel stories that didn't give me all I wanted and with poor grammar -sorry, please excuse my mistakes also.

Tell me what you guys liked and what you want more of… This never happened before, but-

WARNING: Future biting and blood drinking… -I hate that they can't drink each others blood, but Nahuel and Nessie can!!!!!

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