Disclaimer: This is my first real Fanfiction! Please critique and let me know what you think. I am eager to know if it's interesting or not. I am determined to make this fanfiction spin-off as much like the existing saga. Therefore, it would start with a Preface, taking place near the end of the story. However, because I do not know exactly how my story will end, well, I'll add that in later. Thank you!
NIGHTFALL
CHAPTER ONE: UNEXPECTED
I smiled as I watched the familiar broad human form of my Jacob stalk out of the trees.
"Aw, Ness! I let you win, just so you know." He proclaimed. My best friend, Jacob, and I were hunting in the cool North Alaskan forest. It was late November, so the misty fog was starting to twist mercilessly over the white branches of the towering trees. He took a seat on the fallen, rotting tree that I'm resting on.
"Sure, sure." I grinned suspiciously. I know that he knows I beat him this time. Ever since I reached the glorious physical age of 14, I'd been able to overpower Jacob's monstrous muscles and lightning bolt reflexes to the satisfying kill of the week. I had attacked a wild male black bear. Jacob tackled an elk. My hunting senses have yet to be as keen as Jacob's, though. I guess being a Quileuete werewolf in need of the hunt kind of does that to you.
Jacob is a werewolf. He is the strongest shape-shifter among his Native American tribe, the Quileuetes. A few lucky members have the gene, and my Jacob is one of those lucky ones. Quil, Sam, Paul, Jared, Embry, Brady, Collin, and Seth are what we have so far. Leah, however, is a mystery. She is the only girl among them; yet she is the fastest and my best friend. But when I say "best friend," I don't mean like Jacob. He is much, much more than that.
Leah became more friendly towards me when I was two, physically eleven. We shared each other's secrets, but somehow she seemed to know something even I didn't. I think everyone does.
The way that Jacob and I are connected, I cannot explain. I have never felt angry towards him, and he never me. When I was younger, it was as if he was my older brother. Now, he's my best friend.
"Earth to Nessie!" He waved his giant mitt in front of my face to grasp hold of my attention.
Sorry, I was just thinking, I projected, courtesy of my gift. It was rarely now that I used my unique power of communication through touch, I had been told often by my father that speaking aloud provided benefit for most humans, vampires, and werewolves.
"About which boys? Tell me," Jacob smirked, placing his hand against his heart, sighing dreamily. What a tease.
"Jake!" I exclaimed. "You know I don't see boys like THAT yet! I'm five and a half!"
"Oh, what, then? You prefer boys your actual age?" He teased.
"Jake," I warned, trying to keep a straight face. I failed hopelessly, erupting giggles here and there.
Because I am half-vampire and half-human, I grow mentally and physically more rapid than human children, but have the mental capacity and earning capabilities that of a vampire; much unlike an immortal child.
"Okay, then!" Jacob flashed that familiar grin, that one he uses when he thinks I'm hiding something.
All of a sudden, a strange new sensation rushed through my veins and to my face. I felt my cheeks redden, and I quickly ducked my head and hid behind my long bronze mass of curls.
"Nessie? What's wrong?" I heard the urgency in Jacob's voice, the true concern. He was always like this when he sensed a mood change. He was like uncle Jasper, but his sixth sense never worked beyond me.
He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and I felt... electricity through his touch. I pulled it off of me and stood abruptly.
"I'm fine. I—I have to go home," I stammered.
He stood, now towering above me by a whole foot. "I'll take you." He offered.
"No, that's—that's okay, I'll just...run." I assured him, backing away. I didn't pay close enough attention and nearly fell backwards over some thick overgrown brush. Jacob reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling back up.
"Nessie, don't be crazy," he murmured, pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head. These kisses were normal. I knew it didn't mean anything, but for some reason this sent a pang through my body. Jacob pulled away swiftly and looked down at me, eyes twinkling.
I gasped and held my breath, taking his appearance into my mind. It was a lot to take in. I don't know why I never noticed this before, but Jacob's sort of...beautiful.
His tan skin complemented his hard dark eyes beautifully, and his shaggy raven hair cascaded down the back of his strong neck. Jacob's black shirt hugged every muscle in the right way, just enough to make him look physically attractive.
"Why are you staring, Nessie?"
"I...um...I should...bye, Jake." I stammered. I took off running in the opposite direction; towards home. I ran as fast as I could, which was faster than Jacob.
"Ness, wait!" I heard him call after me.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of my home, my father was there waiting on the steps.
"I knew it," he hissed, low enough for just a vampire-human hybrid to barely make out.
"Knew-what?" I panted, out of breath. The thrill of running brings me to a high no one can ever explain, but that high came with a cost. I ran out of breath, like any human, but not as bad as if a human ran as fast as I could.
"Knew nothing. Come on, let's go inside, Renesmee."
I sighed and followed him through the threshold, head bent so I could see only where my feet took me. Dad walked at a normal human pace, leading me to the large family room where everyone was present.
"Hi, Momma," I greeted her first. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor balancing her homework precariously in her lap. Had she not been a vampire, my momma would not have the balance and coordination she acquired through the transformation. She had started school at Dartmouth with Daddy last fall. My mother stood quickly and darted over to my side.
"Hey, baby girl. How was the hunt?" She asked, stroking my long red hair. She hadn't let me cut it yet and it was almost to my knees.
"Fine," I answered quickly, eager to get the conversation over with.
"Just 'fine'?"
"Yes. So what's up with your homework?" I desperately needed the subject changed. How could I answer question about this newfound...desire for Jacob if I knew nothing about it myself?
"Oh, I have to write a 25-page essay on Mansfield Park." My mother had decided for her major to be in English Literature. She had considered biochemistry and biology, but the latter was the obvious choice. She had originally, in her human years, planned to be a teacher, but as a vampire, that could be a difficult occupation.
"You've already read that, Momma. It should be a piece of cake."
She groaned a little, but brightened a little when my favorite pixie-shaped figure bounded into the room.
"We hear you have big news, Nessie!" Aunt Alice squealed, running up to me and giving me a hug.
"I do?" I asked, utterly befuddled. News?
"Alice, don't push it. She doesn't even know herself. And Jacob is right outside the door waiting to be let in," my father protested.
"Daddy! Know WHAT?" I demanded. I gulped a little, too. Jacob was here? I need to get out and fast.
"Thank you, Esme." I heard Jacob's voice when he entered the house. I gulped again.
"Nessie, are you okay?" Jacob asked, his brow furrowing and forehead wrinkling in concern.
"Yeah, yeah," I assured him. He was haunting me. His voice, strong but calm; his smile, warm and inviting; and his body, of course. Buff and ripped... strong isn't where I'd even begin to describe the whole of Jacob.
Stop it, Nessie! How can you THINK of him like that? He's 17 years older than you! Stop it, stop it, stop it! I shouted to myself.
"Nessie..." I heard Jacob say. Then everything faded to black.
"Oh, thank God you're alright." Jacob whispered.
"Jake?" I asked, struggling to sit upright. It appeared that I was in Jacob's bed in his room of the large house. I was completely and utterly befuddled. I, as a half-human half-vampire hybrid, was not one to faint. But then again, I was not one to be bombarded with such an emotional overload as this.
"I'm here, it's me. Are you okay? What happened?"
Great. He was here. "I'm fine. Please get Momma." I said, looking away from his face. Though pained, it was still attractive.
He stood, and ran off to find Momma. To our surprise, she was already there, standing as still as a statue, and Jacob ran right into her.
"Sorry, Bells," he mumbled. She did not hesitate to run right over to me.
"Momma-" I was cut off by her arms around me.
"Nessie?"
I put my hand to her ice-cold cheek. I showed her the past hour, the scene in which I hunted with Jacob.
"Holy crow," I heard my mother utter. "It's happening."