Chapter One – Beginnings
Every beginning has an end right? So how do you know when a beginning ends and a new one starts? What if the undead didn't have endings, just an eternity of beginnings? So, how did I know that this thing with Jacob was truly a beginning? Was it an ending, or just part of my beginning?
"Quit worrying" I heard my dad whisper from across the room. I sighed, of course he could hear me. His 'gift' of hearing minds had become more of a curse lately, especially with the latest developments in Jacob and I's already complex relationship.
Sorry, I thought, and dad winked at me. I got up and went to the kitchen, my hunger not really a concern. My thirst however, was going to become a top priority if we were going to head out in public anytime soon, which was inevitable as summer vacation was drawing to a close. My second year of high school in our new home. Alaska, ugh. It was too cold here. Something that didn't bother the rest of my cold blooded family. Until recently, it hadn't been a problem for me either. I had Jacob. He served as a personal heating blanket. When I went to school though, well, I'd be on my own. I'm sure Alice would have thought of that though.. I don't think I've ever worn an outfit twice with her and Rosalie always obsessing over my looks.
Which brings me back to my fathers annoying spying into the depths of my mind. I had to think of new things to think about, I knew my constant thoughts of Jacob were getting annoying, and as our relationship developed, there was more and more I wanted to keep out of my family's attention. It's not like we were doing anything they would freak out over, but the fact that every kiss sent electricity through my body, well, that's something I rather not discuss with my father, at any length.
I heard my father stifle a cough, he was still listening. "Well, tune into another station" I barked at him. My family had referred to the past year as my teenage year. I had become increasingly moody, snapping at people more than they deserved. I couldn't help it. The thirst burning at my throat 24/7 was driving me crazy. The hunger that was pitted at the bottom of my stomach didn't help either. My constant fluctuation of body temperature and my heart beat were all inconveniences of being a half breed. Carlisle was under an assumption that this was my transition. My human form would eventually "die", and the vampire would take over. It's like having two beings living in the same body. At least, that's how he'd explained it to me. But this had been going on for about a year now. A year. When you age as fast as I do, a year is a long time for development. I should have transitioned by now, at least according to the few others who were like me. The timeline wasn't precise, but from what we knew, it should be happening soon. I prayed it would, the mood swings I could stand, but everything else was driving me crazy.
Two things happened at once. I heard my father growl slightly, and Jacob walked down the stairs. I had to laugh, those two would never get along. Something about Jacob's thoughts drove my father crazy. Understandable, I'm pretty sure even I didn't want to know what was going on inside Jacob's head all the time.
"Morning all" he yawned.
"It's about time" Edward barked.
"What's your problem bloodsucker, it's only noon" Jacob said groggily.
"Boys.." I heard my mother caution, laughter hidden in her face.
"We should not have to wait all morning for the dog to wake up to go hunt. Renesmee has been thinking about it all morning, and it's making me crazy."
Apparently I wasn't the only cranky one this morning. My father was usually so patient too… something must be bothering him. I'd think to ask later, but right now, the hunt was my priority. "Come on Jake, let's go.." I urged. I didn't have the self control my family did. When I was thirsty, I fed. I'd never been taught to wait it out, not to give in to my hunger. I had never killed a human though, my preferred kill was grizzly. I hadn't been able to take one down without help yet, but I was getting better.
"Ugh, I'm not even hungry Ness" Jacob whined. He was such a baby!
"Jacob, you are the one who told me to wait for you before I went to hunt.. so I did. I cooked a light dinner last night to tie us over and it's not my fault you finished off the entire thing. Now, quit whining and let's go" I snapped. I heard my father laugh behind me. I really didn't like being this moody, but Jacob got the message and walked outside, muttering under his breathe.
"See ya soon" I smiled innocently at my parents before I followed him out.
"Do you really need to make me look so..... whipped... in front of Edward?" Jacob complained.
"Well, if you would just do as I said the first time, I wouldn't have to yell" I joked.
"You women…" Jacob said, making a very dramatic eye roll so I was sure not to miss it.
"Come on, let's hunt.." I pleaded, punching him lightly in the arm. Not that it would have mattered how hard I hit him, he was like hitting a brick wall.