Chapter 1
Yes, I'm Renesmee Cullen
I'm unusual. I am half- immortal. I grow extremely fast. My parents are vampires. I'm dating a werewolf. I can "show" people what I'm thinking. I don't go to school and I drink blood. I'm Renesmee Cullen.
When you hear a human say, "I'm going to go hunting." You would imagine them taking out their guns, find traps and slamming the door on their rusty old trucks to go out into the woods and kill something for their delight or for their dinner, right? Well our kind of hunting is different. Bella, my mother, Edward, my father, and either one of my other relatives go upstate to hunt for grizzlies, deer, lions or any other animal we can find to quench our vampire thirst - blood. We are "vegetarian" vampires meaning that we only drink animal blood while most vampires drink human blood. Even though I'm only half- vampire I still prefer blood than that human stuff they call food. Carlisle once asked me to try it, it tasted awful I have no idea how humans eat that stuff. Anyway my "friend" Jacob Black is a werewolf. Yes, my life is revolving around myths and legends. My mother thought it was crazy when she met Edward. But now it's nothing but the ordinary.
Jacob is great to hang with. He always is nice to me and helps me when I need assistance. But he also has this attachment to me like he can't leave. It's really weird sometimes. Like when I was little, very little which wasn't a very long time ago, he would always have to be near me. Jacob is warm to the touch and very strong. He played with me and encouraged me when I did something right. I can't go to La Push because of the border lines but Jacob can come and go whenever he wants which I love because he is growing on me.
My mother wakes me early she never sleeps. On the other hand, I sleep like a regular teenager would. We live in the forest near Esme's house; she actually built it for my parents and me. The house is huge, especially my parent's closet. Aunt Alice is really into fashion, she doesn't let us wear an outfit more than once. My mom isn't into anything too fancy so she has discovered the scents of cotton and denim so she can look like any other person in Forks, Washington. But she isn't. My mother, Bella, is beautiful with long mahogany hair, a porcelain face, and blood red lips. She is the most magnificent creature I've ever seen. It was somewhat love at first sight for my parents. But that's their story, this is mine.