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The Secret Life of Renesmee C. Cullen

Chapter 1: Homecoming

I was uncertain as to whether I should be thrilled or terrified. Maybe a healthy mixture of both would suffice. As for the occasion, I was going back home for the first time in a year. I knew none of my family would look any different, but I sure did. During my year in in college, I had gone through a final growth spurt that marked the end of my 7 year childhood.

Mom, Rose, Alice, and Grandma Esme would all panic when they saw how much I had grown without them, and Dad would probably worry about how fast my last days of childhood (and growing in general) were slipping away. Grandpa Carlisle would probably measure me one last time, and poor Grandpa Charlie would have a panic attack when he realized I had matured from the body of a 14 year old to a 17 year old in a single year. "Need to know, Gramps, need to know." I would say. I didn't worry about Grandma Renee's reaction, because I barely ever saw her. It was a long flight from Forks to Jacksonville.

Speaking of which, the airplane flight back to Forks was grueling in that it was horribly lengthy and horribly dull. I was tired and thirsty after 2 hours on board, and I still had 8 hours left. Ugh. I just had to go to college on the other side of the country…

I noticed that all of the passengers smelled uncommonly good, even for humans, but I would never even consider killing anyone. I love vampires, humans, and wolf people especially. I believe we can all live together in harmony as long as vampires adopt vegetarianism. My family is the quintessential example of that.

As I continued to breathe in the smell of human blood, the burning in my throat intensified, and I had to occupy myself by conjuring up a fantasy of hunting Kodiak bears in Denali near Tanya's home. Like my Uncle Emmett, I had a taste for bear blood, but he could hunt Kodiaks, polar bears, grizzlies, whatever he wanted, while Mom and Dad limit me to small black bears.

"It's not safe, love." Dad had insisted, "You do have a heart, you know, and you needn't be careless with that." "Sure, sure, whatever." I replied. He frowned, hearing me say that, because it was an expression I had picked up from my Jacob. Daddy wasn't exactly fond of him in the first place (they go way back-- first fighting over Mom and now fighting over me. Silly, childish boys.) and newborn vampire Mom spazzed out when she found out that he imprinted on me.

I shot my father an apologetic glance. 'Sorry Daddy', I thought. "It's not you baby, it's just that, sometimes I worry about the two of you. Your mother and I told you the stories, and Jacob isn't always…" he hesitated, searching for words, "the best judge of intents behind actions." He looked as if he wanted to say more but decided against it out of his better judgment.

"Daddy." I said slowly and patiently, as if I were talking to a stupid or near-deaf person. "Just because he kissed Mom when she was engaged to you doesn't mean he's going to take everything I do or say as an invitation to go further." My family history… I sighed. "Renesmee." he countered, mimicking my tone and ignoring what I just said, "What if he gets upset when you say no?"

I raised my chin defiantly. I knew I was going to have to offer a sort of ultimatum sooner or later, but that didn't stop the immense dread that washed over me. "Who says I would say no? I love Jacob, and if you can't except that, then you can't accept me. We're a package deal: both of us or neither of us." I bit my tongue as a chain of expressions flooded his face. Shock, agony, rage, confusion, annoyance, and finally, a forced mask of calmness all flickered across his face in a matter of seconds. I quickly backpedaled as I stammered, "I know what to do, just the same. I've had a lot of practice with him getting upset, you know?" Crap! Caught up in my babbling, I hadn't meant to let on how often Jacob nearly phased with me. I struggled to force out a memory of a trembling, furious Jacob, just moments from his wolf form.

I heard my father take two deep breaths, and I waited for him to speak. He didn't. We waited in an awkward silence for 10 long minutes, Dad attempting to hold on to his false composure, me trying desperately to keep my mind blank.

"Excuse me, miss?" I jumped at the sound of the flight attendant's voice. "Er, sorry, I, um, didn't mean to wake you." "It's….. okay……" I yawned. "I just wanted to let you know, we'll be landing in five minutes." she continued.

What? Had I fallen asleep?

She smiled as if she could read my mind. I shuddered as I thought of what another mind reader might hear when I got home. "Yes ma'am, you were sleeping. Quite anxiously, too. Are you alright sweetie?" I sighed. So I was that obvious, even in sleep. Such an open book.

"Um, yea, um, I'm fine. It's just, er, some… family troubles. I replied. "Ahh." she nodded, as if she could understand the drama of a shapeshifter wolf who imprinted on the half-human daughter of his enemy, a mind-reading vampire, and all the stress this threw on me, the center of so many conflicts.

"Do you have any roasted peanuts?" I blurted suddenly. Slightly stunned, she answered, "Um, sure? Here, I'll get you a pack. Hold on a second, hon." She swiftly bounced back to the cabin. I sighed again. Human food was nasty but tolerable, and now, with my dry, aching throat, longing for fresh, flowing blood, I would have to make due with the salty peanuts.

"Here you go!" beamed the attendant, handing me the disgusting little things. They were in a blue plastic bag with the tacky little Planter's peanut cartoon. How appealing.

"Thanks," I mumbled, with a sarcastic edge in my voice that I hadn't meant to use. I hated being rude to the lady-- it wasn't her fault I was a screwed up freak of nature with an even more thoroughly screwed up life-- but she was just on the wrong plane, at the wrong time, dealing with the wrong passenger.

I nibbled the horrible little peanuts and practiced clearing my mind. I would need to focus my thoughts 24/7 as soon as I was near my father. So long as I valued our lives, he could never, ever know what happened between me and Jacob.

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