All right! This is my first Twilight fanfic, and I know I said it'd be here by the 21st of November (check my profile), but it got out a little late. However, I have made it a little longer and turned it into a chapter-ed story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters.

Forever seems like a long time. Once you've lived it, though, you discover that it's much longer than you thought it would be. Especially when you can remember every single detail.

But today was the best day of every other one I've lived: the day of our wedding.

Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie were slowly doing my make up, catching every detail. The red curls I'd had when I was born had slowly turned into dark blond ringlets, which Rosalie carefully crafted to make a flower shape on the top of my head. Alice gently applied eye shadow, putting the brush to my skin with a fairy touch.

Through all of this though, I was thinking of my Jacob. My Jacob, who had stayed with me since I'd been born. My Jacob, who's age had not changed in years. He was the one waiting for me downstairs, waiting and wishing to whisk me away to freedom.

My fluttering heart beat a little faster every time I thought about my parents, and grandparents, for they were also waiting for me. With my eyes still closed as Alice took care of my make up, I imagined their faces.

I saw my father's: Edward. His face was always alight and happy, except for the times he accidentally read my fantasies. I have his bronzed hair, though mine is waist-length.

My mother: Bella. Her human eyes were warm and brown, like my own. She acts as my shield, sometimes literally.

Grandpa Charlie and his curly red hair… I can't help but miss him. I haven't seen him since we moved away, but we're back now... I will see him today.

Esme and Carlisle: my father's adopted parents. Carlisle is a doctor, Esme is just… my grandmother. Warm and friendly, loving and caring.

And I have all of my uncles and aunts as well. Uncle Jasper and Uncle Emmett are my father's 'brothers'. Jasper and Alice are married… There last name is Hale. Emmett and Rosalie are married to, as Cullens.

Alice whispered in my ear, excited, "Nessie… Open your eyes."

Rosalie hinted, "If you open your eyes sweetie, you can leave faster."

As if she had pulled a trigger, my eyes flew open, and I gasped.

In front of me was a gorgeous woman, her chocolate eyes appraising me. A silver band held her lustrous blond ringlets in place on top of her head, and an artfully designed wedding dress clung to her small figure.

And then I realized it.

That woman was me.

I slowly stood up, the dress Alice designed for me making a swishing sound. I touched the place on the mirror wear my silver-lined eyes were staring back at me, marveling Alice's handy work. The mascara was white, my cheeks rosy, and lips pink.

I carefully studied the ethereal dress. I was afraid that if I laid my hand on it, it might fall to pieces. They had forced me into it with my eyes closed, so I had not been able to see it. It was elegant, and had long, flesh-tight sleeves that ended in a triangle with a loop around my middle finger to hold the triangles in place. It reminded me of Odette's swan dress, from The Swan Princess. The skirt was full, made for twirling. I fell in love with every inch of that dress.

Rosalie placed a gem-encrusted tiara on my head, and attached a veil. My attire was complete. I looked like a princess of snow.

Alice raced across the room, in all her pixie-like grace, and said through the door, "It's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony, Jacob. Get out of here. Go find Seth."

I heard a muffled groan on the other side of the door.

"Keep walking!"

As they put the finishing touches on, a light tap on Alice's door revealed someone else's presence. "Come in!" Alice yelled.

Seven people spilled into the room; six of them caught their breath. My father turned around and looked like would have cried – had he been able to. Grandpa Charlie was in tears.

Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, Emmett, Mother, Grandpa Charlie, and Father couldn't see what I really looked like, for I was looking at them in the mirror. Spinning around, I showed them my face.

Esme would have fallen over, had Carlisle not caught her. Jasper rushed to my side and ran his finger carefully from my temple to my lips, marveling. Mother and Father followed him, while Emmett carefully held Charlie away from the floor.

"Your scar," Jasper whispered.

"It's gone," I confirmed.

"How on earth did they…?"

"I don't know."

Quickly, he walked to Alice's side and murmured in her ear.

"I'm sorry, Jasper… I can only get it to work on human skin. You know I'd try if it worked, but it won't fix your old battle scars. And besides…" I shut them out. Only sweet talk would come after that.

A bittersweet memory flashed before my eyes.

Jacob and I were traveling down the highway at an unknown speed, just taking a trip to get away from our parents for a while. Our hands were clasped on the seat of the old red pick-up truck. He took me to his favorite spot: a giant rock sticking out of the waves at Rialto Beach, connected to the beach by only a small sand bar.

The rock was covered in trees and green vegetation. It was my also chosen spot to just relax.

Grabbing our things out of the back of the truck, we made our way through the mess of giant, sun bleached drift-trees. Finally reaching the beach, we ran hard and fast to the isthmus of sand, laughing like children. We could both run for hours, and we dared the surf to catch us on the narrow way, never tiring.

We carefully wrestled our way up to the middle of the rock before we set up a hammock between two of the side-ways leaning trees. In the hammock, I thought we were invisible. But as quiet footsteps echoed against both our ears, I knew I was wrong.

Jacob growled, his hands trembling against mine. "Someone followed us."

"Be careful, Jacob. I'm here, remember?"

"They came for you. I can feel it."

His body began to shake, and he transformed. I was much too close. One of his claws raked my face from my forehead to my mouth. My face was scarred forever.

He'd felt terrible, and now that reminder was gone. Jacob could look at me now, without feeling guilty. I hoped.

"He can look at me now," I muttered to my parents.

They just beamed. They couldn't think of anything to say.

Emmett cleared his throat from across the room.

"Can we go now, please?" he said, annoyed. It looked like he was still supporting Grandpa.

Father turned his gaze back to me. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

He offered me his arm, and Alice, Rosalie, and Esme rushed into a line in front of me with their respective men. Mother rushed to take her place downstairs. And Grandpa… Well, he got down there somehow.

The flight of stairs seemed to wiggle when I stepped on it. Oh no, I hissed at myself, I am not falling down these stairs. The steep steps immediately straightened themselves out. Much better.

Rounding the bend in the stairs, I kept up a slow pace with the organ. Father guided my eager footsteps into a slower cadence as well, since he'd walked down the isle with my mother just a few months ago to renew their vows.

Only looking up once my feet were on the ground floor, I searched for my Jacob. Of course, he stood waiting at the end of the white walkway, right where he was supposed to be. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, intentionally contrasting with my color scheme. He was dark, I light. Sad, I know, to compare us in this way – Beauty and the Beast.

My heart raced; it felt like time had stopped and I couldn't move. It felt like centuries had gone by before I reached my Jacob, and decades more by the time the boring parts of the vows were done. Then came the 'til death do us part's and the I do's. When the priest told Jacob you may kiss the bride, he lifted my veil half-way so he could look at my face.

And that was when time really stopped.

I swear, Jacob almost turned into a teddy-bear right there. Tears sparkled in his eyes. "It's really gone?" he whispered in a tone so low that no one, not even the vampires in the room, could hear.

"And it won't be coming back."

When he kissed me… It was different. It was soft and tender, not urgent and fleeting because he knew my father would be coming. My first real kiss.

The events of our wedding just kind of flew by after that, one thing closely following another, like run-on sentences. Running down the isle with my Jacob turned into throwing the bouquet and subconsciously keeping myself from killing Alice's pretty dress. The reception party quickly morphed into the first dance.

I danced with Jacob, the king of the day. Emmett – yes, Emmett – had taught Jacob how to dance over the summer. There had been a couple mishaps including somebody getting poked in the eye with an umbrella spike. Hey, don't ask me, okay? Emmett may be my uncle, but I have no say in what he does, no matter how idiotic it is.

Quiet, I rested my head on Jacob's shoulder. He sighed and whispered to himself. "Oh, Seth, buddy, you know I'll kill you if you do."

I became alert. Seth had better not do anything too stupid, and if he ruined my wedding, I'd ruin him. Jacob whispered, "I'll be back in a minute. There's a catastrophe waiting to happen nearby including Leah, Seth, and our cake." He sprinted away, careful not to smash any of our guests.

Fine, Jacob, I thought, do not leave for long, please. My eyes raked over the party-goers, looking for my parents among them. I saw my father throw an anxious glance my way. I calmly walked toward them, planning on explaining Jacob's disappearance –

But was confronted by an all-to-familiar face. His voice hissed down at me. "Hello, Renesmee."

Who is this guy? Review if you want to find out! I'll post the next chapter tomorrow if you review!

~Ashlynn