TITLE: Shadows of Monsters
AUTHOR: Wolfvision
RATING: M
CHARACTERS: Renesmee & Jacob mostly but the beginning will be mostly Renesmee, Bella, & Charlie
SUMMARY: Renesmee Swan was your typical 17 year old city girl until evil ripped her apart from her loving family. Now she's living with her Uncle Charlie and trying to adjust to small town living in Forks. As this city girl fumbles in her new country life she never expects to find the very thing she thought she would never see again. The way Jacob Black looks at her reminds her of how her father use to look at her mother, a look she had given up on seeing ever again. But there is a dark cloud hanging over her, threatening to block the sliver of light she had found. A monster from her past waits in the shadows to finish what he started. Now Renesmee must put her faith in the unbelievable and hope that neither her life nor heart gets lost in the shadows of monsters.
OOC: I'm a long time reader first time writer. All constructive comments are welcomed! Thanks and happy reading!
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyers I merely play with them. No copyright infringement intended.
Whoever said that 'everything happens for a reason' is full of shit. That is my exact thought as I stare out of the window seat of the plane of new beginnings. Moving to another state isn't my choice, but a direct result of my actions. Although the whiny part of me wants to insist that I couldn't have known that one simple choice would cause my world to come crashing down around me.
A year ago I was Renesmee Swan, you're typical 16 year old who was totally head over feet for the love of my life, Eric. A month ago I was a teenage girl with her first broken heart trying to figure out how to rebuild my life without him. A week ago I was the lost little girl devastated by the death of her parents, putting on a brave face as I dealt with people sharing in my grief. Now I was orphan Annie, being shipped off to my only living relative, Charlie Swan. I haven't seen Uncle Charlie in years and quite frankly am a little anxious about living with him.
At least he's not a complete stranger. It could be worse, I remind myself. I could have ended up going into foster care and let's face it, there were more bad foster homes then good. Eric had grown up in one. I can't help but shudder as his name crosses my mind yet again.
Wrapping my arms around my center I fight the urge to pull my knees to my chest. Pain, anger, and fear mingle inside my being until they become so intertwined I don't know if they'll ever be separate again. The elderly woman beside me is staring and I realize I've bent over. Evidently my upper body didn't get the message to stay up right. Putting my chin down I let my long black hair fall down acting as a barrier between me and the world aka the nosey lady wondering what my deal was.
I forced myself to breathe as my mind took me down my own private road to hell. It took me to my old house and I swore I could hear the police and ambulance sirens blaring in my ears still. Suddenly I was in the door way a police officer holding me back. "Honey this is nothing you want to see." He had said as he held me back and as I glimpsed the red on the walls I knew he was right.
The next few days passed in a fog like state. I felt nothing, saw nothing and could remember nothing. At the time I welcomed the numbness, it kept me moving when all I wanted to do was to hide from everyone and everything. It was like I had died along side my parents that night.
They had a joint funeral and it was only fitting. They had done everything together, their love bringing them even closer over the years. The depth of their love was obvious to even a blind man and it had fanned the fuel for the lovesick teen I had been. I wanted the kind of love and commitment I witnessed everyday first hand, I mean who wouldn't?
My selfishness had cost my parents, the only people who had ever loved me, their lives. Sure Eric was the one who wielded the knife, but I had been the one to push him over the edge. I was the coward who blamed my inability to be with him any longer on my parents. I just never thought he was honestly capable of actual violence. I am such an idiot. My self-destructive thoughts were interrupted when the announcement was made to prepare for landing.
A half hour later I was done collecting my baggage and searching for Uncle Charlie. People looked at me strangely as I made my way through the airport. But wasn't that what my new look was for; to keep people at a distance? Distance equaled safety in my world now. So with that in mind I had my locks hacked into a long rocker style. Then there was my piercings to consider. My nose stud was the first, then my Monroe, then the ring in the center of the bottom of my lower lip, five in each ear including an industrial. If those didn't get gawked at there was always the stars tattooed on my temples to frame my emerald green eyes. The clothes I sported now a day didn't help matters much. I was wearing my favorite green crystal skull mini dress complete with fishnets and black corset lace up boots, and fingerless gloves.
I shifted the duffle bag on my shoulder a little self consciously as I saw Charlie standing beside his police cruiser. I gotta give the man credit his mouth only hung open for a second. "Renesmee?" He asked in a tone where I was sure he would be upset if I had just kept walking.
Instead of doing just that I forced a half smile on my face, it was a pathetic excuse of a smile but it was the best I had to offer. "Hey Uncle Charlie."
"Wow. You've…. changed. I almost didn't recognize you." It was a statement of simple fact, not even a hint of judgment colored his words and man it reminded me why I had always liked him. Taking my bag from my shoulder he hefted it into the trunk as I climbed into the passenger side of the car.
The car ride to Charlie's house was blissfully quiet which was to be expected given his lack of love for conversation. Once we got there he showed me to my room which use to belong to my cousin Bella. Seems she went and got married to some guy named Edward. Charlie doesn't seem thrilled about the whole deal but given that she's what twenty now? He doesn't really have much of a choice. Anyhow Bella and Edward still live in Forks, in a small house close to his family. Mentally I make a note to contact her soon and maybe play the old 'catch up' game. But I guess first things first, time to get unpacking.