Authors note; beta'd by Frannie, any remaining errors all mine.

I rolled over and snuggled down into the warm cocoon of my duvet, trying to hang onto the last vestiges of my sleep. In my dream world, there was a presence beside me; a massive warm body lay along mine, guarding me. I felt safe and at the same time frightfully aroused.

Suddenly, without warning, I was tossed onto my back by a show of terrific strength. I arched upward and shuddered, as need congealed like molten lava deep in my belly. The dark brown form beside me shifted into a new, exciting yet frightening position between my thighs. A warm wet sensation filled my senses as the massive presence suddenly shifted, and became a lot smaller, smoother and a lot more muscular. Pleasure trickled along my skin as the dark shape licked at the tender flesh between my legs.

Shame and pleasure battled inside me as I was pinned down by huge hands wrapped around each of my thighs, spreading me wide open to his burning dark gaze.

"Ah, Jacob..." the words were torn from my lips as my fingers tangled in the short black hair on his head, my thighs quivering as he pleasured me with his tongue.

I'd never experienced these sensations before, my hips thrust up into the delicious pressure as they began to roll with each sweep of that wickedly talented tongue.

"Rennie...Ren...Renesmee! Wake up!" An irritating voice said as it shook me gently.

"Ugh...no, please just two more minutes...I swear I'll get up..." I mumbled glaring at my mom with blurry eyes, every inch of Jacob fading along with my dream beneath the harsh bite of reality.

The beautiful, and as always, gorgeously turned out, Bella Cullen stood beside my bed one eyebrow arched as she tapped her foot on my hardwood floor. Looking for all the world like an ordinary mother instead of a vampire.

Her golden eyes didn't blink as she stared me down from my elusive slumber cloud. We often abandoned human mannerisms when we were at home. I rolled over and smile up at her, love filling my heart. A tiny answering smile lifted the corner of her mouth.

"Ren, you have school in ten minutes...please get up." Mom said as she bent and kissed me at supernatural speed and then left the room.

I huffed an unnecessary sigh as I got up and dressed in under a minute.

Why did I have to go to school again? I was a vampire hybrid for crying out loud, I should have some special treatment. Plus, I had no desire to leave my dreams, which while embarrassing, provided me with untold secret pleasures.

Jacob was mine. My friend, my protector, my everything, really. It was only lately that my need for him had begun to change in inexplicable ways. I didn't understand how they were changing, only that they were.

And while it embarrassed me to think of the things he did to me in my dreams, it was addictive, and I couldn't resist returning to that dark, forbidden place only he could take me. I thought of him each night before I went to sleep just hoping that he would visit me in dreamland.

Each day when I met Uncle Jay, my cheeks would flame with heated color, and I'd avoid meeting his dark gaze. We'd always been close, always hugging and touching, but now it had taken on a new edge because I couldn't wait for those innocent touches. The feeling of his massive body curled around mine made me a quivering mess.

However, Jacob didn't notice, and I was eternally grateful for that small mercy.

It was two weeks until I was officially eight-years-old, and unofficially sixteen. I went to high school, but I'd only be in school for a term or two, to 'finish' off my education and spend time with people my own age, or so my mom said. Um, which age would that be? I was eight for crying out loud With the body of a teenager. My budding breasts and widening hips gave testimony to the fact that I was no longer a child. I'd bled for the first time a month ago, and I'd acquired body hair I didn't like, so I'd shaved it off every day since its mysterious appearance.

I looked like a mixture of my dad, the beautiful Edward Cullen and my mom, the equally lovely Bella. I was a neatly mixed palette of both. An enigma, a freak in many ways. Half human, half vampire.

I often hunted with Jacob or my parents, eating human food was disgusting. To be honest, I'd much rather be eating the people than their food. Although I understood the moral side of not killing humans, part of me wanted to try their blood just once. It was, after all, my natural food source, I argued with myself, not something freakish, I was fifty percent vampire.

Jacob seemed to understand my boredom with the lame, boring herbivores my family usually preferred. He occasionally took me hunting for large carnivorous beasts, which was our secret because my parents were certain to disapprove. Jacob often just seemed to know what I wanted or needed, as if he sniffed it out with his wolfy nose or something. He understood me on a level no one else did, often preempting me on small whims and huge decisions alike.

I was loved by my whole family, and I adored them. But Jacob was special. I didn't know why or how he'd become so important to me, but he was my sun. Just as I'd heard my mom describe him more than once.

The pack was my second family. I spent most of my free time with Uncle Jay, Quil Attera, and Embry Call. Leah Clearwater was the only female I hung out with besides Alice and Rose. But Leah was the very opposite of those, two cool vampiric beauties. She was earthy and real, she was mud under her fingernails and messy tousled hair. She taught me how to get dirty and love it.

Leah was my unofficial role model, which would have made Aunt Alice cringe in disgust if she had known.

Once at school, I concentrated on getting through the day, Jacob's face playing across my vision promising fun and freedom, once I was done in this purgatory. As soon as the bell rang signaling my freedom, I moved as fast as I could out of the building and into the forest beside the school. Everything in Forks was close to the woods, part of it rather than a separate entity. As soon as the thick dark foliage disguised my form, I swung my backpack onto my back and broke into a run. I was fast; faster than my dad, and that was saying something. Full vampiric speed had come to me on my third birthday, and I'd been delighted that I could finally race with my family and Jacob.

Now I ran at full speed towards Jake's Auto Shop, my favorite place to be.

The scent of grease and engine cleaner filled my senses, and I wrinkled my nose appreciatively.

It smelled like home; like Jake.

As I entered the clearing behind the workshop, I knew that Jacob was aware I was here. His massive body shifted towards me, and his eyes rested on the exact area in which I appeared, dark burning onyx and an amused smirk.

I dropped my backpack onto the seat beside the door and went inside, my body aching to be close to him. Jacob enclosed me in a tight hug, my body easily curling around his, relief flooding me instantly.

It always felt as though I'd been waiting the entire day to see him and the relief I felt in every cell in my body was profound when I touched him .

"Hi, Chicadee. How are you today?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble through his chest.

I smiled up at him cheekily. "I'm fine now that school is over. It's hell, Jay, like really painful."

Jacob laughed as he ruffled my hair playfully then moved away to resume his work.

"It's called school, Chica and it's not that bad."

I watched, fascinated, as the muscles flexed under his long-sleeved, hooded sweatshirt. I observed in awe as his nimble fingers waved their magic over the engine. A small amount of stubble graced his jawline, his short hair a mess of haphazard spikes.

"Do you remember school, Jacob?" I asked pointedly.

He grinned up at me, "Yeah, the rez school wasn't half bad...what? It's true! The paleface schools are kinda painful, they let anyone in there. No exclusivity."

I glared at him.

"I want to go to the rez school. Why can't I? I'm practically part of the tribe."

"I know that Ren, but the elders won't allow it, and I'm quite sure that Bells won't approve either."

I bristled internally at his intimate nickname for my mom. I sometimes hated that they had a history at all.

Jacob was mine.

I brushed the stupid feelings aside and crossed my arms, a genuine pout forming on my lips.

"That's not fair! I belong here. I wish I were part of the tribe."

Jakes dark eyes rose to mine and there was an unidentified expression in them as our gazes locked for a moment. I felt a shudder rack my frame as that now familiar coil tightened in my belly. I couldn't look away, even if I'd wanted to.

"Yes, you do belong here, Chica, with me. But you're only at school a little while longer and then it will all be over for you. You'll be free."

I nodded slowly, my face heating as I remembered my dream last night. My eyes dropped to his mouth, and an ache began between my legs.

Jacob watched me watching him, with an intense expression.

"Hey, dude! What's up?" Embry's voice broke the spell as he sauntered into the small workshop and slapped Jake on the back in greeting.

Jacob and I both blinked and turned to Embry. He stared at us and then met Jacob's eyes squarely, "Sorry for interrupting Jake. I just thought you should know that the owner of this car is outside. He wondering if you're done."

"Na, you're good. There was nothing to interrupt, dude, I'm nearly done with this. Please tell the customer I'll bring it out in five."

"Okay," Embry said as he left the way he'd come. "Will do."

Silence followed as Jacob finished his work, the only sound was of the spanner clinking against metal.

I left soon after, avoiding the hug I usually gave Jacob. I felt confused by my reaction to him. Why did I have to ruin it? What we had was so special, why did these stupid feelings have to change the dynamic between us?

I was already upset when I got home. I cried when I was alone in my room, silent, blood-red tears running down my cheeks. I watched them fall in the mirror.

Freak.

My mom eyed me as I left the house, her kind gaze worried, although she remained silent.

I tied my long hair into a ponytail and ran.

I found a small herd of dear and attacked easily, bringing down the largest one who fought hard for his life.

I was a mess by the time I was done feeding.

Hiding the carcass, I wiped my hands on my jeans and wandered aimlessly along the bank of the river.

I wanted to go and find Jacob and yet I couldn't because of my bizarre reaction to him lately.

So I went home instead.

My family was waiting for me in the living room when I finished showering and dressing. I ambled along at human pace desperate to prolong any small task in order to delay my body's inevitable pull towards Jacob.

Mom smiled at me and kissed my forehead when I went to her. "Since you've been so down lately, I thought that tonight would be the perfect time to give you our surprise."

My dad grinned at me as his fingers flew across the black and white keys of the grand piano, which sat in front of the largest window. "It's a chance for a break. A new start, something you could use right about now, I think."

"A new start?" I questioned dumbly. "What do you mean?"

"We thought that since you've been so distant lately that you might be feeling...trapped here in Forks and we wanted to show you that it isn't true. We want to send you on a trip; a yearlong getaway with us of course, to England."

Horror washed over me and left me ice cold. I couldn't believe how they could have gotten my mood swings so wrong. I didn't want to leave Forks...like ever. I couldn't leave Jacob and everything else. This was my home.

"No!" I shouted. "I don't want to leave! I never said that I want to leave!"

Every single vampire in the room froze in shock at my sudden childish outburst.

"Renesmee!" My mom said her face for once angry instead of serene. "We thought you would like the idea. That maybe you'd feel better if you distanced yourself from...Forks...and...Jacob."

"Jacob isn't the problem here, I am. I just feel a little crazy right now, but it will pass. I don't want to go anywhere." I said relieved that I had explained my behavior to them. They'd understand and they would forget the crazy idea of me leaving.

Dad stepped forward, hands in his pockets his face strangely hard.

"But, as your father, I think you should still go. It's only a year, and then when you've gotten some distance between yourself and all of this, here in Forks, you can come home. Trust me on this, Ren."

I stared at his handsome face, and at that moment, I hated him.

He was trying to separate me from Jake.

"You can't make me go!" I hissed, furious.

"Yes I can and I will. You need this time, please trust me, it's for the best." Dad said his voice and face pained.

I felt the sting of fresh tears as I stared at the floor, hands clenched.

"I'll never forgive you for this," I stated.

"Ren, calm down, it's just for a year."Alice said wrapping her tiny arms around my shoulders.

I threw her off and ran. I briefly saw the worried faces of my family as I left, but I didn't stop, and I didn't regret my wild dash towards freedom.

Towards Jacob.

Toward sanity.

I needed him.

.

.

.

I ran as fast as I could. The dark trees flashed by me in a blur of frightening shapes, my feet making hardly any sound on the damp grass as they moved far faster than any human could ever manage. My face felt wet, and I wiped at it furiously as I reached the rez border. Without stopping I continued on, knowing that the wolves guarding the line would reconize my scent and not panic.

I ran to Jacob's cottage, which lay isolated on the very edge of the rez. He had always told me that he liked the independence it gave him to be so far away from the rest. It was late now, and I never usually came to visit after dark. I stopped hesitantly in front of his door, my senses going wild at the scent of him warm, aromatic and woodsy.

Jacob.

Mine.

My entire being shuddered in pleasure as I pulled in deep lungfuls of Jacob scented air.

My crazily tilting world righted itself at that moment, and I stopped crying.

Jacob would fix my troubles. He would make it all go away, just as he always had.

I raised my hand to knock and gasped as the wooden surface was pulled away from my grasp and I was face to face with my rock, my hero, my Jake.

His face was worried as he pulled me into his arms, cradling me as if I were still a baby.

"Rennie, what's wrong Chica?" He asked his mouth in my hair.

"They...they want to send me away...Uncle Jay...away from you...away from the rez. I can't go...I just can't!" I sobbed my face pressed into his T-shirt clad chest.

Jacob froze, his body vibrating as his arms tightened around me. "Who wants to send you away?"

"My family. They say I need some distance from all of this. But I don't want distance Jay, I just need...you." I felt my entire body heat with the force of the blush that spilled across my checks at my admission. "Only you."

I felt Jacob press a kiss into my hair as he carried me inside and kicked the door shut. "I need you too." He said his voice oddly rough and strained. "They can't do this; they know they can't ask this of me...fuck..."

My heart soared wildly at those simple words, which had the power to make me complete; he needed me too.

I clung to him, my fingers sliding over his broad, muscular shoulders and into his short hair. I stroked his jaw and scraped my nails over the stubble there, completely on autopilot, I just did what felt right.

Jacob sat down with me still clasped in his arms, his breathing was harsh, his face tense as we stared into each other's eyes.

"Stop doing that Ren, please Chicadee, you're driving me insane..."

As his words sunk into my brain tears came unbidden to my eyes and I looked down, saddened beyond belief that he didn't want me to touch him.

"No, Renesmee, I didn't mean that I don't want you to touch me, it's just that we must keep it friendly, and this is not...so friendly."

"What is it then?" I asked as I again looked up into his eyes.

"It's something more...too much."

I nodded solemnly, yes; touching him was more, much, much more.

It was everything.

Softly, Jacob's fingers wiped at my cheeks, the roughened pads sliding over my skin in mesmerizing patterns.

Visions of my dreams came to me, and I felt that shivering, tightening coil deep in my belly. A langerous, traitorous warmth spread through my limbs and I stared at Jacob's lips remembering how it felt in my dream to be kissed by him.

His thumb hesitated beside my mouth as he watched me closely. "I can feel you, Chica." He whispered.

And I knew without being told that he meant he could feel my arousal.

My need for him.

He was tense, as hard as a rock around me. His massive strength was evident in every line of his body, and yet I knew I was absolutely safe.

I'd seen him explode into his wolf more times than I could count and I had seen him defend me on several occasions. Nothing about the man or the wolf scared me at all.

They were one, and they were both mine.

I seldom used my gift anymore, it was too personal, too intimate, and it revealed too much about me. I'd stopped using it when I'd started to have different feelings for Jacob. But now, at this moment I desperately wanted Jake to know how I felt. I was shy and unbearably uneasy about showing him what I'd dreamt, about how much I wanted him to do unspeakable things to me, with me - but I needed him to know this final piece of myself.

Slowly I raised my hands on either side of his face. Mine were small compared to his and very pale against his russet skin tone.

I read the realization in his eyes as he saw what I was about to do.

I felt his fear as if it were my own.

"Chica, I'm not sure you should do this..., he whispered just as my fingers were about to make contact with his face. I stopped a millimeter above his skin, a current of pure, live heat radiating between our bodies. At my questioning look, he added; "I have a feeling that we won't be able to go back from what you're about to show me...We haven't had this connection since you've grown up..."

"Shhh, Jacob. I can't explain why I've been so weird, I can only show you. I'm scared too. But I need you to know." I said softly as my fingers completed their journey and touched his heated skin.

I closed my eyes as images spilled over from my conscious to his, some jumbled and chaotic, some slow and in perfect clarity. I felt his reaction deep within me, there was so need to look at him to see how my feelings had affected him.

Somehow, Jacob had always been a part of me and me of him.

A noise, which sounded suspiciously like a genuine growl, left his lips and his fingers dug into my hips where he had cradled me so gently.

"Aahhh fuck Rennie, what are you doing to me? You're going to kill me. I can't do this…you're a little girl..."

I heard his whispered words of denial, and they tore at my heart.

"I'm not a little girl anymore Jacob, I'm almost entirely grown and you know that. I'm not human, and I never will be. I'm me, and you're you, and we're perfect just as we are. I love you. I always have. From the very first time I saw you...you were mine." I said sending him my memories to reinforce my words, showing him pictures from the very first time I'd seen him, crying when he had thought he'd lost my mom and every moment we had spent together since then.

I stroked his beard-roughened skin with just my fingertips as I slowly lowered my mouth to his.

My kiss was innocent, but his reaction wasn't.

Jacob cradled my face and held me to him as his lips stroked mine hungrily, softly. Acting on instinct alone I parted my lips and whimpered as his tongue filled my mouth just as it had in my dreams. I copied his movements and wound my arms around his neck pulling him closer.

This felt so right like it was meant to happen and that we were meant to be together.

"You're mine." Jacob ground out, his voice rough and uneven as soon as we pulled apart. "Ren, you're my imprint. I was waiting until you were old enough to tell you...but I can't wait any longer."

I stared at him in shock. I knew what an imprint was; I'd seen Uncle Sam and Emily.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I said my voice quivering annoyingly. Didn't he want me? Had he been too scared to tell me because if he had he'd be stuck with me?

"No!" Jake said harshly, feeling my emotions, his hands forcing me to look at him. "Never that! I'm proud to be yours, but you were a baby. A wolf must be whatever its imprint needs it to be, it's not a choice, it just is. So I was like your brother and playmate - protector. But for a while now, my feelings for you haven't been at all brotherly. I want you, just like you showed me and more...Chica, I want to own you, body and soul."

Shivers played along my spine as my belly fluttered wildly at the expression in his dark eyes.

Nothing could take me from him now, not even my well-meaning parents.

Happiness so powerful it made me feel high surged through me, and I smiled at him.

"Then take me," I said simply.

"I'm where I belong."

Authors note; Frannie even said she liked this - which is a huge compliment because she doesn't usually read anything except Edward fics. I'm honoured and deeply greatful for you friendship dearest Frannie, thank you for helping me! :)