This is the story of Nessie (Renesmee) as she and Jake escaped the battle with the Volterri, which, unfortunately, did not end with the Cullens surviving. Or did they? Jake and Nessie are now living in a trailer out in Texas, hiding from vampire trackers. Problems start to happen as Nessie realizes the human side of her is beginning to struggle to exist. Nessie POV
11th of June, 2013.
Maybe I shouldn't write this. But how can I not? I was too young to fully remember the day my parents died, and too old to fully forgot the murders I witnessed. Nobody here knows me. Jake forbids me from seeing any humans; how would he explain to them why I looked about a year older every time they saw me? Anyways, I can't change the subject. Fact is, I'm lonely. I'm thirteen, and I was born only a year ago. I used to have people around me who loved me, uncles and aunts, grandparents and a mother and father. Now I don't. I knew, from the moment my mother placed a backpack in my hand, that I had to run. Still, I never expected loneliness to hurt this bad, for the absence of a dead family to ache so horribly.
Aunt Alice used to take my measurements, both height and weight. I miss her love for fashion, the way she rolled her eyes at my mother's cluelessness when it came to choosing clothes. If, dear diary, the words in the previous sentence are a bit messy, it's because the pencil snapped in my hand. That's another problem. My strength has been increasing for some time now, and I'm not just talking about the physical kind, but also the mental. In combination to my physical abilities being almost equivalent to a full blood vampire, I now not only can give people mental images, but I can also influence what they're thinking. I feel a tingle in my stomach when I think about the things I could achieve with these powers, but a little voice in my head tells me I shouldn't. This same voice also says I best keep quiet of this to Jake, as he wouldn't understand, what would he as a werewolf know, about magic? He'd think of me as weird and wrong, and I can't risk pushing away the one person I have left.
There have been other things as well. I walked into the pharmacy last afternoon, the one rare occasion in which I mingled with the human world, or any world for that matter. The bell clanged, and I stopped dead in my tracks. I almost dropped the packet of painkillers onto the glossy floor in shock. Because rather than seeing the new customer, I smelt her. And not just her perfume, but something deeper. Something that pulled a wave of emotions to the surface which I had never before acknowledged. It was the feeling of true hunger.