[[ A/N: Okay so this is my second fanfic and my first Twilight one. I don't own any characters in this.]]
[[2nd A/N: Okay so this is set about…well I don't know how long. Approx. 100 years after Breaking Dawn finishes (although the world is about the same as it is now). The Cullens have moved away once Nessie finished her growth. Bella, Edward, and the family went to Dartmouth. Renesmee stayed in La Push with Jacob. The story is set upon the Cullens' return to Forks]]
[[3rd A/N: Oh. And I don't really note that Jasper and Rosalie technically have the last name Hale. I apologize for the characters' OOC-ness.]]
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Renesmee's POV
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I shifted needlessly from foot to foot anxiously. My eyes tracked the ticking second hand of the clock above the security gate. 49. 50. 51. 52…
"Anxious much, Nessie?" Jake asked with a laugh. My boyfriend grinned crookedly as he sprawled across three airport seats.
"Shuttup, Jake," I snapped. "I haven't seen my family in over 80 years. Not since Alice and Jasper's last wedding."
"Not so loud," Jake murmured under his breath. I was unsure if he was bitter about my family's return to Washington or not. His only real connection to the Cullens had been Bella, but they were just friends now.
"How about some maturity? I thought you were friends with Dad now," I sighed.
"I am," Jake insisted. Stubborn and thick-headed, but I loved him anyway.
Passengers had begun to trickle out of the security exit. I studied each of their faces, eager to catch a glimpse of anyone from my family. A few minutes passed. I was beginning to get nervous.
Then, a face I recognized. At first I barely saw my small, pixie cousin.
"Aunt Alice!" I said, not exactly needing to shout. She could hear me even if I whispered. My muscles were tensing in anticipation. I turned quickly and grabbed Jake off the seat. He grunted but stood close to my side.
"Nessie!" Alice screamed in excitement (obviously she didn't care that I could hear just as well as her). "Hurry!" she hissed at someone around the corner.
The next Cullens to step out were my uncles, Jasper and Emmett. The blonde, lean vampire was definitely dwarfed by his muscular brother. Jasper was clearly glued to Alice but smiled sincerely when he saw me. Emmett grinned and waved quickly.
Rosalie appeared next. Her stony, perfect face brightened immediately when she saw me, her favorite and only niece. I glowed with pleasure when I saw my statuesque, blonde aunt join my family at the mouth of the tunnel. Rosalie was like my second mom. She had been since I could remember.
Then, my "grandparents." Carlisle and Emse. Their arms were linked together as they glided gracefully into view.
I held my breath. Everyone was there. Except the ones I wanted to see most. My parents.
Then I saw them.
Bella and Edward, my parents, were the last to appear. I could hardly keep myself from collapsing. I wanted to rush over to them, but they hadn't even cleared the exit yet. They looked rather tired, or rather, they had dark rings around their eyes. That worried me. When a vampire gained rings around his or her eyes, it meant that blood was needed.
When all the Cullens had assembled, they all crossed the security exit. I rushed (well as humanly as I could) over to them. Suddenly, I was surrounded by my family. Mom and Dad were hugging onto me tightly, kissing my cheeks. Alice was poking and prodding my baggy, Roxy tee and ripped jeans. Rosalie was trying to hug me around my parents while fingering my new, short curls. Esme and Carlisle weren't in the mosh but standing close.
"Jake, get in here," I called to my boyfriend. He just stood there, awkwardly observing the Cullen reunion.
The mob around me broke up. Mom's arm was hooked through mine, but Dad had stepped forward towards my boyfriend. "Hi, Jacob."
I frowned. I guess a rift had developed again between my father and my boyfriend.
I sighed. Whatever. I would talk to Jake about this later.
"You guys, its great to see you again!" I exclaimed to my family.
"Great to see you too, Nessie," my mom murmured, squeezing my tighter. "I've missed you so much."
"Yah!" Alice chimed in. "Why didn't you visit? New York is just a few hours flight from SeaTac."
"There never was the time," I said simply, my face flushing red. My mother smiled softly. I guess my easily reddened cheeks were genetic, courtesy of my then-human mom.
"I can believe that!" Emmett chuckled. I groaned. I remembered my uncle's twisted sense of humor and how he often used it on my mother (until that fateful arm-wrestling match).
"Hey why don't we catch up in the car?" Carlisle suggested, herding us towards the parking garage.
"Where are you guys going to live now?" I asked.
"It'll be hard," Jasper commented. I looked at him. His scars glinted in the bright, airport fluorescence, invisible to the human eye. "Most definitely there are still people in Forks who would recognize us, even from pictures. For now, Esme found us a townhouse in Seattle." Rosalie nodded in agreement.
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My family's new residence definitely wasn't lackluster. Even without Esme's renovation and interior decorating skills, the place was huge!
Settled in the suburbs around Seattle (already known to be extravagant), the townhouse was three stories tall above ground with an extra basement underground. The outside walls were long, wooden panels painted a deep, grayish-brown color. White trimmed windows jutted out slightly under purple overhangs, surrounded by orange shingled walls. A garden flourished around the perimeter of the house, blooming full of roses and tomatoes.
"Wow," I could only say, as my mom parked the car (a new, custom made, Purple and white Ferarri) in front of the door.
Edward laughed from the backseat. "It's only temporary until we can get our new identities settled into the community. Then we'll move into something larger."
"But this is perfect," I insisted, pressing my face against the glass window. "You have to let me visit."
"Of course, sweetie," Mom said, cutting the engine. She swung open the door and stepped out. I pushed open the passenger seat, hearing Edward do the same behind me.
Jake sat still in the other backseat. His eyes traced the outline of the house, studying every contour. "C'mon Jake!" I urged.
Dad laughed. "So Jake still hasn't given up his powers?"
I shook my head. "He hasn't tried. Both of us are pretty serious about each other."
Dad nodded. "And the other wolves?"
Jake looked the other way. Obviously, he had been listening in to our conversation.
"Only Quil and even he is getting close," I whispered sadly. "Most of them were able to let go of their powers fifty years ago."
"Jake, I'm so sorry," Bella said softly, opening her friend's door. She knelt down and held onto his large hand. "If I had known…"
"Sam and Leah stopped phasing close to when Charlie died. You had your own troubles," Jake muttered, turning he head the other way. A pang of sadness coursed through my stomach.
"Hey. Like the house?!" Alice asked, hopping out from Emmett's new Jeep Wrangler.
She, Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper had ridden in the Jeep with Carlisle and Esme following up.
I nodded vigorously. "It's beautiful. Shame its only for a few months."
Rosalie snorted. "Please. The new house will be even better. Besides, this'll be my and Emmett's second house after the move is complete." I chuckled. Probably will need more than one. Edward grinned discreetly, keeping his face aimed at the ground.
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The outside of the townhouse couldn't even compare. Not even close. Modeled after a modernized cabin, Esme had spared no expense in décor. I smelled the slick pine finish before even stepping into the house.
"So your room will be on the third floor," Alice finished explaining. "Just when you want to visit. I know you'll be staying in La Push for a while."
I smiled in apology. Of course I would still be staying with Jake. He was my life.
We all eventually ended up in the living room. It was the largest room in the house, taking up half of the second floor. Five couches made of brown leather were lined up in a semicircle around an ornate, eighteenth century, rosewood coffee table.
It felt good to be all reunited. Jake and I. Mom and Dad. Alice and Jasper. Rosalie and Emmett. Carlisle and Esme.
We all chatted on for hours, just simply catching up on what was going on in each other's life.
Mom and Dad had gone to Dartmouth not long after they had left Forks. Alice and Emmett tagged along for the heck of it. Mom eventually decided to study history while Dad took a few classes in American lit (he mostly spent his time trying to tutor Mom). Rosalie had been helping Esme renovate a few run-down apartments in the outskirts of Hanover. Carlisle, of course, had taken up residency in the local hospital.
After Mom and Dad had spent four years at Dartmouth, they moved first to Augusta, then Toronto, then Manhattan, then several smaller towns along the Canadian border.
"It was just like Forks," Mom explained with a nostalgic grin. "We all went back to high school."
"I was half expecting to meet another shield," Dad joked, elbowing Mom teasingly. I laughed. I had heard Mom and Dad's 'how we met' stories countless of times.
Then it was my turn. I stuck my hand onto the surface of the coffee table. One by one, my relatives placed their hands on mine. Their skin was mildly chillier than my own temperature, but not overly so.
I ran through what had happened since I last saw them at the wedding. Jake and I had moved in together. Billy was hesitant (that would be an understatement) about having me around, but after some coaxing from Rachel, it was settled. The packs ran patrols as usual, but not so strictly. Ten years after I had moved in, Billy died of a stroke. Jake was devastated and ran away for a few months. Sam kept me posted on his approximate whereabouts, but I left him alone. When he came back, he went to a community college in Seattle to study Native American folklore. I went with him to a few classes but mostly hung out with Emily. Then, like we mentioned before, fifty years ago, Sam managed enough control to stop shifting into his wolf form. By then, Emily was pretty old, Sam didn't want to be left behind. Not long after that, Leah stopped too. The whole pack seemed to disperse. They all had trouble adapting to living normally. And they all died young.
An ancient grandfather clock chimed eight times in the corner of the room.
"Did we talk for that long?" I wondered aloud, pulling my hand away. Everyone looked very uncomfortable. I realized I was the only one breathing. Except Jake who was fast asleep. "I better get going."
Mom and Dad simultaneously stood up to show me out. We trailed down the staircase to the foyer. Jake hung limply over my shoulders like a wiped out child. Except how weird would it look if you saw a seventeen year old carrying a twenty five year old?
Dad leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Come visit soon," he said softly.
I nodded and turned to my mom. Her blackened eyes gazed at me tiredly. "Mom?" I asked worriedly.
"I was wondering," she murmured. Her voice was hesitant. "Could I come with you to La Push. Or Forks."
My jaw dropped. Edward sputtered. "Honey," he said with tiredly. "We can't go back. You know that. Not for a while."
"It's just for a short visit," Mom insisted flatly.
"To whom?" I asked.
"Charlie." Mom's voice was cold and stiff. She wanted to visit her own father's grave.
[[A/N: How was this? Like it so far? Comments are appreciated. May or may not continue forward with this. Depends on if I get some feedback on directional issues.]]