TITLE: Impossible
AUTHOR: x-HaTeThAtILoVeYoU-x
SUMMARY: Young shape-shifter Jacob Black fled Washington in search of a Fresh Start before the infamous Cullen wedding as he couldn't bare to watch his 'Beloved Bella' marry his arch enemy and biggest rival Edward Cullen. 15 Years later a fully matured Renesmee Cullen is sick and tired of leading a perfect life with her boring, predictable vampire family, and over-protective half-vampire half-human hybrid boyfriend Nahuel so she runs away from home seeking adventure and excitement. Little do they know their going to find a lot more than they originally bargained for. A Soul mate. A/U
RATING: M For Lemons and Language
(A/N: I'll do Renesmee's chapter first so you can get up to date with her life, and then Jacob's is next. Be patient my lovely's, the storyline will pick up soon. Renesmee hasn't been called Nessie Yet because Jacob want around to nickname her. I'll try alternate the different points of view - I only write Jacob and Nessie's POV though. Love this pairing so much !
DISCLAIMER: All characters from the Twilight Saga belong to Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended. I just make them do wacky things. This is all just for fun and to satisfy my perverted mind. Enjoy!
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Ever since the Volturi left vanished from the face of the supernatural world , Life was peaceful. Well, As far as the good folks of Forks were concerned. The Cullens were still strange, but they were just four couples that kept to themselves and didn't bother anyone. I got too big too quick, so I'd been kept out of the public eye and when grown, I'd been introduced as my father's niece, the daughter of his also adopted brother, who killed in a tragic car accident. I was supposedly adopted by my parents. This way my last name could be Cullen also without suspicion.
What people didn't know was that I didn't live with the Cullens in the 'Big House', as we called it. And I didn't live in the 'Little Cottage', as they called my parents place.
Occasionally a vampire would appear uninvited in the area. The Cullens would track them down first if possible, and ask them to leave and not to hunt this area. If they left, no harm, no foul. If they didn't, or gave them a hard time, my family would instantly take them out.
The Olympic Coven had a formidable reputation now. They had somehow defeated ( well, almost ), the Volturi. Word had spread of the offensive against them and how they had turned tail at the end, having found no crimes to persecute. Those vampires that didn't heed their warning and stay off their territory or leave when asked were never heard from again. In the world of the supernatural, they were held in high esteem and a bit of awe and fear and well. Newborns to the life were given the Volturi laws to follow. Only now they were warned against something else as well. "Stay away from the Cullens ". They came away from a 20 vampire offensive in tact, and even the Volturi leave them alone. Don't ever mess with them, unless you want to end this life."
I was brought back to the present by the sound loud whistling of the wind outside, indicating a heavy storm was on the way. I miss Alaska, I though glumly. I knew we couldn't live there forever, as there was always the threat of humans coming to conclusion of their own about why we hadn't aged for 10 years. But I was still content with out new location because Forks was my hometown. When we first left Forks 5 years ago, I was devastated. It the only place I ever known at the time and the prospect of kissing goodbye, even if I didn't know anyone there was so I had no choice or say in the situation, because I was still a 'child'. Yeah right ! What kind of child looks like a fully grown young adult, has the mental intelligence of someone six times my age or older, and has a boyfriend... ( a very cute one may I add)? My alarm began to ring, telling me it was time to do my chores but I ignored it as usual. I had eternity for that.
I walked across my room and entered the walk in closet Aunt Alice had made and fully stocked for me. The doors were plain glossy black with my initials inscribed in dark purple , to match the colour scheme of my entire bedroom. My mirror was gigantic, it took up one whole wall in the back of the closet which just seemed to make the room appear double the size it actually was. I swear it's bigger than my room, which is ridiculous because I hardly wear half the clothes in there. I only wear skinny jeans or tight leggings ( much to Nahuel's enjoyment ) because they make my knees look...nice. I dislike wearing plain jeans and t-shirts because i always compared to my mother. I don't want people to think of her when they see me, i want them to see me. Renesmee Cullen.I sighed as I took a good look at my reflection in the mirror. I've always felt self-conscious around my family because I know that I'll never compare to their supernatural beauty. Yes, I inherited my chocolate-brown eyes, and the extremely annoying blush from my mom's past human life .Yet, somehow I managed to get my fathers beautiful bronze hair that fell in bouncy curls to my waist, as well as his alabaster pale skin ( although mine wasn't as pale as his, yet I still did a fantastic job of scaring humans away from me - ... I hated high school ). I was the perfect blend of my mother and father, some of the most beautiful people in entire world, but yet I lacked the *WOW* factor. I turned my body slightly and continued my inspection of my body. I was so tall its ridiculous. 5'8. Without shoes on - I don't even know where I get it from because my mother is a midget (I love you mommy) and my father is just mere inches taller than me. Nahuel always teases me about it and calls me a 'giant monster' or 'freak on stilts' (who's acting like a child now ?) but I brush it off because I like to think he's only kidding.
In honest truth, I absolutely adore my family. They are the most important people in my lives, and probably only people too. But sometimes all the 'love' have shower me in gets too overwhelming. The not-so-suprise parties and those i-got-you-an-expensive-gift-because-i-can gifts , but don't even get me started on the wild shopping sprees I'm dragged (literally) by my crazy aunts to buy pointless, slutty and unnecessary over-priced clothes I would never wear even If i had a gun shoved up my ass by a psychotic mafia boss.
My family is extremely cautious around human with me. When I went to school with them for the first time I wasn't allowed to speak to anyone. Although I tried to make human friends, no-one seemed to be comfortable with me around so they ignored me or made snide comments and sick jokes for the 'New Kid'. Ever since that first week at School, I vowed to myself after it was over, I would never return.
I found my self frowning as sat on my window seat and stared out of the window out into the vast landscape that was the Cullen estate.I was longing for freedom. Excitement, to be able to feel a rush and a thrill once in a while. And not just from smuggling sweets from Grandma Esme's kitchen cupboards. I couldn't help but smirk as I remembered the first time I ate them, absolutely delicious. Somehow i managed to find myself finishing several packets of strawberry whips and boiled sweets. Let's just say I didn't leave the bathroom for a week , not such a good idea after all then. I heard heavy footsteps across the corridor stomping toward my room. I didn't need telling that it was my Father, probably coming to scold me for not washing the laundry again.
" RENSMEE CARLIE CULLEN !" He Bellowed, I could practically feel the house shake as he began his daily rant. I knew how this conversation would go. Why are you blocking your mind from me ( I developed the ability to shield my mind just like my mother, but I still can't shield others around me) ? Or What were you doing with Nahuel in your room? Sometimes the occasional Why didn't you finish you chores? Were the usual argument openers, I would of course reply with a sarky comment or let my teenage hormones take over ( Even if I look 21 I have the temper of a 16-year-old girl ). Then all hell will break loose, we'll break a few windows and various household items would be used as weapons as we battled it out. I would win, he would march of in a mood and I would fall asleep with a smug mile plastered on my face. But for some reason, lately I just couldn't be bothered. I feel sad, and ... despressed. How, What Why ? I have no absolute no idea what so ever, but whatever it is that's bugging me ... It's just ...weird. Carlisle calls it my 'Teenage' Phase, and because I'm part vampire, all my feelings and emotions are amplified. Rosalie says it's just me being stupid. That I act all 'Emo Like' to get attention. She claims I'm turning into a total bitch. I don't know what she's talking about. If I'm turning into a sadistic bitch, that I should congratulate her for her awesome teaching skills.
"Renesmee? Are you listening we need to talk ! Get down her now" he roared. I couldn't suppress the urge to roll my eyes it him, he's in one of those moods again. Great. I might as well just go have a bath. He'll be mad for a long time. Unless my mother comes and offers him a 'relaxing massage'. The way she winks at him after makes me sick, how could they discuss things like that in front of their teenage daughter? Thank you for corrupting my innocent young mind.
Anyway... Where was I ? Ah yes, Here I am talking a load of shit about something I don't even understand myself. I have my prince charming ( Nahuel ) my Caring family ( sometimes), immortality and wealth - I like to convince myself I'm kind of pretty at times too( obviously a lie). I have fancy cars, clothes with foreign designer labels, everything about my life screams perfect. To me, it's far from it.
I'll smile, laugh and play along. I don't want anyone to know how im truly feeling deep down inside. No matter how many fast cars my father throws at me, or how may stupid shopping trips my aunt forces me to endure will change how I feel. No matter how many times Nahuel tells me he loves me, I'll never feel the same no matter how many times i force the dreaded four-letter word out my mouth. I'm living a lie. I'm not the girl my parents think I am, or the girl they'll ever want me to be.
The truth about the real Renesmee cullen is I hate spending money. I hate playing the wretched piano. I hate talking about my non-existant social life with my family. I hate it when Nahuel asks me to go on cheesy dates with him. I hate it when my grandfather makes me read his old diaries and books so i can learn 'the history a Cullen' and the fucking 'birth of america'. I hate wearing sunday dresses. I hate family dinners. I hate it all.
5,4,3,2,1...
"RENESMEE !" He growled from behind the door. "I WILL NOT ASK YOU AGAIN YOUNG LADY, DROP THE DAMN ATTITUDE AND GET OUT HERE NOW!"
Fuck my life.
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