Fanfiction #5
A/N: I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I do. The story plot is basically the combination of a few ideas of mine, and I also hope that you won't think this is too "common", because I'm not sure about the other fanfics. By the way, this story is set in six years post BD. Nessie's six, and looks about sixteen or seventeen.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in Twilight. All I own is the plot and a few other minor characters. Oh, and Lana's mine too.
Nessie POV
My life is perfect. I have a beautiful home, a caring family, great friends, and last but definitely not least, a wonderful boyfriend. His name's Jacob Black and he's a Quileute wolf. My father was against our relationship at first. Do you know what Dad's most famous quote is? It's "I simply refuse to let my daughter have a mongrel for her boyfriend!" But it only took some persuading from me, some kisses from Mom, and maybe a little miracle, for him to consent. Now, occasionally, Dad still grumbles a bit about Jake, but he's fine and all. Aunt Rosalie isn't very happy about me and Jake, though. She told me that the two of them were old enemies, especially during Mom's pregnancy. Figures.
It's been almost a year since the beginning of our relationship. I've been planning to celebrate our one-year anniversary with something special, but I don't know what yet. Something romantic with a touch of fun, maybe…? Like the La Push beach at sunset? I needed privacy as well. No way was I going to do with a crowded restaurant or a nightclub disco. Something slow, romantic, intimate, seductive…
It's been precisely eleven months and three days since we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. Not that I've been counting like a lovesick puppy, but I just can't help it. Jake knows that he has the special ability to make me stop breathing, my heartbeat to accelerate, my mind to fill with fog, and only he can make me feel that way.
I still remember our first kiss like it was just yesterday. I've been really grateful to Dad for gifting me with superb vampire memory ever since then. Although he'd been anything but happy when he read Jake and I's thoughts after we came back home, after our kiss, I'm still glad that he didn't make too much a big deal out of it.
The way Jake's lips had slowly killed me…Unforgettable.
"Nessie? Nessie! C'mon, hurry up, it's almost time for school!" I heard Mom's angelic voice from downstairs. Over the years, Mom had grown accustomed to people calling me 'Nessie', and then she'd started calling me Nessie herself. Either way, Nessie or Renesmee, I really didn't mind. Last year, Mom and Dad had enrolled me in Laverne Harvey, the new school that had been erected in place of the old Forks High School, which Mom had attended. Jake was attending Laverne Harvey, too, and of that I was glad, really glad. Laverne Harvey was a no-uniform school, and the stylish girls took pride in picking on the geeky ones because of their worse-than-a-dead-dog fashion sense.
Today, my curly bronze hair had been draped elaborately over my shoulders, where they hung to my waist. I was dressed in a tight white halterneck top, a scarlet miniskirt and white 2-inch heels. There was a little hidden pocket in my miniskirt where I kept a pair of black-rimmed sunglasses. I also wore a pair of black hoop earrings. Aunt Alice and Rosalie would approve. Unlike Mom, I adored fashion and was an active partygoer.
I sashayed down the golden spiral staircase. Aunt Alice clapped her hands together in delight when she saw me. Aunt Rosalie grinned at me. Dad groaned. Mom stifled a small giggle. Grandma Esme, Grandpa Carlisle, Uncle Jasper and Uncle Emmett were out hunting.
"You'd better not let any boy get the wrong idea, Renesmee Carlie Cullen," Dad warned. "Dressed like that, you'd probably give anyone a heart attack, particularly the human boys. And Jacob as well." I sighed. I knew that. Did Dad have to repeat his speech every day before I went to school?
I nodded and followed Mom out the door into the garage, where she kept the black Jaguar that Dad had given her for Christmas two years ago. Mom hopped gracefully into the driver's seat while I climbed into the front passenger seat. Mom hit the accelerator, and then we were off.
When we reached Laverne Harvey, the first person I saw was Jake. Jake gave me a lift to school on certain days, but sadly, not today. He was leaning against the side of his blue Chevy truck. I'd tried to get an orange one, the same kind he'd sold to Mom, for him but I could only find blue. Jake had insisted on not getting a car for him, so I'd gotten him a new truck instead.
"Hey," Jake said casually as I stepped down from the Jaguar. He looked like the most beautiful guy in the world, dressed casually in a loose gray top and low-rise jeans. Gently, he caressed my cheek, and smiled when I kissed him lightly, and then pulled away to look at my face.
"It's too bad I won't be seeing you until Biology in the early afternoon," Jake said. That was true. I would miss him. But I tried to remind myself that I couldn't have him with me 24-hour. That would be too selfish of me, and unfair to him and others, too.
"Nessie!" a familiar voice squealed. I turned around to find Elizabeth, one of my best friends. Everybody called her Lizzie. Coming up closely behind Elizabeth were my other two best friends, Bethany and Kara. The four of us, we sometimes had Girls' Night Out on Friday or Saturday nights. I still preferred to be in the company of my Jacob, although I'd never tell them that.
"Hi, Ness," Bethany and Kara greeted me. Kara stopped short when she saw my outfit. "OMG Nessie! That is sure one killer outfit!" Kara shrieked, you'd think she saw a crocodile on her bed.
"You already have a boyfriend," Bethany said, faking anger. "Are you trying to attract all the other boys and leave nothing for us?"
"Of course not, Bethany," I answered, pretending to be offended. Jake mouthed me a 'Later' before he jogged off.
"Oh, oh, look out, girls, here comes Her Majesty!" Lizzie cried. Lizzie came over to stand with me on the right, while Bethany and Kara stood on the left. We bowed our heads. It was a "tradition" we performed whenever Veronica Geraldon and her clique walked past. Veronica considered herself, always, to be the Queen of Laverne Harvey, and so of course we were being sarcastic.
Veronica rolled her eyes at us as she walked past. "This is so childish!" she complained to her friends. Veronica was mega-rich and mega-proud, all at the same time. "I'd have thought that you sixteen-year-olds would have gotten over this childish play-acting by now." I inwardly giggled, just to myself. How surprised Veronica would be if she knew that I was only six…?
"Oh, okay, then let's stop entertaining the self-proclaimed queen, shall we?" Bethany suggested, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's much more worth it to be earlier for our Chemistry lesson than receive a scolding from Her Royal Highness Veronica Geraldon, isn't it girls?"
And then, according to "tradition", we'd march off neatly in a single row of four, leaving Veronica and her friends staring at us in utter disbelief. Well, as I can say, we've had fun doing this.
Jake POV
It was all too bad that I couldn't see Nessie until late afternoon, because I missed her like hell every second that I wasn't with her. The first class I had for the day was Chemistry. My first class was the same as Nessie's first class, but it was even worse knowing that she had the exact same lesson but was with a different class, different teacher, from me. I hated Chemistry. What for did we have to learn this kind of thing, anyway? It wasn't like I'd been forced to become a chemist when I "graduated", had I? I felt like skipping class today, so I lingered around the cafeteria, taking the early batch of muffins.
"You came early today," grumbled the cafeteria lady, Mrs Sonata (and yes, if you were wondering, her last name really is Sonata). Ol' Sonata whacked a muffin out of my fingers and placed it back in the tray, where she kept them back in her lunch cupboard. Sonata came and wagged an old, creased finger in my face. "You're not supposed to come so early, okay? Save some for yer fellow people. They get hungry too you know! Don't skip class. You young generation people, never bother about lessons, did you know how much one yearned ter go ter school in my time? Yer don't know how to cherish things around yer." Sonata has the old country way of pronouncing some words, like 'yer' for 'you' and 'ter' for 'to'.
So I hung around the back, where Sonata wouldn't be able to see me, and thought about Nessie.
I was halfway through a vivid image of me messing around with Nessie in the woods when somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I turned my head around slowly. Oh. It was Lana Bernhardt from my Chem class. Lana was a brunette, with wavy shoulder-length dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. (pic on profile) In the human world she was considered to have a fair complexion, but of course that was nothing compared to my Nessie. Like I'd said, after I'd imprinted on Nessie, I really didn't see the other girls anymore. Not as in 'see' them, because I don't wanna be blind, but as in really take in everything about them that would have been appealing to me as it would to other teenage human boys.
"Hey," Lana said shyly. "Skipping class?"
I barely nodded my head. "Yeah. You're supposed to be in my Chem class right now, so I'll guess that you're skipping, too?" Lana blushed and nodded. Weird reaction. Would normal girls blush at my kind of response? Was there something wrong with her?
"Are you feeling sick, Lana?" I asked casually, ready to help her if she needed any help in getting home, etc.
Lana blushed again. It reminded me of Bella when she was still a human, and how she always looked when she blushed. Lana's cheeks grew bright reddish-pink, and there was an apology and embarrassment in her sapphire-colored eyes.
"Well?" I asked impatiently. Did Lana have a mental disorder with the inability to talk to me? I didn't have all day. Mr Aitensedore, my Chem teacher, was practically going to kill me if he found out that I'd skipped class. But Nessie was good at those things, at helping people make excuses last-minute. She was convincing, too.
"Oh, yes, er, nooooo…" Lana's eyes darted around nervously. "I mean, er, um, yes, uh, I'm sick…" She lowered her head. "I need…to go…home, ooh…"
I raised an eyebrow. "What's happened to you? What do you need?" Better still, it didn't have to be a fake excuse when I told Mr Aitensedore, and Lana could get away as well. The people in our class didn't really like Mr Aitensedore, and we hated his classes even more. The way he always taught everybody was boring. Nothing new, nothing fun, nothing interesting to make us all wake up from our half-asleep states. No, never, not at all. You'd never come across a single student who'd say "I really enjoy Mr Aitensedore's classes" without lying.
Lana clapped a hand over her forehead and closed her eyes tightly shut. "I feel…kinda faint. Like I have a headache or something, but worse. I think I need to go home, Jacob, would you please bring me to my car?"
Lana POV
Jacob Black is, like, the miracle of my life. Isn't he simply the hunkiest, sweetest, cutest guy you've ever seen? I can't believe that he's with that Renesmee girl; she's not at all his type of girl. It's been rumored that they'd be willing to give their lives for each other, whatever that means. And his sweetheart Renesmee "Nessie" Cullen isn't going to be around to skip class with him today, and now for once I've got him all to myself. I wouldn't miss out on a single chance to have Jacob be with me, and so what's the best way to accomplish that without pretending to be sick and let him hold me up?
So I told him that I was having a faint time about it, and by his expression, it seems, he totally buys it. "Let me get you to your car," Jacob said, his dark eyes full of concern. I saw myself reflected in those eyes, and I was surprised at how good I'd been at this acting-to-be-sick thing. Of course I couldn't be able to see clearly in his eyes, but it gave me some comfort that perhaps things would start to change between him and me, or was it…?
"I parked in the third row. It's the dark blue Audi, the second last one from the right." Inside, I was trembling with nervousness, and if you want to make it cliché, like my stomach was full of butterflies.
Jacob put one arm over my shoulder and started guiding me with his hand toward the school carpark. Halfway there, I had an idea, then moaned once, collapsed to the ground in a heap and shut my eyes. I felt pain cutting through my shoulder, but some sacrifices were necessary for your loved ones.
I heard Jacob's voice, felt Jacob's fingers on my shoulders, Jacob's hands shaking me, trying to revive me…
I felt the nearly silent whoosh of air as it whisked past me, and suddenly I had the sensation that I was being lifted off the ground, and then I was racing through the air, the feeling one that I'd never experienced before.
Slowly, I opened my eyes, and fluttered my eyelashes a little, not in the flirty way but in the way actresses always do on TV when they wake up from their sleep to find a charming prince in the very same room. Jacob's eyes widened. "Lana, are you okay?"
"I…" I stuttered over the words to make my act more convincing. "I…I'm fine…now. Thanks…" Looking around me I found myself already in the school carpark, right next to my beloved blue Audi. I fumbled with the car key in my skirt pocket, and then pressed the black unlock button on it. The Audi's lights flashed and it beeped. Jacob pulled open the passenger door and put me down on the comfortable leather seat, and then he got in himself on the other side. I can't believe he was going to drive me. Ohmigod, Nessie is gonna be so jealous. That is, if Jacob even tells her about this.
Jacob Black: Nessie is so gonna kill me for this. She knows that I love her and all, but still…I mean, I couldn't just leave Lana collapsed on the cafeteria floor, right? Couples should understand each other, understand this kind of thing. Is that a fact or is that statement just for comforting myself? (A/N: I guess I don't have to make a whole new Jacob POV when this is all I've got to write, so everything just goes in italics)
"Do you know my address?" I asked Jacob incredulously. Jake revved the engine and glanced at me. He shook his head.
"Sierre Gravado Street, No. 18, the Bernhardt Estate. If you still can't find it, you can't be colour blind, anyway, and mine is the only sky-blue house around here. You do know Sierre Gravado Street, don't you Jake?" I told him clearly, and then realized with a jolt if I was speaking TOO clearly, so I added a little cough at the end for effect.
"Uh-huh, sure. Even though my activity is mainly up on La Push and around Forks, I can still find my way around here. Sierre Gravado Street is considered to be where many "upper-class mansions" are." Jake didn't look at me as he spoke, he was probably concentrating on the road ahead. Then again, he could be thinking about his Nessie as well. Ugh. Why did I always have to let myself think so negatively? Of course he wasn't. Which driver didn't concentrate on the road when driving?
Many, many drivers.
I didn't like Renesmee. Not only because she was officially Jacob's girlfriend, but of course that contributed to some of the dislike, but even before I realized that I liked Jake more than a friend. She was the kind of all-too-perfect girl, and revoltingly perfect as well, just like the rest of her family, the Cullens. I didn't know why but it seemed as though her father, Dr. Carlisle Cullen who looked too young to be anything but her brother or cousin, had injected some kind of ultimate skin-whitening fluid into them. All of them were perfectly white, without so much as a little bit of tan, except for Renesmee and her rosy pink cheeks, but other than that the rest of Nessie was white, too. (A/N: In this fanfic the story is that Carlisle and Esme are Nessie's parents. Bella is Nessie's sister, and Edward is Bella's boyfriend. Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper are Nessie and Bella's cousins from Spain. Their parents died in a tragic car accident, leaving them as orphans, and that happened when they were twelve. The Cullens took them in, etc, etc. But of course we know better.) She had Jake, her friends Lizzie, Bethany and Kara, her perfectly beautiful body, and her trust and family support. Renesmee was also that kind of girl who was lucky and perfect in almost every single way you could imagine. The only thing that was missing was the "being a downright showoff" part. It was just…unfair, unjust, you know what I mean.
As I was thinking about all this I realized that Jake had already come to a stop in front of the gate of my home. Time always passes so quickly if you're thinking about things in which you're kinda jealous of other people, and I really didn't know why, because word is that time only passes quickly when you're happy. Anyway, I really wasn't very happy right now because I hadn't spent my alone time with Jacob wisely. Talking to him would have been nice, if that wouldn't get us into a car accident, which probably wouldn't because I know that Jake is a great driver. Getting to know him better and finding out some of Renesmee's weaknesses just so I could use this knowledge against her would be good to pass the time, too, and I was regretting my actions far more than I'd ever regretted anything in my life. Jacob was my first love and I've never met another guy who made me melt and feel this way; I'd once promised myself that I would have him, sooner or later, and I'd known that I would be willing to do anything to get there.
"Lana? We're here. Lana…? Hey, are you feeling fine?" Jacob leaned over to my side in the car seat, unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at me with a strange expression; it was worry mixed with something that I couldn't put my finger on, it was very difficult to comprehend his expression right now and it was something that I hadn't seen before.
I shifted uncomfortably, writhing in the seat although virtually I was feeling quite comfortable here. "Yeah? I'm good," I mumbled, trying to play it cool.
"Okay." Jacob shot me that strange look again and looked at me fully for one last time, clearly unconvinced. "I have to go now. You can take care of yourself just fine, right? You just might wanna get yourself to the doctor or something?"
I shook my head and stepped out of the car. Jake followed. When I heard him shut the door on his side, I shut mine too and locked the car doors, then put the car key safely into my pocket again. "I'm going to be fine, Jake, you really don't have to worry so much. I'll be right up again tomorrow, oh you'll see."
Jake chuckled a low, hearty chuckle. "It'll be good, then, because I can tell Mr Aitensedore that I sent you home because you were sick. It's a good excuse, it won't be lying, and we'll both get out." I giggled, too.
I "stumbled" my way up the porch steps to my house, and then further up the stairs to my bedroom. When I was sure that Jake would be safely out of watching distance, I flounced on my bed and congratulated myself on a job well done. I was almost going to take my mobile and text Renesmee, telling her how I'd accomplished some alone time with her darling Jacob. She'd obviously be more jealous than not.
And that was all before I heard the purr of another engine, and then it roared to a stop.
Curious, I stood up and went to my bedside window and sat on the apple-green light chair next to the window, and peeped out. What I saw horrified me.
It was Renesmee's sister's black Jaguar, obviously Nessie had loaned it from her. I heard it was that Renesmee's parents didn't want her to drive her own car to school, at least not until she was eighteen like her sister was. Nessie stepped out of the car, her nostrils flared, her eyes squinted, her lips slightly parted like she was breathing through her mouth, and she probably was.
Jacob touched her hair, but she put her hands on her hips, glared at him and spoke. Jake gave her his best lovesick-and-apologetic-puppy look, and grasped her wrist, and then he, too, spoke. She spoke once more, and although I couldn't hear what they were saying, I could see that Renesmee's aggressive posture and angry expression had softened noticeably.
Jake wrapped his arms around Nessie's waist and pulled her closer to him, as though trying to hug her but I saw, and therefore knew better. Their eyes locked, and it was a gaze of love as well as understanding. Nessie then put her arms around Jake's neck, and I couldn't do anything about it. Jake leaned in, gently, caressed her cheek, and then pressed his lips to hers.
I saw it almost as well as any outsider would have seen, but I saw it quite clearly because my father had not built the house's floors very high and my bedroom window happened to be facing the front door, where the porch was, and where Jake and Nessie were.
Their kiss wasn't the simple, sweet and innocent kiss that most couples I knew had shared. In fact, this kiss was a wild, tongue-twisting and saliva-swapping kiss, so intimate that I couldn't bear to watch. It seemed to private for a third person to look on, something that could only be shared between two people and only these two people involved in the kiss.
Being the coward that I was, I escaped out the back door of the Bernhardt Estate, and decided to take a stroll in the woods to get my mind off the things that had very recently happened.
I was already deep into the woods when I heard an irresistible, angelic voice calling out to me. "Lana, Lana…" the voice chanted over and over again, like a hypnotizing spell.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I asked, wary. I took a step backwards. Then, suddenly, giving me a great fright, a young girl jumped down from the branches of a nearby tree, holding a clear crystal vial which contained a thick, rich crimson-red liquid.
"It was me," the hauntingly beautiful girl said. She was beautiful in every way except for the bizarre fact that her irises were a bright red, even brighter than that of the liquid in the vial on her palm. "I am Jane, and I have the power to satisfy your wish, the wish that you have wanted to fulfill for so very long."
I stared at the vial cradled in her palm. "Is…is that it?"
"Oh, yes," the stunning Jane replied, her voice floating and whispery. "But all is not what only meets the eye, Lana, my friend. In this very vial contains the liquid that has the power to make your Jacob fall in love with you."
"Just like a love potion?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Like those kind you see in the comics sold at the newspaper stands?"
Jane pursed her lips, and I wondered why she didn't, or wouldn't, smile. "Well, dear Lana, not like a love potion, but it is a love potion."
"Why…Jane, why do you want to help me? You don't even know me." My instincts were telling me that there was something dangerous about this Jane. She had that same flawless porcelain face like Renesmee and the rest of the Cullens did, but their eyes were brown and sometimes golden (because of the radioactivity), and hers were bright red, they were menacing. There was something strange as well, like the dark gray, almost-black cloak she wore. It was so long that they trailed on the ground beside her feet when she moved.
"Really…" Jane didn't say the word like it was a question, rather she said it like a flat statement. "The cov-group that I belong to; we are old enemies with the Cullens. The three leaders of my group, Aro, Caius and Marcus, they instructed me to come here, find you and give this to you. I didn't expect this task to be so easy. I thought I'd find you closer to the city. But never mind this now, take the potion. It's destined to be yours. You're the most suitable person I know to use this. Don't you want to get some back from Renesmee?" Jane challenged, her eyes taunting. "It's a very good opportunity now. If you don't act fast, your Jacob will be gone forever. We, my group, we help the people whom we think are worthy of our help. This potion was specially brewed by Chelsea, a female in our…group. Chelsea is naturally sensitive to feelings, you see, and she can just sense how you feel about this situation. Don't ask me how I know about your plight, but I just do. We all do. Oh, but don't worry Lana, we are very good at keeping secrets…even to our grave." Jane's eyes seemed to bore a hole in my chest. "I'd do anything to get back at those Cullens. That's a story for another time. Now it's your chance to act against them. Get your revenge on Renesmee." She saw the hesitation on my face. "It's what you've always dreamed of." Jane reminded me, knowing my weak spots. Hmm, Aro, Caius, Marcus, such old, outdated names. I couldn't…take that potion. It just felt so wrong.
Jane's voice was smooth as it was irresistible, and could make any heart melt. "Lana, you're very beautiful, do you know that? You deserve a good boyfriend. You deserve the man you truly love, who is no other than Jacob Black." Jane's voice wasn't exactly cooing, but it was soft, sweet, very convincing and incredibly persuasive. "Renesmee would never have gotten him if it wasn't for the imprint-"
"The what?" I asked, confused.
"Nothing much," Jane replied casually. "Just something to tell you next time, like I'd said."
"This is wrong, Jane," I told her slowly. "Trying to steal away someone else's true love when they're already a perfectly-matched couple is definitely wrong!"
Jane shrugged, and part of her hood slipped. She quickly pulled it back into place. "It's your choice. Just take it, and you'll find that it will help you in the future, if not now. You can use it if you want, I'm just leaving it in your care. Take it as that, and use it at your own free will. Pour the whole bottle if you can. Here's the antidote if you…ever decide that you've had enough." Jane handed me an identical vial, containing the same kind of liquid only that this time, it was dark blue instead of red. Jane smirked. "Chelsea will be disappointed, but you need not take her feelings to heart anyway…"
Jane smiled at me pointedly as she turned.
The last thing I saw was Jane running, her dark cloak flying behind her like wings as she ran through the forest, her feet barely touching the ground.
The last thing I felt was excruciating pain before I closed my eyes shut.
And then everything went black.