I looked up at my gorgeous boyfriends face from where I was resting against his chest. Absent-mindedly his hands stroked my hair and I smiled happily and leaned into him like a cat. We lay there without speaking for a long time, both watching the sun set out the window colouring the room with washes of gold, then amber then deep purple. The light dipped and faded. We however could still see clearly. After a while I got up, my long legs stretching lithely as I snaked round behind him, my lips meeting his neck. His breath hitched as I darted my tongue out and licked him. He caught my face and brought it round to kiss his soft lips but I withdrew, smiling slyly. To his confused face I returned to his neck, trailing kisses over it. Slowly my teeth met it and I bit. A warm slow trickle of blood caught my very sensitive nose and I lapped up the delicious flavour, really, his was the best blood I'd ever tasted.
Within seconds the wound had healed and I sat back on my haunches and licked my lips. I had my eyes shut but I still knew when he darted forwards and swept my up into his muscled arms, I felt his voice rumbled through his chest which I was pressed up tight against. " Nessie." His voice was husky with desire. I blinked innocently, knowing the effect of my deep chocolate eyes on him. I pressed my hands harder against him, my hands splayed. Yes? I sent to his mind. He rolled his eyes and threw me backwards onto the bed. I marvelled at his skin, it was a beautiful reddish brown colour, almost as soft as the fur of his wolf. As he faced me while on top of me, his strong arms holding his weight easily, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "I love you."
I grinned in pleasure, my pearly teeth reflected into his eyes. "I know you do."
My name is Renesmee. I am 8 years and 5 months old. Yeah, you read that right. I'm eight years old. However I have the body of a seventeen year old and a very fast mind. And I mean fast! I was speaking when I was one week old. But that's not the most amazing thing about me, you see, when I was conceived, my mother was human. My father, was not. He is a vampire, about 160 years old now. That makes me a very rare species, half human, half vampire. I grew up very fast, a fully grown adult at 6 years. I have abilities far greater than any human possesses, I can jump higher, run faster and best of all I can send my thoughts to people, just by touching them, I have the ability to live forever but I can die. Just as a vampire, I'm more human than my family but blood still attracts me, I do what the rest do so we can live a civilised life. I drink animal blood.
As the sun rose, I lay back in bed with my eyes shut, I knew that Jacob had got up and gone to my parents house. Irrationally a jolt of jealousy pierced me in the gut as I watched tiny patters of rain start to hit the window and leave tear tracks, at one point had been in love with my mother. Now I knew he was bound to me by the oldest laws of his kind, and the simple fact that all of this had happened before my birth. It still rankled me a bit.
Shaking my head I bounded out of bed, landing on soft carpet. My bare toes curled into it and stared at my naked body in the mirror. My body doesn't change now, my strong supple pale limbs will stay just that. My face won't grow old, I will stay forever this image of beauty, pretty as any of my aunts or mother, but in a different way. Softer. I'm happy with my body, pleased with the way men and boys watch me when I go out. However it wasn't always like that. I remember everything perfectly from the moment I was born, I can remember the horror of a rapidly changing body. I didn't really know who I was. Imagine waking up to a different body to the one you went to bed in. The confusion and worry of the teenage years? Imaging going through 8 years of growth and developmentin six months! You can't. It was awful. It didn't help that my whole family was as unchanging as photographs. I went through it almost entirely alone- I say almost because, I had Jacob. He loved me irrevocably since the first second he lay eyes on me as a newborn baby. He was my confidant, my best friend. He was the only one too really understand my pain. You see he is a werewolf. Part of the Quilette tribe. Once he discovered his werewolf genes he grew into a man in a matter of months, by the time he was sixteen, he appeared twenty five. So clearly he understood me.
I stood there and looked at my reflection for a few more seconds, then I hastily scraped my curled auburn locks into a messy ponytail and shucked on some shorts and a flowery shirt. I ran barefoot out of the room and down the long white hallway. I skipped down the stairs, taking them 5 at a time until I almost collided with a wall of stone. My uncle Emmett. He chuckled as his freakishly fast vampire reflexes caught me in a shockingly cold grasp and carried me fireman style into the living room and dumped me unceremoniously onto the floor. His guffaws echoed as I hissed at his retreating figure. Springing to my feet I tucked escaping curls behind my ears and twirled to see my father leaning casually against the door frame. He smiled, his characteristic golden eyes glittering in the sun that was breaking through the cloud outside. I frowned.
Silently my mother came in and fell to a dead stop sending a sharp breeze through the room. She looped her marble arms around my neck and kissed my forehead. She smelled wonderful, a sweet and soft fragrance that filled my head. "I have a surprise for you." She smiled. Her face inches from mine. We looked practically identical, although my hair matched my father, the shape of my face, my height and my stature linked straight to her. And due to the fact that we would both look about eighteen forever. We could be twins. The only difference was our skin, hers was deathly cold and pale, while mine retained a little colour, and had a more peachy hue. My face cleared and I smiled widely. "Oh? Do tell!" Unlike my mother who hated all surprises, I loved them. "It's waiting outside, go see." I turned and ran out to the front garden my hair freeing itself of restraint and flowing out behind me, a bright curtain. Within seconds I had thrown open the front door, a delighted laugh bubbling up through my lips. I was caught in a whirlwind of a hug and my feet left the floor, my toes tingling in the breeze. As with a vampire I can see things a lot more clearly than normal people and even as I was being spun at a couple of hundred miles an hour I could still see the smiling faces of my family and one dark boy standing near the back of the little crowd, his eyes trained directly at me.
I was set gracefully back to my feet. "Zafrina!" I laughed and reached in to hug her again. "How are you?" Zafrina was from the Amazon and she hadn't visited for about four years, last time I saw her I looked about nine. "Ah, Nessie! How I have missed you!" She drawled in her heavy accent. "Me too, Zafrina, me too!" I turned and hugged Senna, her quiet friend and caught sight of Naheul. He stood a little apart from the group of happy vampires and watched me. His smooth impossibly rich dark chest was bare and glittered mysteriously in the morning light. He like me is a half vampire. And he is beautiful. The last time we met, I didn't notice, being a child and all. However now I saw him properly and I have to say, my heart expanded to twice the size as I looked into his mesmerising eyes framed with dark lashes. So caught up with his face, it was a shock when warm arms enveloped me from behind. I stiffened momentarily in shock and guilt pooled deep inside me when a warm voice filled my ears. "Nessie," Jacob whispered and kissed my neck lightly. I looked away from Naheul and into the eyes of the one devoted to me. I shut my eyes and kissed him but the image dancing behind them was of a dark skinned boy with glowing skin.
