I want to first let you know that every step of the way in this chapter and the continuation of this story, that I have been researching sign language and the ASL community. I did take ASL in college, I also still have my text book from said class that I look for reference in along with Online options. It's hard to describe every sign, so I won't. If the signs I have described sounds wrong at all please tell me right away so I can correct it.

I want to add a bit more diversity to colored and disabled characters, and this is my starting point. I want to do them justice.

CHAPTER 1

September 28th, 2012

We had gone to the city because of fashion week. Zuhair Murad had just presented his new collection, which my mom had had already ordered and had put aside for us to pick up at our convenience, pulling strings through her little web of designers.

I would never understand the hype of such expensive clothing, when you could look as just as good with a little tweaking if you bought something from Walmart or Macy's. Though I wasn't exactly a shopping enthusiast, for the most part I let my mom dress me.

That was why I was currently finishing up getting my red roots touched up at a salon to match the rest of my dyed blonde hair, the one thing I participated and enjoyed. I liked the color, it matched my moms, and the experience of having someone wash your hair for you was incredible. I've been dying my hair ever since I was little, probably younger than most kids that start dying their hair. I was 15 now, are at least that's my physical age, technically I'm only 6.

It's complicated.

Once I was done, I put my hearing aides back in and stepped out of the parlor chair. Turning I brought my hand palm towards me and fingers together, and touched my lips with the tips of my fingers and brought my hand and forearm away and down. Thanking my stylist in sign language.

"Beautiful." my mom signed as I came up to her. The fact was that she was the truly beautiful one, her facial features perfectly balanced, an aesthetic masterpiece. She was tall with a figure that you saw on the bodies of the women that were on the front of Sport Illustrated. She reminded of the statues of the greek goddesses more than those women though, statuesque and noble. She had golden hair, my hair dyed as close to the same color we could find, and falling just as long as mine did, ending at the small of her back in brilliant, shimmering waves.

Lifting my hand to her face, I touched her cheek and showed how I saw her, how beautiful she was to me, how much I loved her and thanked her from once again treating me to such pampering. I had even gotten a full mani-pedi, and spa treatment before my hair.

"You're welcome. You're my angel, just ask for it and it's yours." she told me before she kissed my head and handed her credit card over to the salon cashier, also handing a large cash tip to Audra and Nadeen, the women who had done my hair and nails.

It wasn't necessary for her to spoil me so much, I already knew how much she loved me so she had no need to try and prove it further with material items. Most of the times these little shopping trips were more tiring than they were enjoyable, my favorite part was when we got to eat. Where as my mom's diet included nothing but animal blood, my taste was a bit more varied.

My favorite were burgers, real, wholesome and delicious hamburgers. Just the thought of them was making me hungry. Touching my mom's wrist as we walked out of the salon, I showed her what it was that I wanted.

"Alright, but I'm not sure if there are any burger places around." she sneered at the image of the greasy food. I kept my hand on her skin, letting her know that was ok, that I could go for anything really at that point.

"I saw a cute little bistro, just down the street earlier, how about that?" she suggested, her signing fluent and perfect since the day she started learning with me. It was a habit at this point to both sign and speak at the same type while having almost any conversation with me, even when I could clearly read her lips.

A bistro sounded good too, I could get a roast beef sandwich. I let her know my approval, and for the rest of the time we held hands as we walked, showing her the vivid and clear world I saw through my eyes, the way I felt, fascinated by everything, my mind in high gear even now.

At a certain point she tucked some of my hair behind my ear, showing of the cute, 3,000 dollar Cartier earrings she had bought me last year for my birthday and matching bracelet . They were gold orchids, small and classy. I loved them.

Turning up the volume of my hearing aids, I enjoyed the ambient noise it allowed me to hear. I could hear the murmur of water from the fountains all over the street, the flapping of pigeons as child ran through a flock of them just ahead, I could hear people talking too. It wasn't at the same volume as other people could hear, but at least I could hear something.

I got my roast beef sandwich in the end and a side of sweet potato fries, washing it all down with a bottle of Gini. As I ate I would occasionally reach over for my mom, taking her hand and letting her experience what it felt like to eat again, to live it through me. It wasn't something we did often, but once in awhile I would catch her glancing as some form of food with a nostalgic expression, remembering her human days when she ate and took enjoyment in mundane food. She told me she had loved pasta and champagne when she was human. So sometimes, I would make it at home, and have a small glass and let her relive the taste and pleasure of it again.

After we were done with lunch we continued on our way, stopping at the hottest shops to pick up the latest trends and released lines. In between we enjoyed the Paris sights. We had been to France before, but we usually when we stayed here it was in Normandy, away from the crowds of people, especially if we wanted to stay for awhile.

The people and places were all beautiful, different and unique from what you would fine is America. And the cars were a whole other story. I loved cars, are to be clear, I loved fixing cars side by side with my mom. My favorite were the more vintage, classic models, the ones that it was really hard to find the parts for.

Maybe we could stop by an auto shop. Or, if we were really lucky I would find out they were having a car show. Nothing like fashion week to also show off a bunch of shiny cars. The city was vibrating with excitement, girls of all ages huddled together around a news article or magazine, boys admiring all the girls in their pretty new clothes and hairstyles. Monochromatic colors and prints had taken over the streets, the neon colors of 2010 till now thrown out for black and white. Denim had also taken a rise here and there this year. I myself was a fan of the polka-dot tops. My mom took that into consideration when she was shopping for my closest.

The last thing on our to do list was to pick up the designs she had reserved earlier on. To get them we would have to go to the hotel where they were hosting the weeks fashion shows.

I wasn't too thrilled to be in an environment that I didn't really feel like I fit in amongst. The fashion world just wasn't the place for me, it wasn't the peak of my interests and my mom could dress me up like a Barbie as much as she wanted but it would never change how I felt about it. It just wasn't me. Besides some small similarities, mostly things i had picked up while growing, I wondered if we were even related at all. Our minds just worked so differently.

I found my chance to get out of going to the runway when I noticed a large book store up ahead, the newest publishing's out on display in the large glass windows. With our hands full with the fancy paper bags stuffed with even fancier clothes, we couldn't hold hands as we had before. Shrugging some bags around I managed to reach out and touch her arm, holding my spot there to show her what it was I wanted, how I felt.

She gave a sigh, but smiled in an understanding manner. Since her hands were full as well, she couldn't sign to me, but since I could read her lips.

"Alright. But if you go anywhere else just text me to let me know ok, I'll freak out if I come back to get you and your not there. Promise?" she said, her golden eyes sharp and stern as she looked down at me, reminding me just how short I was compared to her. Being 4'11 sucked, especially when your mom was 5'9.

I promise, I thought, keeping my hand on her and passing my sincerity on. Once she received the message I was free to go enjoy myself, by myself for a little bit while she did the same, but before we went our separate ways we exchanged 'I love yous' and did our best to hug with all the bags in our arms. She kissed both my cheeks and my forehead before she finally let me go.

I stayed to the front of the store, where all the newly published literature was. I found an old, almost antique looking chair and pulled it to the front, placing some of my bags on it while I peruse through the different genre's.

I both enjoyed classical and modern fiction, and nonfiction and poetry as well on occasion. I had the complete works of Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters, Leo Tolstoy, I had the box sets of the Inheritance Cycle saga by Christopher Paolini, James Dashner's Maze Runner series, the works of Stephen King and was continuing a number of other uncompleted series of novellas that were still in the works to their endings. My favorite so far was a very amusing Young adult series about vampires call the House of Night series. I liked all genre's from dystopian, fantasy, horror, romance and mysteries. I just in whole loved to read anything I could get my hands on.

They just published a book this year by a man named John Green, The Fault in our Stars. I had heard of it before, seemed to get great reviews. I was looking forward to reading it.

I had already an extensive pile of books that I planned to buy, when I decided to finally look up after standing for an hour and a half, reading the inside covers and back of every book, deciding on which ones to get. I faced the large windows and had a clear view of the cloudy sky, the reason me and my mom could come out this week. Actually it was more my mom that needed the shade than I did. Where I only gave a slight glow, a shimmer in the sun she full out sparkled like a Swarovski crystal. It was an astonishing sight, beautiful, but it didn't do well to walk around like that when you were trying to keep a low profile that you belonged to the supernatural.

That's when I noticed them. A couple standing across the shop, man and woman with arms filled with as many bags as me and my mom if not more. But that wasn't what me catch my breath. It was there eyes, they were gold, amber like my mom's with the same bruised look under them, my enhanced vision letting me see as much. Their skin was chalk white, and they were insanely beautiful. They were vampires, they had to be.

We didn't come across too many vampires during our travels, my mom didn't want them to know about me, my existence was hard to explain and she was terrified of what others would think or even do. If they might try and hurt me or even worse go to the Volturi. At the same time I couldn't help but feel drawn to them, the part of me that was vampire tugging me towards them. I continued to watch them, curious.

One of them was thin girl as a stick and very short , about my height or maybe even shorter. She had short, black hair styled in a pixie cut. Pixie, how ironic, she herself looked like a fairy, a pixie from Peter Pan with her stature, large eyes and delicate features. She could have been from fifteen to eighteen when she was turned, her age like all vampires timeless, undiscerning.

The other, was a tall and lean boy at least 6'2, with long honey blonde hair that fell just before collar. He was just as pale as the girl, and she could see scars all over his body, at least the parts where his skin was exposed. She was sure no one else, as in human, could see them. But they weren't ordinary scars, they were bite marks.

I tried to be discreet in my staring, looking behind them or back down at my book every few seconds, until the one time that I looked back up I found them both staring right back at me, their faces first just a uninterested glance, then they looked puzzled and then finally shocked like they realized what I was. But it was more than that, it was like they were seeing a ghost when they saw me. Like they knew me in someway. Of course that was impossible, I had never met them before in my life, I would have remembered. Not once had I ever seen their faces before.

As we stared at each other, I realized it was time to go, that this was not good at all. I needed to text my mom and get back to her.

Grabbing all of my bags, I stared at the pile of books. I really didn't want to leave them, besides I'm sure they wouldn't actually come into the store, they would just go on there way. Yeah, I'm sure they would. Picking up the books I brought them over to the register, smiling at the cashier as he rang my books and I got my wallet and cellphone out from my little, gold hedgehog bag. I loved my little bag, I picked it out myself. Of course that meant my mom hated it.

Speaking of which, I shot her a quick text that I would meet her halfway and would be leaving the book store in a minute. By the time I had sent the message the cashier had finished with my books. Looking at the tiny rectangle, I took out the right about of cash from my simple designed Vivienne westwood wallet, looking like any other black leather wallet, it's style a little more masculine than the long rectangle wallets girls had slung from their wrists these days. The best part was that it was small enough to fit in my hedgehog. The wallet would have been indistinguishable from any other, except for the gold logo that gave it's brand away, it would take a trained eye to notice it.
Taking my change, slipped it in my wallet and back into my purse, grabbing the bag of books from the counter.

"Oh what a cute wallet, I have the same one but in violet." I turned just in time to see her lips, my eyes conveniently downcast to catch sight of them. I would have walked right into her if she had stopped and stood any closer. She surprised me by speaking english rather than french, seeing as we were in France. That was the good thing about ASL, it was universal.

I blinked at the little vampire, taking note of how she studied my face with her eyes while the rest of her facial expressions was trained to give away nothing, a stone surface in a friendly smile. I opened my mouth, and then closed it. My arms were full, but not heavy, if I tilted them just right I could slide the bags in my hand further up my wrist so I could sign, not that I was sure they would understand either way. I just didn't know what else to do.

"Thank you." I signed, not knowing what else I could really say in response.

The tiny vampires large eyes went even wider as she watched my hands move and not my lips, realization hitting her and she made a tiny 'o' with her mouth.

"Your deaf?" she moved her perfect lips, her mouth small and lips full and pretty. She looked confused and then horrified, but in a sad kind of way that I recognized immediately as pity.

I frowned at her and nodded.

"I need to go." I signed, pointing to myself and then keeping one hand close to me and the other a little bit forward I curled my fingers in accept for my pointer and brought them up and down once for go.

"Nice to meet you." I finished and tried to walk around the couple, determined to get out and find my mom. But a wave of reluctances washed over me, and I felt almost dazed and then the blond boy was in front of me, signing.

"You are alright, don't fight it." he spoke as he signed, with was easier since his signing was a little sloppy, but still well enough to read. If he messed up I could always just read his lips too as long as he continued to talk as well.

Fight what. Why did I feel this way, were these people doing this to me. Were they also gifte? Who were they? I was so scared, I just wanted my mom. As I felt panic fight against this reluctance and calm, I felt another emotion coming sweeping in, drowning my fear with trust.

"We don't want to hurt you." he said, his signing slow as he backed up, out of the store, and I followed of my own accord, but not really, I felt influenced to go with him.

"What's your name?" was the closest to 'who are you people?' that you could get, but I managed to ask it in my drugged out state, at least I assumed this was what it felt like to be on drugs.

"My name is Jasper and this is Alice," he introduced himself and his partner in crime.

It was strange, at times my thoughts were free of his influence, though it didn't last long and I was once against thinking them the nicest people I've ever met.

"Hello, Alice, Jasper." I assigned Alice's ASL name by making the small sign and bringing it to my body. Jaspers was bite that went into a 'J'. I felt like we were best friends.

Alice who had come around looked at my hands and then too jasper, her face sideways so I couldn't make out her words to well, but I could hear a tiniest bit with my aids. She was asking what I said. Jasper explained to her by giving them their ASL names, and that it was a good thing, very good.

"I can't believe it's really her, Jazz, it's Renesmee." Alice spoke looking excited. Who was Renesmee, did she mean me? "She even has Bella's eyes, she looks so much like her, but she has Edwards chin. And her hair, I was sure they said she had Edward's hair when she was born, she must have died it to hide her better."

Who and what were they talking about, who was Bella and Edward?
"Rosalie can't be far, there's no way she would leave her alone for long. We have to take her and go now, we'll never get this chance again." she spoke to rushed, it was hard to keep up, luckily my hearing aide compensated for me. Jasper just nodded and continued to pump me full of calm and trust as he lead me towards the road where Alice was waving down a taxi.

No! I didn't want to go with them, where were they going to take me?

It took only a few seconds until a car was pulling to the curb. But before we got in, Alice gave her bags and took mine and gave them to the driver to put in the trunk, as if she realized the value of the contents and found them to precious to part with. While the driver did that, and Jasper stayed close enough to me to brainwash me...and oh, he was really nice again, I smiled.

I was too distracted by what I was feeling, that I barely noticed Alice go through my purse, taking out my phone.

"We'll get you a new one, I promise." she told me before dropping my cell down the sewer drain at the curb. She then went back into my purse and found my passport.

Opening it up, she frowned at what the contents read.

"Vanessa Carol McCarty," she read out my full name, looking extremely angry. "She even changed her name."

She closed my passport and put in back in my purse. "We need to go."

"Please, get in the car." it wasn't a request, but he said it to be polite, to come off kind and gentle. What he said I felled compelled to do. So I slid in next before he followed and I was being sandwiched between the two vampires.

The driver didn't turn around, but I saw the twitch of his jaw as I was sure he was asking where we were going. I looked at Jasper, he didn't move, and then to Alice.

"À l'aéroport." she told him in french, which believe it or not was much easier to read her lips than it was english. My heart hammered in my chest. The airport, we were going to the airport. Panic rose in my, and I tried to focus, to fight against these feeling that weren't mine but I began to feel relaxed again, Jasper calming me and I began to think of other things, of the time me and my mom went to Wahlburgers on Coney Island, where my love for hamburgers was born, the peace of reading by the window on a rainy or snowy day with a fluffy quilt wrapped around me.

"Bella is going to be so happy that we finally found you, she and Edward never stopped looking for you," Alice turned her body towards me, her smile bright and perfect as she spoke so that I could see.

"None of us could have ever thought Rosalie would have done something so awful, she even left Emmett behind." she was speaking more to herself than me. "Poor Emmett, he hasn't been the same since."

"I can't believe you're deaf, it makes no sense being what you are, at least I think so. We'll know more once Carlisle can look you over." she said, that look on her face again, pity. I didn't want pity, I hated it, it did me no good and meant nothing to me when I've been raised to be more than my disability, to be a functional member of society without having to rely on others to compensate for my hearing.

She could shove her pity where the sun don't shine.

"Let me get a look at you." she said, and placed her hands on my face, turning it so I was facing her. I hoped she could see the anger behind the daze in my eyes. I wished I could focus my gift into the rest of my skin, that way I could force my thoughts into her head, my feelings like they were doing similar to me.

That's the thing about my power, if I wanted to I could use it as a weapon, make people see what I wanted them to see and think, brainwash them and it would last even after I touched them. It happened once when I was really little, I had wandered into a toy store my mother not far, and I asked a sales lady for a teddy bear, she gave it to me but said I had to pay for it.

To make a long story short, I didn't like that, didn't realize what I was capable of and took her hand and practically brainwashed her until she said a bumbling idiot telling me to take whatever toys I wanted.

My mom was not happy with me and from then started to better teach me how to control my gift and lay down my limitations as to what I was allowed to do with it.

All this went through my mind in seconds while Alice studied my face, taking in every little pore and tiny, pale hair.

"You really do look like Bella, and you are even more beautiful than Edward. You're stunning." she said so soft that my hearing aid wasn't able to pick it up, but I caught the movements of her mouth, the flick and roll of her tongue and forming of her lips.

"Such a shame about your hair though, Edward has beautiful hair." she looked sad. "But I'm sure we can fix that right up when we get back."

Back where, where were they taking me.

"Have you told the others yet." Jasper said on my other side, my aid catching it for me when I couldn't see him.

"Oh, I should, shouldn't I!" she realized and pulled out a phone much fancier than mine, probably the newest model. She spent a full minute, her fingers zipping over the numbers as she contacted not just one, but multiple people. Just as she finished, I heard the tiny noise of the ring as someone called her.

Answering she brought it to her ear. Even with my hearing aids I couldn't hear the person on the other side, but I did pay attention to Alice.

"It's her Edward, I'm sure. I can't see her like others and she looks so much like the two of you, not to mention she has a similar smell to Bella when she was human. It's her, there's no doubt about it."

"That won't be possible Bella, she can't talk, she seems to be deaf. Besides I think even if she could talk to you, it would be too much right now. I'm sorry." she said, switching between people or on speaker phone on their side.

"She's grown, she looks about fifteen. It was why I wasn't sure that it was really her at first." she told them, answering someones question.

There was nothing to be sorry about though except for the fact they were kidnapping me!

"Not sure. We didn't want to risk running into her so Jasper has her under control right now, and we're on the way to the airport." she said to Edward or Bella, whoever was on the other end at the moment.

"Yeah, that would save us a lot of time. Lucky for us she had her passport on her when we found her." I couldn't listen anymore, I didn't want to, I just wanted to close my eyes and take out my aids and let world fall away, pretend none of this was happening.

"Alright, we should be at the airport in a couple of minutes. I'll call you before we get on the plane." then she was sharing goodbyes and hanging up, and all I wanted to do was strangle her but once again any of my own emotions were quickly suppressed and replaced with happier ones, sedating me, coercing me to go along with them.

When we arrived at the airport, the driver brought us in front of the Delta terminal. I felt my throat tightened and the burn as a few tears finally escaped. This was really happening. They were going to make me get on a plan to who knows where and I would never see my mom again.

"Jasper!" Alice hissed low under her breath at him. Her gaze was adoring but urgent and sympathetic as she glanced at me as she got out of the car.

"I know you are scared, but ya don't need to be." he said, and I noticed then as he kneeled in front of me outside the car, that he might have an accident. They way he formed his words were different. It was a good distraction from my fear and I managed to have enough control without being told what to do to wipe away my tears.

"I want to go home." I signed, more tears coming. "I want my mom."

"I know, and we're taking you there." he told her. "It's all going to be ok."

"You have to trust us though, can you do that." I didn't have a choice as calm and trust flowed into me, but it was all artificial, but knowing that didn't change anything as these new feelings lead my actions and I found myself nodding in understanding.

"Good, now you're going to come with us, and we're going to get on a plane home and everything will be alright." I believed him, or at least these emotions he was making me feel, had me believing him.

He touched my forearms and helped lead me out of the car, the cab driving away once the door was closed behind me. Alice must have already payed him and somehow in the time that Jasper was talking me down, she had taken all our things from the trunk, purchased suitcases from a store that I couldn't find, all the clothes my mom had bought me packed away in the designer suitcases.

"Ready?" she asked us, peppy and light as she stood smiling at us, luggage on either side of her.

"Yes." Jasper answered for the both of us, guiding me as he placed a hand between my shoulders.

"This is so great that we found you. A complete chance." she prattled on. "Thankfully I never miss fashion week, be it Paris or Milan, I'm surprised Rosalie didn't think of that." she said, and I hated the way she said my moms name, like she had done something awful.

"Everyone is so excited to meet you." she bounced a little. "Everything is going to be so much better now."

I agreed with her, the trust that I was made to feel towards Jasper now extending to her. Of course it would be better, I even was made to feel excited.

"I wish I could see your future, it's always so much better that way." she said before turning her back to me, falling beside Jasper who took some of the luggage.

We headed first for the kiosks at the forefront, checking in and scanning our passports before brining out luggage to a person to be tagged and checked. I was handed my tickets and saw it was for first class on a direct flight to Seattle, Washington.

PLEASE READ

So I believe this is either the second or third time that I have rewritten this story but I promise it will be the last.

I want to answer/explain a few things that you might be wondering about.

1: So yeah, my theory behind giving Ness's disability and gift and is that because she was born deaf her ability was developed to compensate the loss of that sense of communication. More details on how she was born deaf will be explained in later chapters.

2: As is it was already explained Renesmee's hair and name were changed to better conceal her identity from those(the Cullen's) looking for her.

3: Her new name. Vanessa-In breaking dawn this was going to be her new Alias if she had to escape with Jacob if the confrontation with the Volturi became violent. Carol-Stephanie Meyer said this was her original name for Rosalie and finally McCarty- Emmett's last name when he was a human.

4: More of an interesting little fact that answering a question. I have started to read Life and Death and am really liking it so far, some of Ness's character and personality is inspired by a mix of Bella as a human and Edythe.

Any other question please let me know in a review and I will answer them in the beginning of the next chapter without spoiling anything if I can. And bringing up reviews, I really hope you guys do or at least follow or favorite my story to let me know that you're interested. It really helps, that and my opal stones that I picked up in Salem during a family vacation(Opal is supposed to help with inspiration, I keep one in front of my keyboard when I write.)