CHAPTER ONE
The sun gleams perky on my face as I lay asleep. Wonderful dreams came out of my mind when the reflecting rays of the sun from the flourishing lavender roses that filled my mom and dad's meadow. Though my eyes were shut, I could hear two angel voices speaking like they were both mesmerized with me. "Renesmee is quite a sleepyhead like you were still human," my dad, Edward grimaced. "But at least she doesn't speak impulsive words though her touch-and-pass vision gift is much more badly than that," Bella, my silly but beautiful and oversensitive mom frowned. After thirty-seven seconds, I have consciously open my eyes and saw the two most important and gorgeous angelic faces in front of me.
"Hey Baby," my dad greeted me with those liquid topaz eyes.
"Hi Dad, how long have I been asleep?"
"You woke up late in the morning sleeping for twelve hours. We went here and you slept another five hours again, and that would make up 17 hours of total sleep," Edward chuckled. 17 hours? What happened to the time? Is he serious? I've been counting backwards in my head trying to figure out the answers to these questions.
"It's quite impressive for a small human-vampire like you to sleep in that particular time," Bella assumed. "Yeah I guess I'm just tired," my voice still shocked. I sagged as I tried to stand but luckily my dad caught me in his arms and cradled me up.
"Adrenaline rush?" my mom grimaced. "Maybe we should get you home now before you starve and just bite us off to get something into your mouth."
As we reach home, the lights flickered as they always were in the bright and exclusive house of the Cullens. But before I could step in, there were not just one or two vampires but 27 of them. Is something wrong? I wanted to ask but my mouth can't burst out the words. My ever loving grandmother, Esme, took a step forward and approached me as I came in.
"What do you prefer sweetheart? Italian or French food?" she asked showing me to different menus.
"She'll take Italian," Edward interrupted before I could answer.
"Yes please" I uttered.
Sitting on a grandiose dining area with only you eating is the most embarrassing thing for me to do at home. I waited patiently for Grandma Esme and Aunt Rosalie's Italian recipe to cook as I scrutinize twenty seven faces of different vampires at home.
But before I could finish eating, I felt I could unexpectedly collapse and slumber so I decided to go upstairs. My room was so pink in every detail of it. I stumbled down quickly to my bed without any further discussion with both my parents who I can hear their silent laughter behind me.
"Good night Renesmee," Edward said in a singing voice.
"Sleep well baby," was the last words I heard right from my mom.