hello, all! here is my newest fanfic; as you can see. to those who were reading my zutara fic, sorry. i've been busy with college, and then i've been having writer's block with that particular story...but! this is not about katara and zuko! this is about Jacob and Renesmee. their full story has not been written, and it makes me curious. so, to those who are interested in this pairing, read on!

disclaimer: i am NOT stephenie meyer. my name is spelled "stephanie." that's right; with an "a."

Chapter One

She sat alone on the log, just taking in the forest around her. The world looked so beautiful, filled with jewel-tones and golden sunlight. Immediately, without thought, she committed the sight to memory, intending to show to her parents--so cautious of the daytime--her unique world.

"Nessie!"

The young woman turned, her hair flying about her shoulders. Unconsciously, her face lit up, rivaling the sky above her. She let out a small gasp and slipped from her perch, landing lightly on the balls of her feet.

"Jacob!" she called in excitement, running towards the tall young man. Though she knew he must be in his twenties, Jacob Black looked no older than the first time she saw him four years ago. It was a phenomenon she could relate to for, at only four years old, she looked the same age as her forever-teenaged parents. A remnant of her unique beginnings, certainly, and one she sometimes resented. But her parents, so in love, had not meant for things to turn out so oddly.

Jacob hugged Renesmee close, breathing in her unique scent. Though, for the past few weeks, he had been feeling the beginnings of attraction for the lovely young woman, he felt content to just hold her. He had loved her mother, in his own way, but he had realized, in the years since Bella's death and subsequent transformation, that what he had felt for her was a connection, born out of anticipation of someone far more spectacular. For, once Renesmee appeared, Jacob found everything he was became defined by her existence.

He had been there for her since the beginning, his feelings that only of a guardian and friend. And he had watched her grow--unbelievably fast, she grew--until she blossomed into a young woman even lovelier than Bella. Once, Jacob thought Bella--with her pale skin, dark hair, and deep eyes--the epitome of beauty.

But Renesmee seemed so much more so. Her skin was the same shade as Bella's--pale cream colored with blush--but it held a finer feature, a legacy from Renesmee's vampire father. Her skin glimmered admiringly in the sun or moon, lending the girl the appearance of some magical elf. And her hair, a beguiling copper color, could hold Jacob fascinated for hours. But, for Jacob, Renesmee's eyes captivated him like nothing else. Deep and brown, they seemed fathomless, holding a thousand more secrets than even the eyes of Carlisle, the Cullen vampire's patriarch. Those eyes made Jacob the slave of the girl to whom they belonged.

"Jacob, where were you?" Renesmee demanded softly, her dark eyes turning, full force, onto him. "I waited for you."

Jacob's heart constricted as he stared into Renesmee's eyes. For a moment, he couldn't think, couldn't breathe. But he managed to recover even as Renesmee reached up her palm. "What's this?" Jacob asked, laughingly. "Do you have something new to show me?"

Renesmee said nothing, merely smiled mischievously, watching Jacob's face for his reaction. Gently, she placed her palm against his cheek and waited. She smiled softly as his expression brightened and a look of wonder overcame him. But, soon, it was no longer the forest which was on Renesmee's mind, but something else.

Instead, her thoughts were filled with a strange feeling of warmth, as if she had been laying in the sun for hours. It spread throughout her body, overcoming everything, and her heart began to beat faster. She stared up at Jacob in confusion, feeling drawn to him as never before. Always, she felt possessive of Jacob, as if he were hers, but never had she felt this… this need.

Suddenly, Jacob brought his hand up and placed it on hers. Slowly, he pulled her palm away from his cheek, a smile on his face. "You see everything so differently," he told her.

For a moment, Renesmee only looked at him, and then she shook her head and laughed, pushing past the strange emotions. Keeping her hand connected to his, she began to pull him through the woods to her home.

"Come on, Jacob! Papa's going to scold me if you don't hurry!"

At her mention of Edward, Jacob winced. Hurriedly, he tried to compose his thoughts, pushing some of the more…colorful thoughts about Renesmee out of his mind. If Edward even suspected Jacob was thinking anything about Renesmee other than the purest thoughts, he would sic Bella on him. And that was not an experience Jacob cared to repeat. Once was enough for a lifetime, thank you.

The two approached the small house, laughing quietly about their mad dash--one which no human could easily accomplish. But, just as they would have opened the door, it opened for them. And there stood Edward, expression carefully blank. Without a word, he extended his hand towards Renesmee.

"Papa?" Renesmee asked quietly, "What is it?"

"Nothing," Edward replied. His eyes, however, bored into Jacob's. "There's just something your mother and I have something to discuss with you."

At the grim words, Jacob froze, eyes going wide. He quickly followed Renesmee into the house, his body already preparing for battle. But what he found shocked him more than if Bella had sprung at him, fangs bared.

There, in the front room, sat the one person Jacob would never have expected. Standing like a silent statue beside the window, Marcus seemed a brooding piece of furniture more than a vampire who accompanied a party to kill Renesmee.

Instantly, Jacob growled, feeling the anger coursing through him like molten fire. "What is he doing here?" He shouted, moving to place himself in front of Renesmee. He whipped his head around to Bella. "How could you let him in here?"

Sighing softly, Bella lifted her hands in a gesture of apology. "Calm down Jake; it can't be helped," she answered. "Besides, he came here peacefully."

"He has a message to deliver," Edward stated softly. "And it's one we all need to hear."

Renesmee, quiet behind Jacob, placed her hand on his arm. At her silent message, Jacob tried to calm himself. "All right," he muttered darkly. "Let's hear it."

Marcus, face expressionless and red eyes unfathomable, began to speak, voice cracked from disuse. "My brothers and I feel it is time for this family to leave," he whispered hoarsely. "You have settled here for too long and, with the child, the situation grows ever more delicate."

The room fell silent for a moment, the only sounds coming from two sets of lungs, laboring to stay calm. Finally it was Bella who spoke, golden eyes filling with agony. "Leave Forks?" she inquired in a soft whisper. "But, this is our home!"

Marcus, however, remained silent, attention now seemingly focused on the forest outside. But Jacob was hardly concerned with the old vampire's opinions. Instead, his gaze fell upon Edward. And the thoughtful look on his pale, pale face.

Not for the first time, Jacob wished he could hear what Edward was thinking. It would make things a whole lot easier. And let him at least know what sort of plan to take. Because, at the moment, he agreed wholeheartedly with the Volturi vampire. Renesmee needed to leave Forks. What would happen if someone spotted her, the teenager who looked so much like a mixture between Bella and Edward? Or if someone noticed that Bella and Edward, four years out of high school, looked the same as they did on graduation?

If they should be discovered, it would not be long before people turned violent. And, once the damning secret of the vampires was exposed, the Volturi would stop at nothing to contain it. But, the vampires were not Jacob's only concerns. No, his concerns were for his brothers, his friends--the other werewolves he loved and respected like family. What would happen to them? No, it was best, for everyone involved, if the Cullens left. And, at the suddenly speculative look on Edward's face, Jacob guessed the vampire thought so too.

"Bella, love," Edward said softly, turning to his wife. "It's getting too dangerous for us here, you know that."

Bella frowned, shaking her head. "But what about Charlie? And…" she trailed off, eyes going first from Renesmee and then towards Jacob. "We can't leave! What about Jacob and his pack?"

"Bells," Jacob sounded, stepping closer. "You know I can't leave Nessie. And, no matter where I go, I'm going to have those crazy Clearwaters following me." He flashed her a grin. "It'll be fine; we'll move up to Canada or something. Or Alaska."

"But--"

"Mom, they're right. We should leave," Renesmee chimed in. With a sigh, she glanced out the window. "Everything is so beautiful here, but I want to see other places, too." She turned her dark eyes onto Bella. "I don't want to stay in Forks forever."

Finally, Bella dropped her shoulders in defeat. She could hardly deny Renesmee anything, or Edward, for that matter. And with Jacob working in synchronization with both, Bella's defenses were weak. "I…it will just be hard to leave Forks after everything that's happened here," she managed.

Edward crossed the room and pulled Bella close. "Don't worry; we'll have our family."

"Yeah," Bella whispered.

Suddenly, Edward stiffened. He turned his head sharply towards Marcus. "This is not the only reason you were sent, is it?"

Marcus looked back at Edward for a moment and then confessed, "Aro requested I examine the connection between the child and the shape shifter."

"And?" Edward prompted, expression darkening at Marcus' monotone words.

"If the connection proves interesting, I am to extend an invitation to the two."

Bella gasped loudly, the sound odd in the quiet room. "How dare you request such a thing. Does Aro really believe I will allow my daughter to go to Volturra?"

Marcus said nothing, merely returned to gazing apathetically out of the window.

Renesmee moved around Jacob and crossed the room to place a comforting hand on Bella's arm. "If going there is something I have to do, then I will," she said quietly, showing her unbelievable maturity. Another Bella aspect shining through.

"And she won't be going alone, Bells," Jacob chimed in. "I might not like it, but we can make it a Cullen field-trip or something, if we have to."

Once again out-maneuvered, Bella subsided, though the determined look on her face suggested she would not give up. Since the incident four years ago, she had not forgiven the Volturi--nor given up her mistrust of them. She would not allow Renesmee into their city alone.

Jacob looked at Renesmee, his heart constricting. He did not like the thought of allowing her to go into any kind of danger, but she was right. The Volturi's "invitation" was most likely a command. And it was better to go into their city with someone to protect her.

A wolfish grin spread over Jacob's face, quickly mirrored by Edward. Wasn't one of the Volturi afraid of werewolves?

well, i hope you liked what you read; and i hope there were not too many mistakes. well, please review (even if you hated it!). your opinion is much valued.

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