Echoes of Eternity.

Chapter 1.

Renesmee:

I sat down early one morning with a box of stationary, to write to a friend. I've been bothered by obsessed stalker fans and pap. photographers. And I need someone to take care of matters around the house that Jacob can't. He's great and all, but he can't do everything. Someone great with electronics would be nice, so I wouldn't have to bother my father(Edward) about stuff that goes awry in that area. That's among the other concerns I'd like to address. Hopefully, I can also get in touch with an old friend, too, though my plans for getting back to "this friend" are unconventional.

Oh, well, I'm out to the mail box now, and dropping my letter into it, and waiting...

Camel:

This afternoon, among my magazines and worthless junk mail(credit card offers, etc), I found a letter, from of all places, Forks, Washington. I had an address from a familiar source-the Cullen family. I had met with Bella and Edward Cullen before their daughter, Renesmee(who prefers Nessie as her nickname), graduated from high school with honors. I knew Bella from her childhood and teenage years in Phoenix, and I knew Edward from going with Bella to Forks every summer, and I lived there for a while. And I have to say that Nessie also stopped me from trying to destroy the Volturi, though that wasn't really my intention, but that's not the point. Although the letter was received without an obvious signer, it became clear that it was Nessie's work. She was requesting me to visit Forks for a while, which is all well and fine-I have no commitments that are urgent, and I was meaning to ask her grandpa Carlisle about something, so what could be better than to meet the good Dr. Cullen in person.

So I hopped into my Audi A8 and set the controls, so to speak, for Forks.

Renesmee:

I've set up the designated meeting area for me and my friend. I've chose the field where the Volturi had tried to confront me and my family about 7 years ago. I'll be going alone to meet my friend, as I'm really starting to need him to help with my "issues". I got dressed in some of my more fashionable clothing, and got into my mother(Bella)'s Ferrari. We shall meet at twilight, the easiest time for the both of us. I parked the Ferrari on the outside of the field in a parking area, and waited. As I waited, I did my nails and hair, watched some videos on my IPhone, namely some Penn & Teller episodes and music videos, and slept(good thing that my mom's Ferrari has those paddle shifters in it-nothing like being stabbed in the back by the gear change lever).

I awoke, and I saw the clock on the dash-it said 7:00 pm. And I thought, "Oh, god! Another hour to kill. Oh well...". I sat up and twisted around in the driver's seat, adjusted the straps on my dress and put my shoes back on, and walked around, listening to some music, knowing that no one would bother me in the middle of no-where. When I got back to the car, my Converse tennis shoes came off again-I didn't want to soil and dirty the seats in my mom's Ferrari-I should've taken my Audi A3, with it's more durable upholstery on its seat-and I sat, with my knees tucked underneath my chin, counting down the minutes to our meeting.

Camel:

It was 8:00 pm, on an unusually bright and sunny day at Forks, and I parked my Audi at one end of the field. I was told on the phone by Bella that her daughter would be there at about that time. I wandered through the field towards a red splotch near the trees. As I approached, I started to hear something out of place, too-a heart beat. Then I heard "I've been mad for...", a lyric from the live versions of the song Speak to Me/Breathe, by Pink Floyd.

Then I recognized the red splash-Bella's Ferrari. At that moment, the door opened, and a slinky, lithe, beautiful young woman walked gracefully out-but it certainly wasn't Bella.

She had black, highlighted hair that was sort of wavy, and she was wearing a black corset(popular with Euro-metal/symphonic metal and rock fans), a black lace trimmed mini skirt, patterned black nylon tights, with, strangely enough(though again popular with European rock fans, and well as Kristen Stewart fans), black and white Converse tennis shoes, with her IPhone attached to one of her skirt waist . I then saw the chocolate brown eyes, and I realized it was Renesmee.

As I walked towards her, she extended a hand, that was quite striking in appearance, for the forearm length lace glove with the fingers cut off of it, the funky, hippie-esque jewelry, and the red nail polish that she had on her long fingernails. I took her hand into mine in greeting, and I peered into her eyes. Renesmee offered up a warm, beautiful smile as she welcomed me. "Haii, Camel. I'm so glad to be able to see you again". But I was looking into her alluring eyes, the happiness was still there, but it took on a serious, strained tone. She then turned around-my eyes were strangely drawn to her outfit, with the strings on her corset, the straps on it, and the red Y shaped straps on what appeared to be a sports bra or tank top-I didn't bother to ask. She then walked away, her lithe, graceful shape slowly walked away towards the near by cliff, and I followed her, until she turned around, her large, brown, almond shaped eyes peered at me with a new, deep emotion and thought. It was then I realized that this was no normal meeting...