New story. I know I really don't need one, but here it goes.
The Rise of Renesmee
My name is Renesmee, and I am asking you not to close this page. Don't go back and check out another 'fic', or check your Facebook. Listen to me, because I have something important to say. A year ago, I would be hiding in the nearest corner, doing anything but putting myself out there. The only reason I am doing this now is because my world is your world. A long time ago, well more like five or six years ago, your world and my father's world were two totally different places, until he met my mom. They had this whole Romeo and Juliet thing going on, only they didn't die. Instead of dying, they had a kid (well my mom died but I don't think that counts). My mom was (before I was born) a human and my father was/is a vampire. My mom was kind of crazy, huh? I am half of my mom and half of my dad, aka half-vampire and half-human.
The rulers of the vampire world (the Volturi) never liked me very much. They came to scope us out when I was only a few months old and left without much of a problem, or at least that's where mom left you off at. A few months later they came back, they took me, and they never gave me back. I never saw my family again and had supposedly lost my memory. Aro had one of his guards with a special power wipe my memory, but thanks to a little gift from my mom I was able to trick him. You see, the gift I was born with was letting people into my mind. After time and some trial and error, we found I could block things too, not as well as my mom, but it was there. The ability to read minds came and went, so I never really mastered it.
After Aro was sufficiently convinced that I remembered nothing, he adopted me out to some humans. Of course, Aro had connections to them, so they weren't very nice. Johnny and Mab were both people I wish I'd never met. I went to live with them when I was two (physically six-ish). They hated me, but they loved the money and things they got for allowing me to live with them. Now, when our story starts, I am one day away from being six years old (physically 15 or 16-ish) and tomorrow the Volturi were coming to take me back and train me. Truth is, I could totally screw everything up with one wrong move. When they tell me who I am, I have to be surprised, which explains why I was making surprised faces in the mirror when Johnny busted in to tell me to "get my dumb ass in bed". Going to the Volturi can only end in one of two options: I die or I trick them long enough to find my family and get away. Something tells me the first one is more likely.
Well, wish me luck.
Renesmee C.C.
So what did you guys think? I know it's short, but it's a prologue. Um, some things may not make sense but they will later. If you don't get something, just let me know and I'd love to elaborate. In other news, something about the way I wrote this reminded me of the Maximum Ride series, like the writing style (especially the first draft I had). Anyway, review! It only takes a second, and its completely risk free! ;D