AN- I don't own any of this stuff; this is strictly for nonprofit viewing enjoyment….Stephanie Meyers owns ALL of the main characters…yadda yadda…
Renesemee's POV
My name is Renesemee Carlie Cullen; I'm a rare species of a hybrid vampire; half human, half vampire. My mother had conceived and given birth to me while she was still human. My birth had changed our whole world in what seemed to be just one day. Almost all vampire covens from all over the world had changed their views on children born like myself; the wolves from the Quileutes have accepted me; only because I had been imprinted by Jacob, the true Alpha of the pack. Jacob had been my best friend my whole life; it's almost as if he had graduated from babysitter that a youngster seemed to have overrun, to my partner in crime to irritate my father.
It's strange because so many infants don't remember anything as they grow…but I actually remember every little thing from the moment I had emerged from my mother, up until present. Six years has passed since I was born; but I had grown at such a fast rate that I actually look to be almost a full grown teenage girl, with the brain of a 30 year old woman.
My birthday was coming up; I will have grown into a full grown hybrid, according to Nahuel. As I got out of bed, I stumbled towards the mirror, staring at myself. My brown black hair was ruffled and messy from sleep; my pajamas would need to be replaced…..again. I turned to look at myself from the side, sucking in my stomach, staring at the obvious….my chest. I could have sworn I may have grown another cup size or two. I released my breath, letting my stomach relax, as I stretched my back, and stretched my arms up into the air. I frowned as I heard a slight snap; I let my arms drop to the sides, and noticed a strap of my camisole top had snapped. I fiddled with it for a moment, but finally gave up, making the decision to hurry and jump into the shower, and finally change my clothes.
I hurriedly jumped in and out of the shower, waking myself up, changing quickly into a new pair of jeans and a loose blue shirt. I shoved my feet into a pair of comfortable flats, courtesy of my Aunt Alice, who insisted I use them for when I want to hunt, saying they would make me light on my feet. But I just thought they were too comfortable to pass up. I could hear my parents in the front room; my father playing on his piano, his lullaby for my mother. I smiled to myself; almost eight years, and they are still acting as if they had just seen each other and fallen in love for the first time. I opened my room door, and walked out towards the kitchen, "Good morning!" I chirped as I walked by them.
The kitchen was my favorite room in the house; my parents constantly kept the refrigerator stocked, in case I felt too lazy to hunt and wanted to cook a meal for myself. Surprisingly, my father would also allow Jacob over every night for dinner; of course most of the time Jacob preferred to hunt. I remember when I was younger; and my father actually called Jacob his brother; his son. Occasionally I remind my father of that moment when his natural urge of over protectiveness decides to kick in.
The melody on the piano abruptly stopped, and my father looked up and smiled at me. He and my mother continued to look impossibly young; they needed heavenly wings on their backs; not fangs in their mouths. "How did you sleep, Nessie?" My mother asked me.
I shrugged as I began to work on an omelet, "Alright, I suppose. I can't seem to stay asleep though." My eyes looked up quickly at my father; I knew he would try and probe my thoughts, but I kept my reason hidden rather well.
I kept having nightmares of the Volturi; not all of them, just one in particular. Caius; the one who was bent on destroying my family so eagerly at my expense; starting with me, first. But, they were chased away with the standoff that they were presented with at the time. Jacob was supposed to run with me at that point. I shook my head, continuing on my omelet. "What could be keeping you up, Nessie?" My father's voice broke my concentration.
I looked up and met his gaze; he had already moved from the piano to the breakfast bar in front of the stove. I stared at him so intently, keeping the fears hidden from him, that he looked down at my omelet, pointing at it, "You're ruining your omelet there,"
I stopped, and looked at my mess of eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, and jalapenos and sighed. "Oh well, Jacob should be here any minute, so he can have this."
As if on queue, the door opened, and in walked my best friend, Jacob. "Hey everyone!" He smiled.
My almost jumped out of my chest; I had to hurry and calm it down before everyone in the room could hear the difference. My mother had a smile on her face, as she glanced at me, and then to Jacob, "Good morning, Jake! Have you eaten yet?"
"You read my mind, Nessie! I'm starving!" Jacob grinned, walking towards me at the stove.
I hurriedly pushed the eggs onto a plate for him, and he grabbed for the ketchup, and doused the mess with the red condiment. "You know, that just completely ruins what I made for you," I snapped to him.
"Actually, that wasn't for you in the first place, Jacob," My father slightly grinned. He then surprised me by saying one more thing before returning to my mother's side at the piano, "Don't worry, my darling Renesemee. None of them will come back,"
I stared after him, gulping. I wanted to believe him. Jacob shoved a forkful of food into his mouth, as he stood next to me with the plate in his hand. He looked down at me, "Who is he talking about?" He asked after swallowing the food in his mouth.
AN – Please, review; just go easy on me! This is my first Twilight Based fanfic!
