AN: Changes-Bella and Renée had/have a close relationship and Bella's not with the Cullens. Really want Bella changing Renée. So she'll go all mama vamp on Bells. I think it'd be cute. Pairings are up in the air. I only do femslash so if you have any suggestions for both Bella and Renee's partners feel free to leave them.


Where does one go when they have nowhere else? When time is unlimited and the entire world has all but turned its back on you. When everyone sees you as something to destroy, something to fear, something to control. Truthfully, however, you feel not unlike the poor lowly spider caught in the corner of a bathroom. A unique yet misunderstood creature who's fate was sealed merely due to its looks and everybody else's irrational fear. In reality, you know that the world has every right to be terrified of you; for you are a predator one that was designed to perfection to kill the most dangerous creature of them all without mercy or cause.

But like all addicts, you reasoned with yourself and tried to make it.

The blood tasted sweet on your lips as it washed over your palate and slid pleasantly down your throat, warming and tingling your insides like your very first glass of champagne. And oh God, the feeling that it brought was unlike anything any high or pint of alcohol ever did. Yet afterward just like any conclusion of all sinful acts the wonderful ecstasy from before was gone, washed away and replaced by an overwhelming feeling of guilt.

Did they have a family? One who loved them, cared for them, and were now worried about them? Would they be mourned? Or did you do the right thing and put a loveless, lonely creature out of its misery? Questions so many questions, most of which you'd rather eat a full course home cooked meal than hear the answers to.

Yes, the guilt was ruthless and always there. Of course, you knew it would be, had heard countless times from them. But you could deal with it, far better than breaking the neck of an innocent creature such as a doe or bear, what you could not deal with and what nobody else warned you about was the sheer loneliness of this life.

One could not make friends or even acquaintances with their dinner. A lion does not, could not, lay down with a lamb just as a lamb could/did not coo and pet grass. Humans, on the other hand, were an oddity. They hugged cows, petted chickens, yet slaughtered them without mercy without care for their meat.

And they have the absolute gall to call animals beasts. You always snort at that thought. Amused by the hypocrisy of it all.

You weren't a human or an animal for that matter you were an entirely different species. One of which had all the appearances of a human but was driven by instincts like an animal.

In other words, humans were your fat juicy steak. Seeing and being around them literally made your stomach growl.

Others of your kind, well, that didn't work out too great. Vampires were like most big cats. Solitary for the most part and so very territory that meeting usually ended in someone being decapitated. And though you loathe this life you are not willing to go into death's embrace just yet.

It comes to you in the middle of the night while laying in an open meadow and feigning sleep. Who is the one person, the one being on this earth, who would not judge you no matter what or who you are(or have become)? The one being who would gladly take you any which way they could have you.

Renée

The name whispered from the past causes your eyes to snap open. A vision of a woman with your ivory skin, dark hair and eyes come to mind. Renee, your mother, your human dam. Longing surged through you and the beast inside of you whimpered.

If there was any human you could be around it would be her.

Mind made up you sped off into the darkness, following the age-old call that only occurs between dam and babe.


Perched motionless astride a thick oak limb, Bella stared at the modestly built home, blinking not once nor even breathing as she listened carefully to the occupants inside; their heartbeats steady and voices a low mummer she could just make out what they were saying due to the summer wind rushing past her sensitive ears. She didn't know what drove her here. Maybe it was the loneliness or the instinctual need to be close to. Whatever the cause it was too late to back out now.

"I'm about to leave, Renée." A man's voice called out followed by the telltale sound of a jacket being shucked on and zipped up.

The soft pad of footsteps walked closer to the male occupying the living room. "Alright, but be careful."

If Bella's heart still beat it would have skipped one at the familiar sound of her mother's voice. It'd been five long years since she'd heard it and God how she missed it. She whined pitifully and felt venom well up in her eyes. Ever since her father died due to a traffic stop went terribly wrong she'd been anxious to see her mother again. of course she couldn't due to the location where the woman lives. But last year a miracle happened her Renée and Phil decided to move.

Exactly where they decided to move made her eyebrows rise at the time. Mississippi of all places. It was the very last state she'd think anyone would want to move to, but from what she vaguely remembered from her human life was where Phil supposedly had relatives.

When she first entered the state, Bella much like everyone else expected to see rednecks and racism everywhere but was pleasantly surprised when she encountered humans of all colors interacting peacefully and even friendly. She should have known not to listen to the media.

A couple of seconds later, she watched the front door swing open and Phil walked out. He'd aged very little over the few years yet there was something in his stride that only experience could bring. Bella watched him make a beeline to a newish model maroon pick-up truck and wondered briefly where he was headed until she happened to notice the name of a local correctional facility written across the back of his zip up. Guess the baseball career fell through, she thought still keeping her eyes locked onto human as he drove away into the night.

Once she was sure he was gone, however, Bella turned her attention back to the main objective-her mother. She listened closely as the soft pad of dainty feet wandered through the house stopping here and there as she did the odd thing.

She entered through the living room window with ease only to frown as she did so. This was too easy, far too easy, what if she'd been a burglar or rapist, her mother could have been dead or worse. Bella worried a bit until a familiar yet new scent caught her attention. A combination of hedge tree flowers, cut grass, and a light hint of floral perfume caressed her senses reminding Bella of warm summer days and simpler times. She sighed blissfully as the beast inside her purred in contentment. Both recognized the scent of their human dam immediately and it was as if Bella was hit by a mild tranquilizer. Thank God, she'd set a lighter to herself if her throat even so much as tingled with hunger.

Death would be better than dealing with the agony of killing your mother for a snack.

The house was black as pitch but to her keen sense of vision, the place seemed aglow with a light bluish luminescence. She scanned the area, noting that it had no real theme just blends of what was thought would look good. Bella smiled, this place just screamed Renée.

Her mother was never one for decorating. Just picked up whatever she deemed cute(or cheap) and sat it down somewhere randomly. It was childish, yes, but somehow the woman got it to work. A little doo-dad here, a little wat-not there all matching but not. It all oddly fit together.

Shaking her head, Bella turned her attention back to Renée's scent and began to follow it through the house until she came to a slightly cracked bedroom door. Bella smiled a tiny smile at the familiar quirk. Her mother always, as far back as she could remember kept her door open. Something to do with house fires or something along them lines. She pushed it open carefully and inhaled sharply as the form of her mother came into view.

Curled onto her side underneath a thick duvet, Renée slept onward blissfully unaware of her long-dead daughter's presence. Her chest slowly rising and falling as light little snores sounded from her nose, she lies there with the covers pulled up to her chin no doubt dreaming the odd dream.

To say Bella was mesmerized was an understatement. It'd felt like ages since she'd last slept and to be honest she missed it more than eating. Well, at least the dreaming part of it.

She needlessly tiptoed over to the bedside where she stared down at the woman for a few seconds longer before finally kneeling down at the bedside. Unable to help herself, Bella leaned forward and propped her chin on her mother's pillow where she took the time to drink everything in. Renée hadn't really changed all that much in the past few years just a few wrinkles here and there. Honestly, she looked pretty good for her age, which wasn't all those surprising good genes and healthcare products made the women on her maternal side keep their looks longer than most. She smiled and carefully oh so carefully reached over and brushed a few unruly strings of hair out of her mother's face.

But despite her tenderness, Bella had forgotten the most important thing about Renée. The woman was a light sleeper. Any touch or sound usually jolted her awake.

And the action must have been done a little too firmly or just too whatever because eyelids suddenly began to flutter a few times until they finally snapped opened to reveal two blurry orbs so much like her own used to be. Renée blinked lazily before focusing on the girl merely inches away from her face then "Ahhh!"

Ouch! Bella jolted backward and quickly covered her sensitive ears. Talk about a clichéd movie scream.

Renée frantically scrambled off the bed and made a beeline toward the exit.

Crimson eyes stared blankly at the entryway for a second or three until Bella's brain finally caught up to what had just happened. Well, fudge. So much for happy reunions.

"Mom!" Bella jumped to her feet and rushed after the fleeing woman, making sure to use human speed as to not frighten her mother. "Mom, wait!"

The vampiress easily caught up to her and wrapped her in a tight hug from behind hanging on tightly as the woman thrashed in a fruitless attempt to escape.

"Letmego! Help! Somebody please hel-" Renée tried to scream only to be cut off by an icy cold hand.

"Shh, shh, calm down." A ghost of a breath hit her ear. "It's me 'Bella'."

At the sound of voice combined with her name, Renée froze immediately.

A couple of heartbeats.

"Bella?" She breathed no doubt wanting to hear her voice again.

"Yeah," It answered back and the arms around her middle slackened before falling away. Renée slowly pivoted. Eyes wide as a startled doe she stared at Bella for a few agonizing seconds. "Bella,"

An awkward little wave. "Hi, Mom."

Thump.

Bella peered down at the prone body of her mother splayed out across the floor and groaned at her own stupidity. The woman thought you were dead for five years and then you suddenly show up here in the middle of the night, watching her sleep and practically tackling her. Way to go there, Swan. She reached down, gently scooped Renée in her arms.

Maybe round two will be better.

TBC...