Authors Note: If you haven't read Breaking Dawn yet, you ought not read this fiction. IT'S A CERTAIN SPOILER! Other wise, I really hope you enjoy what I have to say. This is my first fan fiction in a long time, and my first attempt at my current favorite series, Twilight! Please, let me know what you think and feel free to critique! I really appreciate the input!
Disclaimer: I can only dream that I own any part of this, but all the credit goes to the one and only, Stephenie Meyer.
Now, on with my tale.
Summary: Nessie has always known Jacob was special to her, but as her seventh birthday grows nearer, she's finding the truth behind her feelings for him, and discovering a love that's been waiting for her since the day she was born. From their blossoming romance, to their family's reactions.
Moonlit Eternity
Chapter 1: Home is Where the Heart Is
Standing by my window looking out at the night sky, I always felt it was good to be home.
Forks would always be home to me. A beautiful place where I was surrounded by the people I loved.
All my aunts and uncles stayed at the main house in between their travels. The whole family centered around their "parents" Carlisle and Esme, who remained known residents of Forks. That is, until they would have to relocate due to their never aging faces. My Aunt Alice was always eagerly awaiting the next reason for celebration, taking me on shopping sprees and planning ridiculously elaborate parties and holidays. Aunt Rosalie usually followed suit, doting on me and spoiling me rotten. I was the daughter she could never have, she would tell me over again, as she spent hours on end playing with my waist length curls. My Uncle Jasper was a gift to our family, spreading the most peaceful aura through everyone, even during one of Aunt Alice's planning sessions. And Uncle Emmet's crazy antics always made me smile. I was terribly afraid of the plans I'd overheard him discussing for my birthday cake this year.
Then there were my parents. They'd delayed their studies at Dartmouth for the time being. They said that they had all of eternity to study, but they could only enjoy my childhood, while I was a child.
Sometimes I was puzzled by the sadness in my mothers voice when she spoke of my growing up. Did she really believe I would leave her behind when I was grown, that I could forget the sacrifices she'd made for me? It only made me adore her all the more, to know I meant so much to her that she already dreaded the though of losing me. I spent countless hours in my mothers arms, showing her my favorite memories of us together, displaying my unending love for her. I wanted her to know that she would always be a part of me, and that I would always be with her.
And watching my parents together was one of my greatest joys. Their affection toward each other made the meaning of true love clear as a bell. You could feel it in the air around them; see it in my father's adoring smile; hear it in my mother's laughter. They shared a bond that was unbreakable, a bond that none could deny was anything less than fate.
Their love for each other was a love I hoped to have for my own. A love I wanted to share with someone who could complete me. A love I had been destined to have before I was born.
I had loved Jacob Black from my mother's womb. His voice was one of my first memories. It was separate from the others melodic voices I'd heard tinkling busily around my mother. His voice was less musical, it was a rough, huskier sound that begged for my attention. And the first time I saw his face was perfectly clear. Somehow, behind the mix of desperate emotions as he watched my father fighting to save my mother, I found him beautiful in that moment. Even now, I could still feel that first adoring kiss he had laid on my forehead when I was just a baby.
I spent every day of my life adoring Jacob. He was my best friend, my companion, my protector. The world was at peace when I could feel his presence. It filled me with so much joy to share my colorful memories with him, especially of the two of us together. The lush green of the forest as we ran. The way the rain fell on us as I clung to his rust colored fur, running as fast as he could to shelter me from the storm. The tinkling laughter that followed as he shook himself dry on the porch steps. I would show him memories of us warming together by the fire. I wanted him to know the safe feeling I had when I curled up on his large lap to rest. I would reminisce with him over his sweet smile in those moments, looking down at me. That smile had always brought a blush to my cheeks. Maybe even more so now than then.
I had always loved Jacob. My Jacob. But now, it seemed that my feelings for Jacob had taken a turn. The love I had for him had grown to be much more than that of a brother.
And as my seventh birthday grew closer, I'd begun dreaming about him.
I could picture us together in the forest lying comfortably in the soft moss by the river. In my dreams I felt the warmth radiating from his body, pulling me closer to him like a magnet as his soft warm skin touched mine. I could feel the chills rolling down my spine as I watched him sit up, holding my hand and pulling me up with him. I could feel my heart rate going wild, my breathing growing uneven, as my eyes met his, smoldering with some unknown passion. He touched my face so gently, cupping my cheek in his hand, pulling me closer…
Then I would be ripped from my dream world and back to the reality of my empty room. I would lie awake, staring wistfully through my bedroom window at the moon. I would listen intently for a comforting howl to float along with the wind. Listening to be sure my Jacob wasn't a dream, and that he'd be waiting for me in the morning.
I'd woken from that dream countless times before tonight. In one week, I would be seven years old by human standards, and supposedly my rapid growth would end. I was almost to the point of maturity I would remain at physically for all of eternity, and I needed my mother's advice.
Authors Note: Sorry for such a short chapter, it's really just an introduction to the story. Just to help you all out, I won't write the whole story from Renesmee's POV. And the story won't just be about the relationship between her and Jacob. And it won't all be so serious, either. This is just getting a strong intro out to set up the story. I hope you liked it, and if you aren't to crazy about it yet, please give the second chapter a chance. I really haven't gotten into the thick of the story yet!
Please review, knowing what you all think will help me get the next chapter up! I'd love to hear any ideas you all have for later on in the story!
-Ali Kat