Hello. To those of you who know me from Twilight, I promise I am not abandoning either of my other stories. Inspiration just struck…as it sometimes does when you're busy with a million other things. I love the Need series, by Carrie Jones, and I really wanted to read some good fanfiction for it, but there are only about 35 stories total…so I thought I'd try a crossover. This is my first crossover, so I hope you enjoy
Renesmee
Pixie Tip: Pixies often appear human. This is called a glamour...don't let that fool you, or it could be the last mistake you ever make.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, making sure I hadn't missed any calls. Out of all the girls in my freshman class, I was one of the few with a cellphone. Then again, this town was so small, most of us lived within walking distance to school. Still, I was the only hybrid vampire, and probably the only one had to worry about things like werewolves and other vampires and other supernatural threats. Probably also the only one that occasionally felt the urge to drink my classmates. Still I had it a lot easier than the rest of my family, as I could eat human food with no problem…not that I particularly enjoyed most of it, especially cafeteria food.
Both Jasper and Emmett had offered to give me a ride home from school, but I preferred walking. The sunlight gave my skin a faint glow, but nothing like theirs, and so I could still go to school on sunny days. They were all in college at the moment, leaving me alone at high school, something I insisted I didn't mind, although I didn't tell anyone how strange it felt to go to school with your parents and aunts and uncles…and pretending to be their younger sister. Of course, our family was a bit strange anyway, but when I was alone in high school, I could blend in, make friends….pretend to be a normal thirteen year old…even though I was actually only about four.
That was another point of contention with me. Why did I age so quickly? And when I reached seventeen…I sighed, adjusting the messenger bag full of books I carried. It was hardly something to complain about. The rest of my family was all frozen at their current age, even though they were all really old, except Mom. Still, it was weird. I would never get old…which wasn't that big a deal. Hopefully I could pass for older one day...I did eventually want to graduate from college and get a job. My family often moved around, going to different high schools, but I hoped to skip that family tradition. It wasn't really that great the first time around.
My phone vibrated in my hand, and I glanced down at the screen, reading the text message from Jacob. Be careful walking home. I sighed a little, smiling. Everyone in my family was ridiculously overprotective. I started to text him back when I heard a strange, muffled noise. Glancing up, I paused, and after a moment, I returned my phone to my pocket.
"Mph! Mmm." I lifted an eyebrow, stepping off the path and into the forest. It sounded like someone had tape over their mouth or something. "Mph!" I moved more quickly, jogging through the forest for a moment, then freezing when I found myself in a small clearing.
The girl was tied to a tree with what looked to be barbed wire, and I stared at her from the forest, my jaw hanging open. She reeked of blood….well, sort of. It wasn't like any blood I'd ever smelled, but was closer to mine than it was to an animal's…or Jacob. She was shaking, her head drooping as she seemed to be doing everything she could just to hold herself up. A piece of duct tape was covering her mouth, and it looked like her stomach had been ripped open, there was so much blood dripping from her body. 'She can't be human.' I took a hesitant step toward the girl…thing…whatever she was. She was in pain…I had to help her. I couldn't just let her die alone, tied to a tree.
Getting closer, I realized I could smell a wolf in the area…not Jacob. I hadn't known there were others around. I tensed. Our first month in New Hampshire and already we'd found new enemies. Well, maybe they weren't our enemies. Maybe Grandpa would talk to them, like he had Jacob's family. I glanced around, my hand touching my pocket, wondering why Alice hadn't seen this.
The girl looked up at me, her eyes widening, and made a desperate, muffled noise to get my attention. I moved closer, taking my hand off my pocket and holding it up beside my other one. "I…I don't know what you are, but I'm going to help, okay?" I told her in a quiet, soothing voice like I was talking to a wounded animal. She wasn't a shapeshifter, that was for sure, and she wasn't a vampire like us. As I stood only a foot away from her, I realized it smelled like she was burning, and looking down at her arms, I realized her skin was red and singed, painful blisters appearing around the wire that held her. "I'm going to pull the tape off." I told her quietly, and when she only stared at me, her brown eyes dull with pain. As quickly as I could, I ripped the tape off, flinching when she did. "Are…are you okay? I mean…of course you're not…I'm sorry…here." I reached out, gripping the barbed wire where it dug into her, pulling carefully at the knot, and she groaned, mumbling something under her breath that sounded like 'freaking irony.' I was glad for my extra hard skin when the barbs tried to scratch at me, but the knot was surprisingly tight, and I wondered if I would just be able to break the wire.
The woman finally seemed to look up at me, her eyes focusing as I worked at the knot. "Thank you." She mumbled, suppressing another moan of pain, and I tried to smile despite the heavy scent of her strange blood, alerting me to the seriousness of her situation.
"I'm going to call my grandfather, okay? He's a doctor. He'll help you. Just let me get you free first." Her eyes widened in horror and she shook her head.
"No…I can't go to a hospital…they…"
"Won't know what you are?" I smiled a bit when her eyes widened. "Won't know how to treat you?" She sniffed subtly, her eyes narrowing.
"What are you?" She whispered, her eyes darting to the side.
"I could ask you the same thing." I told her casually, still freeing her, and finally the knot came loose. I pulled the barbed wire away as quickly as I could, hurrying to catch her when she collapsed, her body slumping against me. She groaned in pain once more, her breath catching as her legs gave out, and I eased her to the ground, touching her face gently. Tears formed in her eyes and dripped from the corners as she shuddered, one hand moving to protect her stomach. "My grandfather won't hurt you…he's a doctor, okay. We won't hurt you." I promised softly. She seemed too exhausted to answer as she lay on the forest floor, her body shaking, and I pulled my new coat off, pressing it against her stomach and ignoring her soft cry of pain.
She didn't answer me, so I pulled out my cellphone, holding it against my ear as soon as I pressed the speed dial, waiting anxiously for my grandfather to pick up. "Hello, Renesmee." He greeted me, sounding a little worried. I should have been home already, I realized.
"Grandpa, you've got to come. There's a girl in the forest…I….oh!" I jerked back as the girl changed in front of me, her skin darkening and changing until it was varying shades of deep blue, and her nails turned sharp. When she gasped, I realized her mouth was now full of pointed teeth.
"Renesmee! Are you okay?" He sounded panicked now, and I took a deep breath.
"I don't know what she is, but she's hurt…please…."
"I'm on my way. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I assured him, pressing the coat to the blue creature's stomach. "Her stomach…it's like something bit her. She's bleeding a lot…I'm trying to put pressure on it."
I could smell him now as he approached, his voice coming to me calmly over the phone. "Good. Just keep pressure on it. Does she have any other serious wounds?" He spoke calmly, the professional doctor voice soothing me as the girl bled onto my hands. Thankfully her blood was too far from human to smell appetizing.
"It looks like she was burned….her arms where she was tied…she was tied to a tree with barbed wire." The words were appalled and I heard him take a deep breath. His scent grew closer and closer, and I looked up from the blue creature's side as he appeared, dropping his phone and crouching beside me, his hands replacing mine on her stomach. The creature's eyes were closed, and her breathing was more labored as she trembled. He looked grimly at the creature for a long moment, two fingers going to her neck, then glanced over at me.
"Go back to the house, Renesmee." He ordered me quietly, his voice not to be argued with although I dearly wanted to. "Get hot water, blankets, towels…try and find her some new clothes. I'm going to need some help when I get her back, so be ready." He took a deep breath. "Although she smells so unlike humans…I doubt we'll need to get Emmett or Jasper out of the house." He grimaced, then gestured toward the house with his head, and I stood, looking back at the woman one last time before breaking into a run. "It's going to be okay." I heard him murmur to the girl as I hurried to our house.
My uncles were sitting on the sofa when I raced through the door, and my uncle Jasper seemed to take in my emotions with surprise, turning away from the TV. "What's wrong, Ness?" He wondered, standing as I dropped the bag that hung over my shoulder and raced into the kitchen, running hot water and filling a large bowl almost to the brim. When I glanced back, they were both standing in the kitchen doorway, the TV forgotten. Everyone else had gone hunting, and weren't due back for another day or two, but for some reason, the two had decided to remain home with Carlisle.
"Nessie?" Emmett touched my shoulder when I placed the second bowl full of hot water onto the counter, hoping that would be enough for a start. I turned back to him, noticing that he was sniffing the air with some confusion.
I realized I was shaking a little, and I took a deep breath, telling myself firmly to calm down. Grandpa Carlisle would take care of her, and she would be fine…whatever she was. And whatever had hurt her…well we were probably not going to be threatened by it. "I found something in the woods…a…girl?" Jasper lifted an eyebrow at my tone, and I shrugged. "She's hurt really badly. Grandpa Carlisle is bringing her back." Emmett nodded then, and Jasper turned serious.
"We should go." I shook my head, reaching out and catching he wrist when he started to turn. I was surprised they hadn't smelled her blood on me, but the scent was so unique…then again, maybe they just hadn't asked.
"She's not human. She's not a shapeshifter either…I don't know what she is…" Giving up on explaining, I held out my hands to them, palms up. I preferred to speak for myself now, and since Mom kept Dad out of all our minds most of the time with her shield, I never had to share my thoughts with anyone else. But occasionally, my gift did come in handy. Both of my uncles touched my palms, their eyes widening as I focused on the girl I'd found, the way she'd appeared normal, but then how she'd collapsed, her skin turning blue, the sharp teeth.
When the memory was over, I pulled away, halting the stream of memories that would be shared with them. Before they could ask anything else, I brushed past them, hurrying to find towels and blankets, and carrying them upstairs into his office. Jasper and Emmett were upstairs in a second, pushing furniture back and pulling a couch to the center of the room. I covered it with a white sheet and placed the water and towels on a table nearby, along with Grandpa's black bag and some blankets. It wasn't long before he entered the house, hurrying up to the room where we all waited, the blue creature unconscious in his arms.
"They left her tied to a tree?" Emmett nearly growled the sentence, looking disgusted, but Carlisle nodded while I stood back beside Jasper, his hand resting on my shoulder, flooding me with calm as he observed the girl warily.
"They intended for her to die…she's lost a lot of blood." He grimaced, carefully pulling up her shirt and pressing a towel to the deep wound there. "It looks like she was bitten…" I couldn't help shuddering as I glanced out the window, and Jasper growled softly, the sound a reassurance that we were protected here.
"What is she?" Emmett wondered softly, his arms crossed.
"I've never seen anything like her…but I've heard of creatures like this…pixies." Emmett lifted an eyebrow. "Myths mostly…or I though they were. Apparently they are repelled by iron…that much seems true. That's what caused these burns." The bleeding was slowing, and he dropped the red cloth on the table to get a new one. "Whoever tied her up knew that."
"What do you think did it?" I asked quietly from Jasper's side.
"I'm not sure…" He pulled out a sewing kit, placing two fingers against her throat once more and grimacing. "She's lost so much blood…but I can't give her a transfusion…or rather, it may do more harm than good if I don't know her blood type…or her species really. Nessie, hand me some of that cream for her burns in my bag, please." I did, pulling out the jar and opening it for him, then, as he directed, began to rub it over the blisters. Her skin was almost too hot. "I don't know if she is travelling with others of her kind…or if she's alone. If there were others, family or friends, then I could ask them…some of the myths I've heard claim that they travel alone and are dangerous to humans, but others say they travel in groups and are peaceful, blending in like we do."
He wiped at her face with a cloth, cleaning traces of blood there as he pulled out a bottle of alcohol, pouring it over a needle. "The only needles I have are made of steel…I'm not sure if that will cause a reaction in her or not, but I have to get this wound closed before she bleeds out. She's already lost so much…" He glanced over at Emmett, grimacing. "Can you hold her? In case she fights? I need her to stay still." My uncle nodded, his lips turned down as he stood in front of the girl's head, his hands firmly on her arms above where she'd been burned, and Jasper moved to hold her legs while I took her head.
"Keep her as still as possible. I'll be quick." He told us softly, and I fought a wave of nausea when the needle pierced her skin, the smell of burning flesh making all of us flinch. It was only a second later that she screamed.