Full Cycle

by AmyLouisePalmer

This is a Novella set after breaking dawn in the point of view of Renesmee. I hope you all like it : howeveer it is unfinished. I like to build it chapter by chapter. Renesmee has now fully matured and is face with the pressure of being immortal. Her life would seem simple to most but she is faced with tragic situations and bad consequences.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter one: Forever

Blood covered over her skeletal face that swarmed the room with a smell I couldn't even comprehend. Her eyes were empty, lifeless. I felt my heart sink; I have stayed with her for what seemed forever, even though it was hell. Dragging her down and draining her of life unintentionally. These are the memories I face every day, the haunting feeling as I was passed over and taken away from a horrible scene, stressing over what was happening and knowing something was wrong. How could a new born even understand the raw emotion of this tragedy, well that's it I guess. I'm definitely not a child, not a normal one anyway. I think anyone could see that if they were around me long enough. One reason could be because I drink blood to survive, but the main reason is because I age much faster than the normal child and now at the age of seven I am in the body, mentality and overall maturity of a seventeen year old and have stopped ageing at all. All this is down to my DNA, crossing the human and vampire genetics to create a hybrid.

This to anyone would sound like a dream, being immortal and strong but like anything it definitely has its draw backs. Humans would see a group of teenagers hanging out together when in reality they are my parents. Even my grandparents look too young to be parents to me. Sometimes I wish for a normal life. One where I don't have to be extra careful when around humans or fragile objects. One where I can be whatever I want to be. Most of all one where I don't feel constantly watched.

I still remember the cold touch of Aro's hand as I showed him the state my poor mother was in and the cruel look of pleasure on his face when I showed him the sight of the blood. I still feel his gaze on me and know this war is not yet over. I have been told many times that when the Volturi want something they get it, and it just so happens to be my mother, father, aunt and myself that they want.

It's relaxing up here where I am. I love to climb and be in the trees, to feel the air brushing my cheeks with the birds cheeping. I drift off into a dream like world and listen to the sounds of nature.

"Nessie!" A voice that broke my concentration yelled and of course I know who it is. After all only one person calls me that.