Disclaimer: I, in no way shape or form, own Twilight or any of its characters. They All belong to Stephanie Meyer and you should know that by now. (If not, shame on you)
*The opening sequence is part of the song 'Once upon a December' from the FOX animated movie Anastasia
Summery: Renesmee's forgotten her past, and come to accept her present life, but the Cullen's and Jacob haven't forgotten her, and haven't given up on the search. Who stole Nessie away from her family, and why has she forgotten?
Info: I will use limited OC usage (except when needed), and never put the characters 'Out Of Character'. This is NOT an AU. They are all vampire (well the ones who are suppose to be are), and I will try my hardest to please you (the reader)
-SPOILER ALERT- If you have not read up to Breaking Dawn, do not read this story.
(More Authors Note after Story)
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Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
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-Forever will stay-
When I dream, I see visions of a past I don't remember. Like looking through a window that's been frosted over; I see and hear glimpses of what I once knew; a broken lullaby sung by a perfect voice, the smile of a man I don't remember meeting, the feeling of cold skin against mine. I remember these things and yet I remember nothing.
I don't know much about myself, what I am, who I was, what I will become. These things are a mystery to me. And as far as I can see, will remain.
But, I know who I am. I know what I believe in. And I know what I stand against.
I am me.
And forever will stay this way.
-Chapter one: (never) forgotten-
(USA east coast)
Dr. Sheppard, the teacher for eleventh and twelfth grade creative writing sat silently reading over the essays he had assigned a few weeks back. It was the beginning of winter break and he decided to get the grading out of the way before He went on vacation with his wife and youngest son.
"Oh god not another one" he mumble to himself as he took a new paper in hand reading the opening sentence. It wasn't that the student had anything grammatically incorrect, or had strayed from topic, but all of the papers seemed to be repeating the same things over and over.
"My first memory is my mother teaching me how to dance", "my first memory is of learning how to tie my shoes", "My first memory is my parent singing me a lullaby"
"Maybe I should let them choose their own topics." He murmured to himself as he wrote down a grade on the paper with a red ink pen.
The next paper in the stack didn't stand out. The title page didn't show any difference form the other twenty papers he had already graded, and the title was still the generic one he had assigned. But as he started to read the paper something became very clear to him.
This girl was different.
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By-Nezz Jenkins
Title-My first memory
My first memory is of realizing I couldn't remember.
I stood alone in the street, looking around at the scenery realizing none of it was familiar. 'where am I?' was my first thought. The road was empty, not a single life to reassure me I wasn't alone. I remember looking up to the autumn sky, seeing the clear stars and for some reason crying. 'Why was I crying?' It seemed all the thoughts I had were questions; 'what's happening?', 'who brought me here?', 'where do I belong?'. I had no answers though, no memory to comfort me, no vision of past events to confirm or deny what I feared. I was completely and utterly alone. It was only after the revelation the tears stopped. I realized it was useless. What was the point in crying if no one was there to comfort you? It was only me. Alone. Forgotten.
After that, all of my memories are crystal clear. Every word, every action, every thought captured in my mind for eternity. My guardian says it's my brains way of compensating for what I've lost. He says my conscious is so terrified of forgetting once again that it grabs on to every memory and never let's go. I don't know if there's any truth in his words, and to be honest, I don't care. I don't know what made me this way. I don't know why I'm in this situation. All I know is who I am now. The being I once was is a mystery to me, and I've come to accept that fact. We have to move on in our lives. Leave the past where it belongs, and continue walking forward. There's no use turning around, trying to decode hidden messages. We are here now. And that is what matters.
My amnesia of the past is a burden I've come to accept. Its part of who I am. What makes me 'me'. In some odd aspect I'm grateful for it. Without it I wouldn't be who I am today. I would be a much different being, one I can't even began to comprehend.
I write these things, and yet some contradictory part of me still wishes, still hopes, with more passion then I've ever felt for anything, that I could remember. I wish that I could have told you such things as; 'my mother taught me how to swim', or that 'my father use to sing me to sleep' But I can't. I have no memory of my life before. And I probably never will. As of now I only have my future and my present. But as time passes a new 'past' will emerge, and hopefully my mind will no longer desperately wish for what it no longer knows.
My first memories are an unimportant and yet defining part in my life. They've helped shape who I am and I couldn't imagine myself any differently. I suppose I could say my first memory is of my birth. For it was that moment, when I realized I couldn't remember, that my life began. And isn't that what birth is? The beginning of who you are. I can't remember my parents, my family, my friends or my care givers, but that doesn't matter any more. I am a new person; with a separate birth, and a separate life.
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(USA west coast)
Six Years. . .
Six years of not knowing.
Six years of waiting, searching, longing, and hoping.
Six long intolerable years since she disappeared. My daughter. My Renesmee.
"Bella" I heard Edward say in a soft voice from across the room. We were in a hotel not far from Phoenix, yet again visiting the place it had all happened. Charlie was in the bedroom sleeping restlessly while we stayed in the living room. I could hear him toss and turn in his sleep. He would find no rest this night. How could he? We weren't very far from where 'she' disappeared.
"I was thinking we should next head To Italy. It's been five years since we've checked there. Maybe. . ." His voice drifted off. We learned long ago not to say those words 'we'll find her'. At first it was all we could say. 'We'll find her, we will find Renesmee' but as the years passed, those words became like toxin. A hopeless battle we could never hope to win.
"where's Rose and Em?" I asked trying to shake my thoughts from despair. Edward looked in to my eyes, knowing the pain hidden with in them. We were so happy before. So blissful in our own little "happily ever after" we never thought it could end so drastically. All with the disappearance of the one child we all loved so much. Our Renesmee.
"Near New York heading North West. There planning on meeting Tanya, Kate and Garret near Alaska." As he spoke his eyes wondered to the open window looking out across the desert horizon. The sun completely set.
"And Carlisle and Esme are still in China." I spoke softly in barely more than a breath. It had been so long since we were all together. All of the family in the same house, all together and happy.
Six years.
Sex torturous years.
"Come love." Edward whispered as he gently touched my shoulder leading me out of the hotel room.
"Lets go search." Those words had become so engraved in our vocabulary these past Six years. Always searching, always hoping.
I would never give up though. I would knock for an eternity on this door which would never open. All for the purpose of finding her. My little girl. My perfect little girl, whom I would never forget.
As we made our way out of the Hotel, my cell phone began to vibrate.
"hello?" I answered it without even checking to see who was calling.
"bells? I think I felt her!" the frantic voice of Jacob spoke through the phone.
"Felt her? What direction?" I spoke so fast I'm surprised he could understand me.
"I'm back at home, it came from the east. . .who we got over there?" It was odd, With Jacobs Imprinting on her, he should have been able to feel her where ever she was, In what ever direction she lay. But what ever took her hid her well. Not even his 'senses' could help us find her. We were blind in our searches.
"Alice and Jazz are in London. Rose and Em are near New York heading a little bit more north than where you are now". He had felt her . . . she lay in the east, we didn't know how far away but she was there. She was still alive. If my heart still beat, it would have pounded in my chest in excitement. She wasn't 'gone' there was still a chance of seeing her at least one more time.
"the Doc and Esme still in China looking?" his voiced had calmed down a bit. He knew we would all drop what ever we were doing instantly to head towards the direction he felt, all in hopes of finding our girl.
"yeah. I'll send Charlie Back up to Fork's, and we'll start heading that direction." I spoke calmly, yet with a fast pace.
"yeah. . . " was all he said before hanging up.
It's been six years since we began our frantic search. How have we not found her yet? No matter the case, I would never stop looking. I would never forget.
AN: Yay, I'm done with chapter one! I was going to write more but felt that this was a good stopping place. So if you haven't figured it out yet (in which case I'm disappointed in you) 'Nezz' Is Renesmee.
I don't think the teach is going to have a major role in the story, so not unless you want more of him, don't expect to see him hanging around.
Originally this was a harry potter crossover, but I realized it's been so long since I read the books I couldn't write accurately about the event or characters. So instead it's just a normal non-crossover Twilight Fic.
I'm not joking when I say that reader feed back is what drives me on to write, so please leave a review and I will do my best to respond to you in one way or another.
Thank you so much for putting up with my shenanigans
--valalight