Author's note: Hello, all you wonderful people. Thank you for reading my shit. I wrote this at like 10:00 at night, so some of it is bad and some of it is good. Anyways, i just had this really bad urge to write about Renesmee. I had always wanted to write about her but i never had the basic plot or how to start it off, but a couple days ago, it just was stuck in my brain all day, nightmares. The Volturi. Renesmee. This is a story of Renesmee having a nightmare and Edward and Bella comforting their daughter. Hope you like it. Please, review.
There is sweet music that softer falls. Than petals from blown roses on the grass. Or night-dews on still waters between walls. Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass. Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
A crowd of black and red cloaks surrounded me, blocking me in at every angle, leering menacingly at me. "She's an abomination. We can't risk the child exposing us to the humans." One of the hooded figures spoke, their booming voice rising above the whispers of the other figures. "I- I'm just the same as you! I drink blood, but i don't harm innocent humans! Please, listen to me!" I pleaded, but the cloaks lunged at me, engulfing me in a sea of black and red velvet material.
I woke up with a start, screaming even though i haven't the slightest clue when i started, and tried to calm myself down when my parents came in. "Renesmee. Sweetheart, are you okay? What's wrong?" My mother asked, stroking my hair, while her eyes raked over me for any injuries. My father was gripping my mom's hand, his eyes locked on mine, as his silent message came through crystal clear. 'What did you see in your nightmare?' His question entered my thoughts so easily, that i had to look away from him in order to answer back silently, instead of out loud.
'The... Them. The Volturi.' I sent back, averting my eyes so Daddie wouldn't see how shaken up i was. I was afraid, the sea of red and black dancing behind my eyelids, and i didn't know how to calm myself down. I heard Daddie cuss under his breath, and looked up to see Mom's confused face, but Daddie picked me up and carried me to their room. "What do we do, Edward? We can't keep fighting them or running. If they want to take her again, or try to take her again, how will we stop them? The last time... We barely made it out alive if it wasn't for Alice." I heard my mother whisper, a tremble in her voice she couldn't quite hide, as Daddie tucked me in, hiding me from my nightmares.
