Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer, though I am playing with her characters. Some of the quotes in this first chapter are from Breaking Dawn, but in Nessie's POV and not Jacob or Bella's. All else is mine.
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(Renesmee: born)
...bright, so many bright colors swirling in my mind as I tried to calm Mother down from her nightmares about that awful little boy with bright red eyes, though sometimes green, and those men in black cloaks terrorizing him...why won't she dream of me?...who is this little boy?...
...so hungry...need food...mmm, eggs...I love with Mother eats eggs...so much protein for me...
...bad dream again...trying to give Mother bright colors of love instead...she's woken me up, but that's alright...so hungry, no wait, that's Mother...I quiver as she throws it all back up...
...I kick Mother and she presses her hand against her stomach where I am trying to reach my own hand out to her...she throws up, shaking me, instead...just reach out to me, Mother...I'm scared...
..."I don't think I have food poisoning. The dreams. Sleeping so much. The crying. All that food. Oh. Oh. Oh." Mother's voice! Oh, but she seems scared...
..."He thinks you're pregnant." Father's voice, so sweet and gentle usually was now cold...I kicked against my Mother, wanting to let her know that we were all going to be okay..."We're going to get that thing out before it can hurt any part of you. Don't be scared. I won't let it hurt you."...no, Father!...
..."I heard Bella made it back alive." That voice. So soothing and warm and even though it was being sarcastic, it felt right to listen to...I nudged my Mother...please make him come closer to me...he's MINE...need him..."Come in, please, Jacob" Mother said and my heart warmed as I felt him getting closer to me...Rosalie hissed and he almost backed away...no! Come closer!...
...so hungry, Mother...I'm sorry...I don't mean to hurt you...
...lonely...need him with me...Mother understood, though...She could get my "Jacob" to do anything...he kept visiting her, but that was okay because it meant that he was visiting me...this connection was like with my Mother, so deep...even though I had yet to see either of their faces, I knew that they belonged with me just like Father...the bonds were too strong...
..."If you think that imprinting could ever make sense of this insanity..." My Jacob, so very scared himself...I'm here for you...don't you feel it, too?...
..."I won't kill him." My always confused Mother, protecting me even though she has no idea who I am..."Oh, I hadn't heard the great news. A bouncing baby boy, huh?" My Jacob, can't you tell that I'm a girl? I'm your little girl!...
...they keep fighting: my Mother and my Jacob...stop it!...
..."We think the fetus might have an appetite closer to ours than to yours. We think it's thirsty." Carlisle's voice..."If the fetus is craving blood, it's not craving animal blood." My Father still hadn't connected to me, calling me a fetus but at least he seemed to know what I wanted...
...My Mother was an eager volunteer if it meant helping me. "Let's go for it. My first vampire act."...oooooh, blood, so much blood...Mother drank it and I enjoyed it...I love my Mother so very much...and the best part was that my Jacob stayed to comfort Mother, in his own sarcastic way...
...I kick, making Mother bend over...there's no room in here as I get bigger, I can feel something about my home breaking...not another rib, not to Mother...let me get out of here!...
...I can always tell when my Jacob is there or not, even if he doesn't speak...the pull is so strong when he's near that I just want him to rub my home in my Mother's stomach so he will be closer to me...He never does...my Jacob, oh, just wait until I am out of here...
...Mother finally convinced Jacob to sit next to her for warmth. I make her hot and then cold, sometimes, but I love that I can make my Jacob near me because of that...there's another man who is also warm but he does not make me feel as happy, though he cheers Mother up with his jokes: Seth...
...My Jacob asked why Mother wanted him here, but he just didn't understand how much of it was me. I wanted him here..."It feels... complete when you're here, Jacob. Like all my family is together. You're supposed to be part of my life
-I can feel that, and so can you." Mother replied, though...She thought she was in charge of her connection with my Jacob...
...Keep talking, Mother. So soothing..."It... the baby likes the sound of your voice." Wait, did Father hear me?..."Holy crow, you can hear him!" Mother, so loud sometimes...I kicked reflexively and she winced..."Sorry, baby." It's okay, Mother...Keep talking, both of you...Mother and Father with their calming voices, finally both loving me...so happy...
...it's finally time!...I'm getting out of here, right now...oh, Mother, I didn't mean to hurt you...my Jacob is here, but then he's not and it's cold again inside the womb...I need out...Father, help me...
His face was the first one that I saw. So handsome, my Father: strong jawline, piercing golden eyes, and hair that was russet and lush.
"Renesmee" My Father said my name and I wanted to smile, but I knew that Mother was still hurting. I had hurt her a lot trying to get out.
"Give her to me." Mother sounded weaker than I'd ever heard her, but suddenly I was being moved towards her. She was nothing like I expected: so pale, but not like Father, weak almost, brown eyes that stared at me like I had given her something to love for the first time, and limp brown hair pulled with sweat. But yet still wonderful to me.
"Renes... mee. So... beautiful." No, Mother. You are beautiful. You gave me life and so if I'm beautiful, it's because of you.
I love you, Mother. I bite her to tell her this, but that was not the right thing to do because Father scolded me and my Jacob got so scared and angry that he wouldn't even look at me.
It has been ten minutes since I was handed off to Rosalie. Rosalie is like my Mother while Mother is still sick and I love her, too, but . She feeds me blood from a bottle and I am thankful that I have someone who knows exactly what I want and when I want it.
She was the one holding me when I finally got my Jacob to look at me. His eyes met mine and I knew that he could finally feel the connection, too. His face, so drawn and angry instantly softened as his big brown eyes latched on to mine like he never wanted to let go of my stare. I was okay with that.
"Renesmee..." My Jacob said my name and grinned, his entire face lighting up.
Rosalie hissed. "You're not going anywhere near this baby, dog."
"But I have to." My Jacob smiled wider as he took a few steps towards me. Rosalie lowered me back into her lap and tried to feed me my bottle but I only wanted my Jacob now. I pushed it away with my hand, earning a gasp from my aunt. "She's clever, isn't she?" My Jacob asked, sitting on the couch next to Rosalie even though the entire pregnancy, they had been fighting. "I could just tell that she was clever."
"Don't think you fool me, Jacob Black." Rosalie hissed. "I know what you're trying to do and there's no way that I'm going to let you hold her. You wanted to kill her and I know what Bella's transformation has done to you. You're not thinking; go home, mutt."
My Jacob growled, "Don't ever mention that again. I would never kill Nessie."
"Nessie?" Rosalie asked, as I tried to wiggle my way towards my Jacob. My neck just wasn't strong enough yet.
"Renesmee is just too much of a mouthful." My Jacob's cheeks darkened. "Nessie is short and sweet, just like her."
"Are you stoned right now, mutt? Because your happy-go-lucky attitude is freaking me out." Rosalie said, still keeping me away from my Jacob.
"I'm not on drugs, I'm just happy. Can't you see that Nessie makes me happy?" My Jacob asked and I smiled up at him.
"Seriously, mutt, knock it off. Whatever sick game you're playing, I want you to stop." Rosalie hissed.
"He's not playing a game." Jasper spoke with amazement in his voice. He, Emmett, and Alice returned from hunting and were standing in the doorway of the living room. "Can you not see how happy they are when they are near each other?"
"Not all of us have your gift, Jazz." Alice said, though I could tell that she was pouting.
"Aw, none of that, darlin'." Jasper said, wrapping his arms around her small body in comfort. "I'm sure the
"Not as long as Renesmee is connected with Jacob, I can't." Alice looked like she might cry, though I suspected that she couldn't. Not like I could. Or Mother did when she saw me. "And that stupid mutt is never going to leave her side now."
"I don't understand. What's happening?" Rosalie asked, looking at her siblings in confusion then looking at me and my Jacob.
"The bond is just as strong as what I observed of Sam and Emily at the wedding." Jasper admitted.
"But they're, like, a couple." Emmett seemed confused, too.
"I imprinted." My Jacob smiled at the word on his lips, even though it was unfamiliar to me. "On Nessie."
"You stay away from my niece, you freak." Emmett crossed the room in a second and grabbed my Jacob by his t-shirt.
I let out a wail, not wanting to see my Jacob hurt, and all eyes in the room turned to me.
"Her first cry!" Rosalie seemed to forget about their little tift for a moment as my hands reached out for my Jacob again.
"Edward is not going to like this." Emmett said confidently as he stood in between my Jacob and his mate.
"What am I not going to like?" Father asked, though I knew that he could hear all of our thoughts. Just like he heard mine when I was still inside of Mother.
"Edward, I know that this is difficult for you..." My Jacob held up his hands as if my Father would fight him. "Listen to my thoughts. They are pure! I don't know why this happened, but you can't just take Nessie away from me. I won't let that happen."
Mine. Give me my Jacob. I thought stubbornly since words couldn't be formed yet on my lips.
"Oh. Oh." Father said, looking between my Jacob and me as I continued to wail. "Rosalie, let Jacob hold her."
Rosalie hissed, but obeyed. "If you harm her, mutt..." She threatened as I felt my Jacob's warm arms around me instead of Rosalie's icy ones.
"Nessie..." My Jacob smiled widely when I was in his arms and I grinned a toothless smile back at him. He picked up my bottle from Rosalie's hand and placed it on my lips. "That's a good girl." He complimented me and I hurried to finish the bottle to show him that I was worthy of it.
"I guess this changes things with the Pack, then, as well." My Father said as I stared up at my Jacob, my blood bottle nearly drained.
"You're not mad?" My Jacob asked Father, though not taking his eyes off of me for a second.
"I'm furious that you think you own my daughter." Father said, but he had a smirk on his face. "But, like you said, your thoughts are pure. As long as they stay that way, I see no point in starting a fight with you just yet, Jacob. It would be nice to have the Pack as real allies for once."
"I'm not sure about the rest of the Pack, but you know that I will always be here for Nessie." My Jacob vowed.
"How can you be so calm about this?" Rosalie asked my Father with a sneer.
Father just smirked again. "Bella will handle Jacob. If I know Newborns, she'll be focused on three things: her thirst, her mate, and Renesmee."
"Oh, Edward, you're so bad." Alice let out a giggle. "Sicking big bad Newborn Mommy on him is hardly fair."
"Jake's a big boy. He can handle himself." Father winked and I believed him.
I love my Mother and I love my Jacob. They wouldn't hurt each other. I was sure of it.
Rosalie, Father, and my Jacob took turns feeding me blood bottles every few hours. Occasionally, Esme, Carlisle, or Alice would get a turn in. The only ones who steered away were Emmett and Jasper. Emmett because he was afraid that he might break me (he thought he was so tough) and Jasper because he wasn't about to start testing his control where I was concerned. He could be in the same room as me without going for my throat, but I knew that it was still a little hard on my uncle. I was half-human, which meant that I had blood running through my veins. Not to mention that my diet consisted completely of human blood, so it was hard for Jasper to be near me for any long period of time.
For three days, we waited for Mother to wake up. Carlisle and Father ran tests on me, surprised that I was growing as fast as I was: three months old in just a few days. I didn't care, though. Not as long as I had my Jacob to play with while the tests were going on. I think that upset my Father, but he never spoke up about it. They also figured out my power: I could place my thoughts in their heads if I touched their cheek and thought something specific. My Jacob thought I was amazing and Father was enthralled about how I reminded him of himself and Mother. I liked to hear that I was like my parents.
Carlisle was concerned when I started biting my Jacob around mealtimes when he or Rosalie were too slow or when I was playing and wanted my way. My Jacob just thought that it was funny, since I didn't hurt him. Carlisle and Father were happy to figure out that I was not venomous because of these interactions, though.
When I finally saw my Mother for the second time, she was even more breathtaking than before. Her eyes now red, her face smoother, her skin paler, her hair shiny and full. I wiggled in Rosalie's arms, sitting up and controlling my movements like I couldn't just days ago. I smiled at my Mother, showing her my new perfectly-aligned teeth. Mother took a step towards me and everyone panicked. I knew my Mother wouldn't hurt me, yet she and Father had to explain her first hunting trip before they would back off and let Mother hold me. Actually, I think it was when I cried that they took notice. Only the second time I had ever let my voice ring out, my cry panicked everyone.
"What's the matter? Is she hurt? What happened?" My Jacob asked frantically.
Rosalie had learned that my Jacob had my best interests at heart and was actually reassuring him as she handed me over to him, but I kept crying. "She just wants Bella."
My Jacob was shaking when he finally handed me over to Mother. I put my hand on her face, eager to show her my ability, and showed her my only other memory of her and pushing forward all of my love for her with it so that she would know.
"I remember you, too." Mother said, leaning down and kissing my forehead.
"Haven't we experimented enough for one day? Bella is doing great, but let's not push it." My Jacob was getting uneasy and I could feel it.
"What is your problem, Jacob?" Mother seemed angry at my Jacob. This isn't how it was supposed to be. I love them both. I am safe with both.
My Jacob merely stared at me like he always did, with so much love. It took my Mother a mere three point two seconds to realize what had happened and suddenly I was in my Jacob's arms again and Father was constricting Mother. She was angry that my Jacob was holding me and insisted that Rosalie take me instead. Once I was settled and Father was standing protectively in front of me, Mother snarled at my Jacob.
"You didn't."
"You know that I don't have any control over it."
"You stupid mutt! How could you? My baby!"
"It wasn't my idea, Bella!"
"I've held her all of one time and you already think you have some moronic wolfy claim to her? She's mine."
"I can share..."
The other wolves were at his back as the fight went outside. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation because Rosalie was trying to shield me from it. The one part I did hear was my Mother screeching, "You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster?" And then the sound of flesh being torn apart. I knew it wasn't my Jacob, though, because I felt his pain when it happened and I felt nothing now. It was Seth, I realized later, jumping in front of my Jacob when he wouldn't phase. They couldn't actually fight each other. Mother could fight my Jacob all day long, but my Jacob would never retaliate because he would feel my pain at my Mother being hurt. I just wished I could convey this to my Mother.
I was allowed to meet my Mother's father, Charlie, which was a difficult task. He made Mother nervous and I didn't like that.
"Renesmee, someone very special is coming to see you and your mother." Father said. "But he's not like us or even like Jacob. You shouldn't tell him things the way that you tell us."
Like this? I can't talk to him like this? I asked, placing my hand on his face.
"Exactly." Father smiled at my understanding so quickly. "And he's going to make you thirsty. But you must not bite him, even just a little. He won't heal like Jacob."
What about Jacob? I touched his face again and he laughed. "No, I don't care if you bite Jacob, that's fine."
It got tense for awhile as my Jacob tried to make sure that he could be there even though my Father clearly wanted him to leave and make this a family issue with Charlie coming and all. My grandfather was old. Not in a bad way. Just in a way that I had never seen before. He wasn't perfect like my vampire side of the family or strong like my wolves. He was human. And I loved him instantly. He even had the same eyes as I did...the ones that my Mother had had and that I wished I could see on her again.
I looked three months old physically and that scared my grandfather, I think. Especially since I was only days old. He knew that I was Bella's daughter, even though he was told I was Edward's niece, and I think that I scared him a little bit. I didn't understand why. No one else had been afraid of me. They all loved me instantly. I didn't like this human business one bit.
Mother challenged Emmett to an arm wrestling match and I couldn't help but giggle when Mother decided to karate-chop everything in sight. My laughter startled everyone, though I wasn't sure why since they were all laughing, too. The sun broke through the clouds and Mother sparkled while I just shimmered and I placed my hand on her cheek to tell her this.
"You're the prettiest." Mother reassured me, though it wasn't true.
After that, nothing really changed. Every day I was measured four times, drank blood bottles, and slept in my Jacob's arms until it was nighttime and Mother and Father took me back to the cottage. The cottage was lovely. I had my own room with flowers on the walls and stars on the ceiling. I had clothes for playing dress-up, too. It was wonderful. I didn't even mind that I had to sleep in here all by myself because Jacob-wolf was outside my window protecting me while I dreamed.
Every little thing that I did amazed them. Crying, laughing, smiling, sitting up by myself, talking properly when I was just a week old ("Momma, where is Grandpa?" had been my first sentence outloud, by the way), walking at three weeks when I was tired of being left out of the loop in my crib. I looked nearly two years old at just three months of age, yet I could read Dickens.
I realized a lot of things about my family in just three months. Mother liked it when I called her "Momma" and when I called Father "Daddy," he lit up like a Christmas tree. These were the names that Mother, I mean Momma, had said to me every night when they were putting me to bed. "Momma and Daddy love you very much, Renesmee."
That was another thing. Momma called me Renesmee (and Daddy did when Momma was around), but everyone else called me Nessie like my Jacob did. I couldn't tell which I liked better. They were both me.
It was December when things started changing. That was when Irina found us while I was catching snowflakes when we were supposed to be hunting with Momma and my Jacob. When we returned home that afternoon, Momma relayed that she thought she saw one of our friends and Alice looked worried.
"They're coming for us. All of them." Alice whispered. "The Volturi. Not long. Little more than a month."
I knew enough about the Volturi to know that they were bad news. I just wanted my family to be safe. Emmett was the one who decided that we should try to fight them if it came to that, but to rally the troops regardless. We needed witnesses and we needed a lot of them if we had any hope of stalling the Volturi for even a moment.
In the end, Alice and Jasper left us a note saying that they'd send anyone they could find but that this wasn't their fight. I think that hurt my Mother almost as much as it did the rest of the family. I, especially, felt like that was a comment about me. Like I wasn't worth fighting for. But I let that thought slide as guests started arriving.
"What if they don't like me?" I asked, not knowing exactly how to ask the question with my gift like I usually did. I hated using my voice.
"You're very special, that's not a bad thing." Momma reassured me.
"This is my fault." I admitted, drawing the conclusion from the cause and effect that had led us here.
Momma, Daddy, and my Jacob were quick to argue with me. "No!"
That was when the Denali's showed up and I felt like I was being put on the spot like a shiny toy or a new puppy. Only, the stakes were much higher than them liking me or not. They had to believe what I said was true. I'm just glad that they did.
So many interesting people arrived over the next month! There were the American nomads: Peter & Charlotte, Mary, and Randall; the Denali Coven: Eleazar & Carmen, Tanya, Kate, and the vampire that became sweet on Kate, Garrett; the Egyptian Coven: Tia, Amun & Kebi, and Benjamin,; European nomads: Alistair, Charles, and Makenna; the Irish Coven: Liam & Siobhan, and Maggie; and the Romanian vampires who ruled before the Volturi: Vladimir and Stefan.
After meeting me and hearing the family's plea, only a few of our guests chose to leave. Carlisle made it very clear that it was their choice whether to stand with us or not.
We also had the wolves on our side. I was very proud of my Jacob for deciding to fight for me. I would fight for him.
Everyone trained for a month and before we knew it, it was January and the snow stopped falling. It was sticking to the ground just like Alice had predicted.
Momma dressed me specially for today: a pink frilly shirt that I knew was more cotton than lace, jeans that I knew I hadn't owned before since I was usually placed in dresses or skirts, purple tennis shoes, and a classic black jacket. I was also given a black leather backpack and I wore my locket with a picture we had taken yesterday of the three of us: Momma, Daddy, and me. Momma looked so sad as she adjusted the strap on my backpack.
"I love you more than anything." Momma said, not meeting my eyes.
"I love you, too, Momma." I touched my locket, knowing that she was worried. I tried to reassure her. "We'll always be together."
"In our hearts we'll always be together. But when the time comes today, you have to leave me."
NO. I placed my hand on her cheek and yelled at her for the first time. She couldn't ask me to do that.
"Will you do it for me? Please?" Momma looked almost scared.
Why? I asked, needing to know.
"I can't tell you. But you'll understand soon. I promise." Momma, I wish you would just tell me.
I thought of Jacob, not remembering that I had my hand on her cheek still until she nodded in reply to my question. Would my Jacob be with me, if not Momma and Daddy?
"Don't think about it. Don't tell Jacob until I tell you to run, okay?" She asked me and I nodded. I would do this for Momma as long as I had my Jacob.
It didn't come to that, in the end. Aro was intrigued by me upon hearing of my existence in my Father's thoughts. Momma and I were beckoned by the Volturi leader. Jacob-wolf and Emmett came with us, along with Daddy, as Demetri and Felix protected Aro.
"Hello, Renesmee." The pasty royal vampire addressed me.
"Hello, Aro." I tried to sound as mature as I could. Even though I was physically two and a half, I wanted to prove that I was capable of reason. That I understood what was happening right now.
Aro held out his hand to use his ability to read my mind, but I placed my hand on his cheek instead. I showed him every memory I had ever had. Starting with the one of my Mother as she was finishing giving birth to me, showing him my feeding times with my Jacob and Rosalie, getting measured by Carlisle and Daddy, bedtime stories with Momma, playing dress-up with Alice and Rosalie, playing the piano with Daddy, wrestling with Emmett when my three overprotective family members weren't looking, listening to Jasper tell stories of his past, and helping Esme make dinner for my Jacob and Seth.
I love them. I told Aro. Do not take my family away from me. I love them.
The Volturi could no longer use me as an excuse as to why to fight, I could see that clearly on Aro's face when I released him. The Volturi leader smiled, sighed, and then said, "Brilliant."
"Please?" I begged, relaxing against my Mother's chest.
"Of course I have no desire to harm your loved ones, precious Renesmee." Aro smiled. He looked at my Jacob, having seen him in my thoughts as my protector.
"They don't belong to us, Aro. They don't follow our commands that way. They're here because they want to be." Daddy hissed. Oh, no! What did Aro see in my thoughts that made him want my wolves? As far as I could tell, the Volturi had always been disgusted by the wolves.
My Jacob growled as Aro continued. "They seem quite attached to you, though. And your young mate and your...family. Loyal."
"He's intrigued by the idea of...guard dogs." Daddy said to the rest of us who couldn't be in Aro's thoughts. The Pack snarled, frightening me.
"I suppose that answered that question. This lot has picked their side." Aro smiled like no one I had ever seen before. It was spooky.
Aro tried to use the wolves as an excuse to start the fight with my family, but this also proved difficult since the wolves are Shapeshifters and not actual Children of the Moon which are vampires' enemies.
Then Caius tried to stir up the Denali's by lighting Irina on fire for giving false witness. It almost worked, too. Tanya and Kate were frantic and it took many people to hold them back. But yet we did not fight.
Aro tried yet another tactic, to pester the witnesses into admitting that I was a danger because I grew so quickly. The witnesses were confused. They claimed that I could handle myself around humans (which I could!) but that it was alarming how quickly I was aging. Everyone started saying their goodbyes and I was placed on Jacob-wolf's back. Momma and Daddy told me that they loved me and that I would be safe with my Jacob. The Volturi were prepared to fight until Alice (oh, clever Aunt Alice!) showed up with Jasper, a red-eyed vampire woman named Huilen, and a half-breed like me named Nahuel. She came into the clearing not a moment too soon.
Nahuel and Huilen told their story, how he was born of a human woman that had died before she could be changed like my own mother had been. I felt sorry for the man who lived with his aunt now. He had changed her because he was venomous, unlike me. He told of how I would reach my maturity in seven years' time and then I would forever stay the same. I would not die a human death or grow so rapidly that I only had a short live to live with my family and my Jacob as I had feared. Aro seemed satisfied with this answer, though I figured that the Volturi weren't done with my family just yet.
"Dear ones, we do not fight today." Aro instructed and then, just as quickly as they had arrived, the Volturi were gone.
"I get to stay with you?" I asked my Mother over the cheering of our comrades.
"Forever." Momma promised.
"Forever." Daddy whispered.