Prologue
Miracle, phenomenon, abomination, monster, I have been called them all. I suppose I should introduce myself, my name is Renesmee Cullen and today is my seventh birthday. Despite my ability to show everyone what I am thinking, my Aunt Alice feels that it would help me work through my own feelings by writing them down for myself. I can't say for sure how I feel about this, but my mother always tells me never to bet against Alice.
Now, even though I am only seven years old, I look at least twenty. I have long, curly copper colored hair and eyes the color of melting chocolate. I'm five foot seven and slender with a thin layer of muscles covering every inch of my body. My mother is both older than me and the same age as me due to the fact that she was turned into a vampire right after I was born. Everyone always tells me that I have her eyes and I believe them because I remember her eyes from when she was human.
I wouldn't say I've had the hardest life, but I haven't had the easiest life either. My family is incredibly wealthy. I have never wanted or needed anything that I couldn't have, other than human blood. At the same time, there have been several attempts on my life since before I was even born. This was including attempts by my own father and grandfather, and even Jacob. After I was born, Jacob's pack tried to kill me and then the Volturi. It was one fiasco after another, but all the while my mother stuck by me, forever ready to die for me even before she knew me.
As soon as my father could hear my thoughts, he became as dedicated as my mother in my well-being. After that, the rest of my family stopped trying to hurt me too. Jacob took longer. I still remember hearing him tell my father to, 'throw me out the window' when asked to hold me while my dad tried to save my mother's life. Once he saw me, everything was better, for both of us.
My mother says that soon we will have to move because Grandpa Carlisle is too young to keep his position at the hospital without questions being asked. Hopefully by that time Jacob will be able to come with us. The thought of being away from him makes me sick, like losing a best friend or a brother. My parents are uncomfortable with how much Jacob and I seem to need each other, but I think that might be just because they don't understand.
I should tell you about all of the people in my life–– the important ones anyway––so that you don't get too confused. First I want to tell you about my father. His name is Edward Masen Cullen and he is more than one hundred years old. He was turned into a vampire when he was seventeen and dying of the Spanish Influenza. He's tall, maybe six foot two, and handsome. He has a sort of copper colored hair––like mine––that swoops in disheveled locks that might look messy on a normal human, but look fitting on him. The most interesting fact about my dad, though, is that he can read minds. Not like some phony soothsayer at a carnival, but really and truly read minds.
Then there is my grandfather, Carlisle. He looks about twenty-five, but right now he's supposed to be thirty-four. Carlisle has gold hair, almost like a field of wheat right as the sun rises. He is the shortest of the boys, but also the oldest. He changed everyone except my mother and my Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper. He is really controlled; he works in a hospital and is around blood every day, but has never once killed anyone.
Esme, my grandmother and Carlisle's wife, is very sweet. She always has this big smile on her face. It isn't one of those smiles most people wear to mask their sadness either. She seems truly happy. She looks at my dad and mom like they were really her children and she looks at me like I'm the most extraordinary person she has ever laid her eyes on. Every time I'm near her I understand completely why my mother named me after her. As for Renee, my other grandmother, I've actually never met her. My mother says that maybe in a few years I'll be able to, but she wants to wait until enough time has passed so that she can introduce me to her as her daughter and not as a cousin or some other relative like she has to do now.
Then there is Emmett, my uncle, who always teases my mother and me. He's playful and sort of like a big teddy bear. He gives the best hugs. Emmett is huge too, really huge. His muscles are as big around as my body and he is the tallest of the boys. He's almost seven foot tall and is completely in love with Rosalie.
Rosalie is a tall blonde, sort of like what you would see in a Victoria's Secret advertisement. While she's tall and beautiful, she pales in comparison to my mother––although that might be a little biased. Rosalie was one of the few who defended my life before I was coherent enough to think and before I was born. Rosalie stuck by me like my mom and I love her for it, but she also showed little care for my mother during my time in her womb.
Jasper has always been a mystery to me, sort of like Alice. Jasper was the only person who never once held me when I was a baby. My dad tells me it was because my heart beats and I have blood that runs through my veins and he wasn't sure if he could resist it. I feel bad for Jasper, but I have become more comfortable around him since he stopped avoiding me. Jasper is blonde––a darker shade than Rosalie or Carlisle––and lean, his muscles well defined, but not large. He's tall, about the same height as my dad and has the power to control emotions.
Alice is my favorite aunt even though she finds it difficult to be around me. I don't mean to make the future blurry for her, but I find her interesting. She has this way of fluttering around like a butterfly that makes me want to watch her and copy her. She was the reason I took my first steps. I saw her dancing around the room, tidying this and that and I thought she looked lovely and I wanted to look as lovely as she did. I watched her footsteps for a few moments more before I clambered to my feet and mimicked her motions. Jacob and my parents applauded as though I had accomplished a great feat and I almost wanted to bow. Alice is small; I reached the same height as her by my first birthday. She has inky black hair that juts out from her head in a thousand different directions that still manages to look extremely well groomed.
On my mother's side, there is Charlie, my other grandfather. That's where my mother got her brown eyes from and I got mine from her. Charlie is a very quiet person and is really good about my growth. He takes everything in stride and he knows that I am my mother's daughter even though we've never told him. Charlie is engaged to Sue Clearwater, the mother of both Seth and Leah, werewolves in Jacob's pack. They are due to be married at the beginning of the summer and I am going to be a bridesmaid with my mom and Leah is going to be the maid of honor. Leah doesn't like us much, but because of Jacob, she tries to put on a good show.
Jacob is one of my favorite people, as you have probably already guessed. He is my best friend and my brother all wrapped into one. I realize that eventually Jacob will want something more from our relationship, and I want to be able to be there for him, but I'm just not sure that I could ever see Jacob in that sort of romantic light. Jacob is in no way unattractive, he's as tall as Emmett with rippling muscles and tan skin. Right now, Jacob's hair has become shaggy, overhanging his eyes a bit because he hasn't bothered to cut it. I prefer it this way because when he shape shifts into a wolf, his fur is longer and softer. Everyone complains that Jacob smells, but even though my nose is just as sharp, Jacob has never had an unpleasant odor to me.
This leaves me with my mother. I remember the first time I saw her brown eyes that lit up the first time she saw me. I saw her, but most of all I could smell her blood. Before I could deny my thirst, I nipped at her as she held me in her arms. She had whimpered and my dad pulled me out of her arms despite that being the one place I really wanted to be. Then Rosalie took me and I spent the longest two days of my life without her. I kept asking when I would be able to see her, but nobody would give me an answer. Then, on the afternoon of the second day, I saw her. The dress she wore was in shambles, her face was smeared with animal blood, her hair looked like a bird's nest and her eyes were a deep red. She was beautiful, just as I had remembered her. Still, though I could see in her eyes that she wanted me and I obviously wanted her, we were kept apart.
Jacob and the rest of the family stood between my mother and me, except my father who was eager to reunite his whole family. I had no choice left since they would not listen to me, so I let out a loud wail. My tactics worked and I was handed over to my mother, but Jacob was too close for us to truly enjoy each other's company. That was when she found out about the imprinting. She was livid and I thought she might kill Jacob even though they had been best friends. In the end, everything had settled down.
My mother's name is Isabella Swan Cullen, but everybody calls her Bella. She is a little more than five foot four with dark brown hair and a slender figure. By all rights, she could be a model. She is also a shield and the most powerful shield at that. She could shield an entire army at once without even breaking a sweat. Of course this is only mental shielding and relies entirely on the army's ability to physically defend itself. My mother has risked her life for me on many occasions and I am certain that nobody loves me more than her, not even Jacob no matter how hard he may combat that opinion. My mother didn't have to see me or know me to love me, she loved me no matter what I was or even if I accidentally killed her while she was still in her weakened human form. My mother seemed to love me before she was even certain I was there when nobody else did.
Normally, I have small requests for my birthday. One year I wanted a horse so my family went out and bought me a prize winning Standard bred stallion. His name was Olympus and he was taller than Emmett and Jacob. The first time I rode him was incredible, but soon I decided that I preferred to ride on Jacob's back as opposed to a very vulnerable horse that was far too trusting in the hands of vegetarian vampires. So Olympus was sold. Last year, my parents bought me the most beautiful car. Jacob says it's worth more than three hundred thousand dollars and that it's called a Noble M600. I like it because it's fast and sleek.
Well, to get back on topic, this year I have a bigger request for my birthday this year. I know it's a bigger request because I'm afraid to even mention it to my parents. I've been working hard to keep it off my mind so that my father doesn't find out before I'm fully prepared for any and all reactions.
So now that I have written down an introduction, I believe I will begin cataloging my adventures from now on, if I have any. I will start tonight, after my party; I assume that I will then have more interesting topics to talk about and perhaps even the answer to my request.