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It is a twilight fanfiction, and it starts when Renesmee is six years old, and beginning to feel differently towards Jacob. this chapter is quite short, more of a taster really, but i hope you enjoy it.

NOTE: THIS IS A FAN FICTION NOVEL. MOST OF THE CHARACTERS INCLUDED ARE THE SOLE PROPERTY OF STEPHENIE MEYER. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.

AmelieDaydream xxx

Renesmee

Jacob grinned at me from across the table. With the focus of a trapeze artist, he took a pancake from the stack between us, and threw it high in the air with a casual flick of the wrist, catching it in his mouth. I burst into applause and he winked at me. I hoped he didn't notice my blush, and that my father wasn't paying too much attention to my thoughts. I planned to go with Jacob back to La Push to check on his pack this weekend, and I didn't want my dad to think anything was going on. I wasn't entirely sure how the whole imprinting thing worked, but Jake certainly never mentioned it and I wasn't about to bring it up.

I looked down at my food, shovelling the pancakes dutifully into my mouth. These, at least, weren't so bad. They were sweet and not as slimy as most human food; I shuddered at the thought of vegetables. Still, even the thought of animal blood made my throat uncomfortably hot. With a sigh I got to my feet and grabbed my plate, dumping it in the sink and skipping into the next room. My parents were curled up on the sofa, whispering tenderly to each other. I could hear what they were saying if I wished, but I preferred to block it out. In truth I was jealous; I longed for the sure, open relationship they had with each other. For a moment I imagined myself in my mother's position, Jacob in my father's. The image was powerful and for a moment I allowed myself to pretend, before remembering that my dad could read my mind. If he realized how I felt about Jake, he might not let me go this weekend. It was going to be just me and Jacob, and I didn't want to spoil it, especially as we barely ever got time to ourselves.

The Cullen family had moved to rural Alaska about three years ago and although our house was very large, our magnified senses meant we could hear everything that went on in it without moving from where we were. Even my half-vampire hearing was sharp enough to pick up the littlest sounds. Jacob had his own little place too; Esme had built him a cottage a small distance from the main house, near to the indoor pool she had also constructed. Although we all spent most of our time in the main house, sometimes I ran back to Forks with my parents to be in our old, beautiful cottage. The journey always tired me out, but my mom and dad were never even out of breath- sometimes I resented myself for slowing them down, but they never complained about the extra time it took me. All of this was ridiculous of course; I was easily miles faster than the best Olympic athletes without trying, not that I'd be allowed to prove it to them. Keeping the secret was key to our survival. I remembered all too clearly the time I had almost been the cause of my entire family's deaths.

I walked-slowly for me-up the stairs to my room and went straight to the enormous walk-in closet that Alice had insisted on installing. I sifted through all the ridiculously extravagant gowns to the back of the closet. It was cold out, as usual, and although my skin was almost as warm as Jacob's, I wasn't quite immune to the cold. I was wearing my usual tank top and bottoms; I refused to put on the ridiculous silk Victoria's secret pyjamas Alice insisted on buying. I liked to dress up but that was a step over the mark-they were only for sleeping in, not going to a fashion parade. I rifled through the endless racks of designer clothing, and ridiculously high heels, trying to find something at least marginally sensible. I settled for some white skinny jeans with a fancy French label I could barely read, and dug out a silky dark blue shirt. It was slightly see-through, which I knew my father wouldn't be happy about, but what could he say?

I darted out of the back door. There was only one person I wanted to talk to: Alice. She was the only person I had ever entrusted with my feelings for Jacob. Of course, my mom was great to talk to, but it was kind of weird knowing she'd kissed Jake before. The worst part was that a sick part of me wanted to ask her how that felt. I had always been close to Rosalie, because she had been the one to back up Bella when she was pregnant with me. I was grateful to her, and would trust her with anything, but she wasn't exactly Jacob's biggest fan. She would probably ask me why I liked such a jerk. And as much as I loved Esme, she was my grandmother. I couldn't confide in her for something like this.

Finally, I caught Alice's scent and it led me off into the snow-covered alpine forest. The fresh, tangy aroma that accompanied the pine needles was incredible. I felt refreshed just sprinting past the towering trees, feeling the wind whip through the bronze curls that now spiralled past my waist.

After not too long I found her. She was lying on her back, gazing up at the thick branches overhead, with her eyes slightly unfocused. Seeing the future. I started back the way I came; my presence stopped her visions from working. Before I had taken a step I felt her tiny, cool hand close around my wrist.

"Nessie," she smiled, her beautiful face shining. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of molten gold. "Don't go. I wasn't seeing anything important. What do you need?"

I smiled back. "Boy trouble. You're the only one I can tell."

She laughed. "Jacob again? Go on, give me all the details," she said, her voice soft.

I frowned, not sure how to put it. "It's just… all the werewolves I know who've imprinted- besides Quil of course, because Claire's only nine- they're all, you know, with the person they've imprinted on. Is that how it is? Or… I mean, of course I know Jake loves me- that's how imprinting works. But is he, you know… in love with me?"

I blushed scarlet and she gave me a serene smile. "Now your father would be the best one to ask that question. He's the mind reader."

I raised my eyebrows. "Be serious."

She chuckled. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen, you are worrying about nothing. You are the most important thing in his universe; of course he wants to spend eternity with you. Of course, I can't see his future so I can't tell for definite, but I'm sure he's just waiting for you to be ready for him to tell you. By the looks of things, you already are."

Through the wave of happiness, I sighed. "But how do I tell him that?"

A mischievous grin spread across her face. "Easy. When the moment is right, you'll know what to do," she giggled. "And I suggest you do it this weekend, when there's no overprotective fathers lurking about. That could be off-putting."

I had to laugh along with her. "Thanks, Alice."

She kissed my cheek lightly. "I left a little surprise in your closet, by the way, but now I really need to see. Predicting the future doesn't happen by itself, you know."

I ran back to the house, all set to check out my new clothes before maybe doing a sketch of the forest with the mountains in the background, but as I reached the point where the trees began to thin near the house, I caught sight of Jacob leaning against a nearby tree. He looked effortlessly handsome in his shorts, his feet and chest bare despite the snow. His copper skin glimmered in the weak sunlight and he gave me a warm grin.

"Where've you been?" he asked, bounding over and giving me a light hug.

"With Alice," I told him truthfully. "But don't disturb her; she's trying to see the future."

"Oh, okay." He grinned and took my hand, leading me back into the forest. I followed without complaint. I liked the feel of his big, warm hand round mine, and I leaned my head against his arm. He seemed to enjoy that, and smiled down at me. I let myself relax, and walked on…