Sunset

Chapter 1: Umm…okay?

Ok. So…I guess my mom was pretty pissed at Jacob how many years ago. Thankfully, they got over it and are best friends again. My long, bronze curls swept across my face as I chased after a mountain lion. For a grown vamp/human, you'd think it would be easy to catch the darn thing. But hey, I'm only 15 years old.

"Renesmee!" My dad called as he caught up to me. "You have been out for hours. Your mother is worried sick." he explained.

"Dad. How many times do I have to remind you that I'm fine! Besides…I have a werewolf looking after me." I smiled thinking about Jake.

Dad rolled his eyes at me. I know he had a problem with my werewolf best friend when he was fighting for my mom's heart.

I had finally caught the lion and violently ripped its head off. It's not really a vampire thing to do, but I couldn't help myself. I then took what was left of it's neck and sucked a few litres of blood out.

The only reason why I take so long hunting is because it's really hard to find an animal with good, salty blood! It's the only kind I like. I find sweet blood absolutely repulsive!

My dad pulled me away when almost all the blood was gone and said, "We need to get home." and with that, we sped to a little cabin in the middle of nowhere.

I slowed down to see the little hut that reminded me so much of a house that came out of some fairytale. Like snow white and the seven dwarfs or something.

"Bella!" my dad called. My mom came outside and sighed when she saw me. She shook her head. I couldn't tell if she was upset or annoyed.

"Where were you? You scared the crap out of me!" she exclaimed, golden eyes glowing like the moon. I rolled my eyes at her and walked into the hut. Mom followed me inside.

"Mom," I said when I turned to face her, "you know how picky I am about my blood." She sighed but smiled when she looked back up at me. I winked at her and walked into my room.

Finally being alone again was comforting. I was just about all of the vampire stereo types. I loved being in the darkness, I fully painted my room black, I was very easily depressed…and more so.

I sat on my bed (which was coloured in black and red) and picked up my favourite book from the "House of Night" series, "Tempted". I've already read it about five times.

Fortunately, my world was a lot better than books. I mean, I loved being a vampire, even if I was half breed. And that just made it so many times better.

Out of nowhere, there was a thump. I already knew that Jacob had come in. I lifted my head with a huge grin planted on my face. I set my book down and stood up.

"Hey," he said. I parroted his 'hey'. For a while we just stood there, staring at each other. It wouldn't have been so awkward if I didn't know that something was on his mind. It wasn't exactly an affinity or gift I had…it was just, well, me.

I raised my eyebrow 'cause he clearly knew that I knew he had something that he was hiding. He sighed and shook his head. It was funny how well we understood each other without words. It was almost as if we had a special connection.

He just put a crooked half smile on his face which, weirdly, reminded me of my very own father. I frowned and his smile got all cocky and- I know we were just friends and all, but- hot.

I stopped that thought as if a red light smacked me in the face. I mentally shook myself and then said, "Are you cereal? You are not going to tell your best friend what's on your mind? C'mon Jake."

He sighed, grabbed my arms, and forced me to sit down on the bed again. I watched as he paced back and forth the length of my bed. When he finally stopped pacing, he sat down beside me and said, "You really don't have to worry about it. I'll tell you when it's time." he smiled.

I scratched my head and said, "Fine. Okay. Whatever." I got up and started my homework. Jake looked at me questionably. "What?" I asked annoyed. "I go to school to yuh know." and with that I turned back to my math work. I was kinda mad at Jake for not telling me anything, so I didn't say anything else.

I could feel the tension in him and couldn't help but feel sorry. Maybe if he saw my point of view he might tell me. Maybe he didn't know how deeply I cared about him and how worried I was.

Once I finished the question I was writing, I put my homework away, got up, and sat beside him again. I knew the only way he would know what I was thinking.

I took a breath and lifted my hand to his cheek. He gasped. I turned his head to look me in the eye and held his gaze. When I took my hand back he turned away from me.

"Please," is all I said. But he didn't say anything back. He just went out the window and went wolf. I watched as he scampered away. My tear-filled eyes made the star light blurry. And that is the first time in that day that I noticed that it was night time.

I was definitely upset that Jake didn't care enough about me to tell me what was wrong. It hurt that I felt he was untrustworthy. After 15 years of friendship too. A tear escaped my eye. It was then that I was so thankful about my human-ness. I loved how I could just sleep it off.

I lay down trying not to think about Jake and the pain, but I couldn't deny the fact that I just wanted to poor out tears and make it rain. Eventually, I was able to cry myself to sleep.