A Jacob/Renesmee Fanfic.
By Mistyrious_Charades
Summary: With a name like Renesmee and vampires for parents, my life is a little complicated. But there are crazier things on the horizon, like falling for my teacher, who for stupid noble reasons, can't be with me. But whether or not he likes it Jacob Black and I were meant to be together.
Disclaimer: I love Twilight but I don't own anything. That right belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I am not in league with her or associate with her or anyone owning rights to Twilight. Though I am a huge fan and becoming a Cullen vampire would indeed be very nice.
Chapter One
When both of your parents were vampires, it meant that the safety of your fellow students came before your own. They knew I could look after myself. It was the kids in my class, particularly the boys that they were worried about.
In a nutshell, Dad just didn't want what happened to him, to happen to me. Or, he didn't want me to feel the same "pain" he had felt when he had met my mother.
The danger was that I would meet and fall in love with someone - only to then longingly desire for their blood and eat them alive. Thanks Dad, for the inheritance warning.
It's not like I didn't appreciate the concern, but I highly doubted that I was going to fall for any of the Forks' High students. True, I couldn't predict my reactions; it had been a long time since I had been around anyone who was one hundred percent human, but there was only one real person that held my interest.
And he had left me.
In the most weird and bizarre way, the forces of nature had bound us together, but he didn't want "ancient native magic," (or so he called it), to decide our fate. He was determined that I choose him for my own, by my own accord. He was the closest thing I had to a brother, and to a friend, and yet nothing I could say could convince him otherwise to have stayed.
My Dad had never wanted Jake to stay. He knew how much he had loved me but I think Dad, amongst Aunt Rosalie and a few others, were the final straw in my best friend's decision to leave. I had never forgiven him for that.
Mom had been friends with Jacob too, and though she hadn't exactly warmed to the idea of him imprinting on me, she hadn't try to stop it from happening either. I could tell she missed him sometimes, but it was nowhere near to how much I missed him, even though he had left years ago.
On my first day at Forks' High, I tried to keep to myself. It wasn't an easy task; all the students stared at me like I was a freak to ogle at, and I had to constantly remind myself that I in fact knew nothing about them, when in truth I could, thanks to my parents, retrace their families histories better than even their grandparents were able to. What could I say? It pays to have a family of immortals.
"That's a really nice bracelet you've got there," someone said, complimenting me. I smiled, acknowledging the comment. The bracelet had once been a graduation gift to my mother. Jake had given it to her, attaching a wooden wolf pendant to it that he had made himself. My dad had later added a diamond heart to the chain. I was really fond of it.
I took my chances with the friendly girl, "You wouldn't happen to have Spanish right now, would you?"
She beamed at me, "Actually I do. Want to walk with me to class?"
And that was how I met Sam Cheney, the daughter of Angela and Ben Cheney whom both had gone to school with my mother and father. I didn't think bringing up the fact that my parents had gone to school with hers was a good conversational idea, seeing as my parents hadn't aged at all, so I stayed quiet after that.
Sam was a good friend. In a lot of ways, she was just like how my mother had remembered Angela. She was with me in most of my classes, English and Government to name a few. But then we reached the Bio lab and Sam had to go to Calculus.
"Damn," I muttered, "I was hoping we'd be together for the whole day."
"Don't worry," she smiled, "Lizzie and Mikey Newton are really nice and I'm pretty sure they have Bio now too. Maybe you can sit with the twins?"
Newton? As in offspring of Jessica Stanley and Mike Newton? Ugh.
"Thanks Sam," I mumbled and then walked into class. I spotted Lizzie and Mikey almost immediately. They may not have been identical, but Lizzie looked almost as if Mikey was wearing a long wig of golden hair and sitting next to himself. Even as a half vampire, it was hard to tell the difference. I smiled at Lizzie, and then went to sit down.
"That's reserved for Yorkie," she said matter-of-factly, "You can't sit there."
I was taken aback by her words. I was never usually up for rejection. I didn't mind though; I hadn't really wanted to sit next to her in the first place.
"Lizzie, there's no need to be rude," Mikey whispered to her, but she shushed him and I headed towards an empty seat at the back. I could feel Mikey's eyes on me as I made my way but I didn't turn around to look at him.
Bio was turning out to be a very interesting class. It was fifteen minutes in already - and the teacher hadn't shown up. The class was getting stirred. Everyone was having too much fun mucking around to bother to get a teacher. I didn't want to be a spoilsport so I started on my own English homework. In another world, I would have definitely gone to get the teacher. I loved Bio. My grandfather Carlisle had already taught me so much.
In the seat that had been reserved for 'Yorkie,' (a possible relation of Eric's), a vain, yet slightly attractive boy, sat flirting with Lizzie. Ah, so explains the rejection. Mikey turned around and caught my eye. Embarrassed, I kept my head down. Please don't come here. Please don't come here. Please don't come here.
"Hi!" Mikey said and I felt my whole demeanor shrink, "I'm Mikey Newton. I'm sorry; I didn't quite catch your name?"
I usually introduced myself as Nessie, it was far easier to remember, but the opportunity to confuse him was too good to pass up. "Renesmee," I greeted.
"Oh," he smiled, "That's a very interesting name. Mind if I take a seat?"
I heard my cell beep in my pencil case. It was a text from dad! What was he - ?
Nessie, please. Anyone but Newton…
I smiled, "Sure Mikey, take a seat."
We started talking. Mikey may have looked like his sister but they sounded like complete opposites. He was obsessed with basketball, though through my estimate he may only have been five foot, and his sister was a competitive dancer. He also liked to read and write which I thought was highly introverted of him whereas his sister was the top of the social elite.
"I know Lizzie may have come across as a little rude but it's only because she has thing for Yorkie aka Mr. Vain. You should come and sit with us at lunch."
I smiled nodding, and then I remembered Sam. "Is it okay if I bring someone with me?"
He laughed, "You don't need my permission! You can bring whoever you want."
"Cool, thanks," I said, "Have you met Sam Cheney?"
His brows immediately furrowed, "Sam?"
"Yeah she's really skinny, wears glasses, has her hair tied up in a messy lop sided ponytail?"
His face immediately relaxed, "Oh! Sam is a girl! Of course she is! No, I haven't met her, but I'm sure she's lovely."
I was confused. I was making him jealous already? Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to ignore my dad's text.
"What's wrong?" he asked noticing the puzzled look on my face.
"Nothing," I lied, then instantly decided against it, "Actually my dad hates you."
"Whoa…!" was all Mikey could respond, "That's pretty deep. Do I know your father?"
"He's Dr. Cullen. He works with my mom in a children's hospital out of town."
Mikey nodded, "Cullen eh? Hey, I know who you are now!" He had finally pieced it together. "You're Nessie Cullen! Why'd you tell me your name was Renee?"
I laughed, "Actually I told you my name was Renesmee, and I told you that because that is my name. Nessie is a shortened version, a nickname."
He nodded, "That makes sense. See, if you introduced yourself as 'Nessie,' I'd probably guess your full name was Vanessa."
Suddenly, the door to the biology lab swung forth and a rather tall, built man walked inside. I didn't take notice of him first, figuring he was the designated teacher and getting my books out, also figured that class would finally resume now.
But somehow, my eyes seemed to stray to his perfect stride, then to his black jeans and stripy navy poncho. His hair was long and even though his back was turned, I felt like I had known this man my whole life.
Mikey was talking to me but his voice drowned out by the mysterious distraction of the well-dressed teacher. It was a very weird feeling. I hadn't felt this way about anyone before, not in a long time, and certainly not a teacher.
Then he turned to face us and my eyes immediately fell on the name he had transcribed in chalk onto the blackboard:
Jacob Black