Authors Note: This will probably be my longest chapter, the others should be much shorter. Promise.

Chapter 1 – Hobbies and Interests

Renesmee's POV

My childhood seemed to rush by so fast. I just didn't seem to have enough time in the day to fit in everything I wanted to do. I seemed to have a new hobby every few months. Not that I ever actually gave up any of my interests, they just took second place to my new fascination. And I had many other interests but some were more notable than others. My first notable hobby was when I was around 8 months old... Geography

"Renesmee, sweetheart come in here please." She didn't have to say it loudly, I could have heard her upstairs without trouble.

"Yes mother?" As I entered the front room I found my mother and father sitting on the couch with a space between them for me, next to my mother was a small stack of books.

"Nessie dear," my father paused glancing at my mother to ensure he was not in trouble for using my nickname. Sensing he was not he continued, "Your mother and I are going to teach you to read." He calmly explained.

I could not contain my excitement as I bolted to the couch and jumped up taking the space between them. I had been so excited to learn to read, to understand how different symbols could contain a phrase, or even tell a story.

"Alright, calm down Renesmee," he chided me to no success.

It did not take long to explain all the different letters and characters. Due to my amazing memory I did not need to be told more than once to understand what they were trying to say, nor did they ever have to tell me what a word meant twice. And we quickly moved onto the small books to my mothers left.

What I could not understand however was my parents inability to notice the true meaning of the story, to read between the lines and see the strong metaphorical meanings.

"Nessie, honey..." My mother paused before continuing, obviously struggling through her surprise and lack of understanding. "Snow White was not a vampire."

"But don't you see mother?" I interrupted before she could continue. "Can't you see that the "kiss" that brought her back from the brink of death was obviously a vampire bite, and he clearly states her as having inhumane beauty, along with skin as white as snow. Not to mention that her lips as red as blood, is an obviously metaphor for drinking blood.

My parents both looked at each other open-mouthed, trying to decide who was to say what to argue the point. However seeming to realise that all the evidence clearly reinforces my point, they both sighed before my father removed the book and my mother replaced it with another.

"Awww, that was so sweet how Belle fell in love with the werewolf." As the last word left my mouth the irritation quickly made itself clear on my parents faces as a groan resonated from my mothers throat.

"How did you come to that conclusion Renesmee?" My father asked, resting his face in his hand.

After clearly explaining that Beauty and The Beast was about a werewolf and a human woman my father tried briefly to discourage my idea before giving up when mother replaced the book with another.

My mother and father looked at me expectantly as I closed the book, waiting to hear my opinion. My father looked a little more concerned as due to his mind reading ability he could guess what I thought of the book before I had even decided what it meant.

"You know," I began, "books really shouldn't encourage the idea of consuming unknown medications to young children." I stated plainly.

"WHERE DOES IT EVER SAY ANYTHING ABOUT DRUGS?" Mum loudly asked as my father just sighed.

"Oh all over the place, first of all there were all the food products which would give her all these different reactions, it was more obvious with the mushrooms however. And with the smoking caterpillar they weren't even trying to hide it, but the entire of wonderland was effectively one big acid trip." I explained calmly.

"THAT WAS HORRIBLE! I HATE IT! WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME SUCH AN AWFUL STORY?!" I demanded throwing the book across the room and wiping at the tears running down my face.

My parents tried for a few minutes to calm me down, telling me it was alright and everything would be okay and mainly just saying my name over and over in a soothing voice.

"What was wrong, Nessie dear? What upset you?" My father's soothing voice asked.

"Why did the wolf have to die?" I demanded through tears.

Dad cleared his throat before mother answered for him, "The wolf was the bad guy sweety..." she began before I cut her off.

"NO HE WASN'T! That horrid, mean little girl was just so awful to him." I explained between sobs "All the wolf wanted to do was eat biscuits and make friends, but that horrid, mean little girl treated him like a monster, and he couldn't take it any more. With everyone being so awful to him his whole life, he just snapped and attacked her grandmother." I paused taking a deep breath before continuing. "If she had just been nice to him, they could have been friends. But NO! She had to be so mean to him, when all he wanted to do was eat biscuits and make friends." I huddled deeper into my father's arms as my mother rubbed soothing circles on my back with her palm.

"But Renesmee," My mother began again, "The wolf was just an animal." She attempted to explain.

"NO! He can talk. If he can talk, he can think, if he can think he has a mind, if he has a mind he deserves to be treated equally, not like some monster. My best friend Jacob is a wolf, he can talk, he eats biscuits, how is he any different from the poor wolf who got his head cut off by that awful woodcutter?"

Mum looked at me a few moments, before walking towards the kitchen stating simply "I am going to make some biscuits."

My mood changed instantly, I liked biscuits. "OOH! BISCUITS YAY!"

Dad looked at me for a moment in thought before reaching for the next book.

"That doesn't make any sense." I mumbled around a mouthful of biscuits. "If the shoe fits, then why did it fall off?" I queried.

"Ask your mother," Dad instructed chuckling, "she has a few ideas about high heels, and running in them."

"Okay..." I excused. "But I still don't understand, how did she turn the mice into horses? I mean the whole pumpkin carriage thing could be possible if it was already enormous and she hollowed it out, but the mice?"

"It doesn't need an explanation Renesmee, it's just a story." He explained looking at me curiously. "You do know that these are just stories, don't you?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

And then it all made sense. "They aren't real?"

"No." Dad said simply as if it were obvious.

"Then why am I reading them? What is the point if they aren't even REAL? Why can't I read something that is actually true instead of all these confusing lies?"

My father looked at me in silence for a moment before collecting all the books and walking away without a word, leaving me on my own on the couch, awaiting his return.

"It's open." Dad called out interrupting my reading.

I looked up to see the door open and Jacob stick his head inside. "You know you could wait for me to knock before you say that." He sounded almost slightly annoyed which disappeared with a smile when he looked at me. "Hey Nes," he closed that door and began walking towards the couch.

"JACOB!" I exclaimed in excitement standing up on the couch as my father prevented the book and plate of biscuits from falling. "Mum made biscuits."

"Well that's a big book, what have you been up to?" He asked as he plonked down on the couch next to me.

"Dad's teaching me to read, mum was too but she left." I explained as my father coughed out the word "fled" thinking I wouldn't notice. I ignored him.

He looked at me, and then to the book before raising an eyebrow and repeating, "Like I said, that's a big book? What are you reading?"

"GEOGRAPHY!" I told him proudly as dad placed the book back on my lap.

Confusion and amusement spread across his face as he asked "wouldn't you be happier with a kids book?"

"Oh BELIEVE me we tried." You could just FEEL the exasperation in my father's voice. "But apparently, Snow White is a vampire, The Beast from beauty and the beast is a werewolf, Alice in wonderland is a drug trip, and don't even get me STARTED on Little Red Riding Hood." He sighed as he finished his speech.

"What's wrong with Little Red Riding Ho-" He was cut off by the biscuit dad stuffed in his mouth for some reason.

"WELL..." I began ignoring the whimper from my father.

And that's how I developed my fascination with Geography. It was so interesting to realise just how enormous the world was, dad even bought me a globe.

But after a while I knew pretty much everything my father's books and the internet could provide, and I was in need of a new form of entertainment. So when I was around 10 months old Dad taught me to play the piano.

And when I had sufficiently learnt to play all the songs I could find the sheet music for, Aunt Alice taught me to paint. I grew rather intrigued with painting wolves for a while. I liked focusing on the detail of the fur. Luckily I had a model.

I was just finishing up a painting of Jacob when Aunt Alice came outside. I was in the front yard standing on a stool in order to reach the easel. In front of me laying underneath a tree was a large rustic coloured wolf which looked, for all intensive purposes, like he was taking a nap.

"Hey there little one, what are you doing?" she asked as if it weren't obvious.

I turned my back on the painting to respond with "I am just finishing up. AND JACOB YOU BETTER NOT HAVE MOVED!" I warned without looking back.

Aunt Alice snickered at what was clearly going on behind me before saying her goodbyes and heading back inside to allow me to complete my painting.

Returning to my model I noticed immediately what my aunt had found amusing. "YOU MOVED!" I Accused, before sighing, the anger of my model becoming useless worn off I added "You may as well go get dressed, I'll finish it from memory."

As I was attempting to recreate the image in my mind Jacob returned fully clothed, (My parents had words with him about dressing properly if he were going to visit so often,) with an apologetic look on his face. He thought for a moment before finally speaking with, "Can I just ask? I thought I was in the same place, how did you know I had moved?"

"Your fur, it was out-of-place, around your neck mainly." I explained without looking up.

He was beside me now. "You compared it with the painting pretty fast, that's really impressive." Jacob commenting still feeling bad that he had upset me.

"I didn't compare it Jake, I have the best memory in the entire world." My voice was emotionless as I put everything into focusing on the painting.

"Nessie, no ones memory is THAT good." He chuckled as if it were a joke.

He was irritating me, I really wanted to finish the painting and he kept talking to me. Granted I probably shouldn't have, but I REALLY wanted to finish my painting, and he was distracting me. So I turned and pressed my hand to his cheek, recalling my earliest memories, my birth, in graphic detail.

As he stood there slack-jawed and awestruck, I wordlessly attempted to complete my painting before he spoke again.

But, sure enough, "Um...Wow... Okay... So," He swallowed before continuing. "You... You... Did I really upset you THAT much when I said... Those thing that I said?" He asked in mild surprise.

I recalled the memory myself. I liked him, I didn't know who he was, but I knew I liked him. But he pulled away when I tried to touch him, and he told my father to 'Throw it out the window.' "Rejection hurts." I shrugged.

He paused before saying, "You weren't even 10 minutes old!" His tone still slightly disbelieving.

"I wanted to be your friend." I tried to keep the emotion out of my voice so I just sounded like I was concentrating.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." His tone was laden with guilt.

Without a seconds hesitation I contradicted him with my simple statement of, "Yes you did."

Jacob sighed in defeat. "Okay so maybe I did, but I hadn't met you yet." He clearly had more to say, but I didn't want to hear it.

"Jacob," I cut him off before he could continue. "I forgave you, a long time ago. I had other things to worry about at the time, and I forgave you the second you smiled at me." I had finished the painting 46 seconds ago, but I didn't want to look him in the eye when I told him that. So I waited until now to exclaim, "There, done!" Ending the conversation then and there.

My next hobbies were alternating between learning to cook with my father, and being taught by Carlisle about, maths, since, and the medical difference between different species and in turn more about myself.

Next Aunt Rose taught me about hair and make-up, while Aunt Alice taught me about Designing clothing and sewing. It was around this time I made my first dress.

After that I became rather physical with my interests. I took to teaching myself Gymnastics, Yoga, along with many forms of dancing and fighting with the aid of books and DVD's etc. Then one day when I was roughly four years old, in a conversation with Jacob he happened to mention that uncle Jasper knew how to fight, so I asked him to teach me.

He looked about ready to say no so I put on the best puppy dog eyes I could and looked at him pleadingly in the one expression that no one can say no to.

He opened his mouth to turn down my request but not wanting to be the one to cause me disappointment said instead. "I um.. Well... If... If your parents are okay with it I have no problem with teaching you." Then he grinned at me so proud of himself for not being the one to say no to me.

Seeing as both my mother and father were in the room at the time I simply turned to my father who was currently glaring daggers at my uncle. Not letting my adorable pleading face fall I turned to my father and asked him in the sweetest voice I could muster. "Daddy," I dragged out the word to last around three syllables. "Can Uncle Jasper teach me how to fight?"

He paused nowhere near immune to my adorably begging. After a moment he responded with, "If your mother says yes." Also grinning at his easy escape from disappointing his little Angel.

And so I turned to my mother who had not looked up from her book during the entire exchange. "Mummy," I began but was immediately cut off by her saying, "Yes." Without looking up.

After everyone in the room all expressed their astonishment with a conjoined, "WHAT?"

She looked up only long enough to explain, "Renesmee, you are my baby girl and I love you. I don't ever want to see you hurt, we will always be here to protect you from any danger you might someday face. However on the off-chance that you do one day have to protect yourself, I would feel better knowing you could." After I had hugged and thanked her she turned to Dad and Uncle Jasper to remind them, "hey, you both said it was my decision."

It was one day a few months later in training with Uncle Jasper when he had brought Aunt Alice in to help him demonstrate a few moves that I got to thinking. When Aunt Alice left us she had kissed Uncle Jasper goodbye before heading inside. It wasn't like I had never seen people kiss before, and it was incredibly chaste at that. But it got me to thinking.

I already knew about the whole process of reproduction, Carlisle had told me about it years ago when explaining to me exactly what I was. But I had never really thought about it in much length before. Definitely never thought about doing it myself.

But that night I got to thinking.

What does it feel like to kiss someone? If must feel nice, otherwise people wouldn't do it. I knew about sexual attraction, well I knew what it was. But what was it like? And what is it like to be in love? I am never going to get to sleep if I can't get this stuff out of my head.

"Are you coming for a swim?" A familiar voice asked.

My eyes flew open and I sat up so fast it made my head spin. Looking to my left I saw him.

Jacob Black.

He was topless which he so rarely is these days, He was wearing creamy white cut-off's and he was on his side sitting up leaning on arm and looking at me with that smile which seemed to melt my stomach. Something was different about him. Something, but I couldn't quite place what.

"Renesmee? Are you listening to me?" He asked snapping me out of it.

"Um..." I realised he expected a response. "I'm sorry what?" Well that was ridiculous, I couldn't have said anything stupider.

He smiled at my discomfort before asking me again. "I said, are you coming for a swim?" I looked around and realised we were in a clearing surrounded by trees, right next to a small almost magical looking pond. I looked down and realised I was wearing a simple white dress. It had a round neck like with about inch thick straps and billowed down almost dreamily.

"Nessie?" Jacob asked once again.

"Um," I looked over to the pond. It did look very beautiful, so why not. "Sure," I told him, "I'd love to."

He held out his hand and I took it. I let him help me up and walk over to the stream, he let go of my hand long enough to dive gracefully into the water.

A moment later he reappeared shaking the water from his hair as he asked, "Coming?" With an inviting smile that I simply could not refuse.

Something should bother me in all this, but I honestly couldn't think what it could be so without making him wait any longer I stepped forward and jumped in.

The water made my dress dance almost magically as I waded toward him with much less effort than it should have been.

As I approached him he didn't hesitate before wrapping an arm about my waist, pulling me tight against him and pressing his lips against mine. Everything seemed to stop all I could feel was him, his lips against mine making me feel dizzy and numb, his arm against my waist, his body pressed against mine, and the water propelling about my legs as he kicked to keep us both afloat.

Then suddenly he stopped and we fell slowly under the water, but I had no trouble breathing. He had parted our lips and we just floated there, beneath the water with his arm about my waist holding me close.

With no need for words he brought our lips together again, and his hands began to roam my body as I realised I was exploring his with mine. My whole body began to feel so warm and... Nice. I never wanted it to end. And that is exactly when my alarm clock decided to go off.

I opened my eyes so fast realising it was all a dream. And I think... I think I was disappointed. My body still felt unusually warm however.

I rolled over and hit the button on my alarm clock. I didn't feel like getting up. I wanted to stay in bed and think. And that is when I saw it.

On my bedside table next to my alarm clock there was a book. Susan Wigs, The Horse Master's Daughter.

I picked it up and while flicking on the lamp I turned it over to read the blurb.

Once a privileged son of the South, Hunter Calhoun now stands a widower shadowed by the scandal of his wife's death. Burying himself in his success with breeding Thoroughbred racehorses, he's left his family to crumble and forgotten how to comfort his grieving children. When a prized stallion arrives from Ireland crazed and unridable, Hunter is forced to seek help for the beast. Removed from the world of wealth and social privilege, Eliza Fylte has inherited her father's famed gift for gentling horses. And when Hunter arrives with his wild steed, her healing spirit reaches further yet, drawing her to his shattered family and to the intense, bitter man who needs her, just as she needs him. Eliza understands what Hunter refuses to see-that love is the greatest healer of all. But can her kind, humble being manage to teach such an untethered man what truly matters in life?

It took me a minute to realise it was a romance novel.

DAD! Stay OUT of my head! I thought so loudly it probably made him cringe, wherever he was.

My father and I had an unspoken agreement, he would let me work things out on my own, and he would help me by leaving a new book on my bedside table every time I finished one. Sometimes there would be a little sticky note with a message, 'If you ever want to talk.'

Most of them were set a few centuries ago, some were even written that long ago. I didn't mind, Dad didn't like the stupid modern ones, and I really didn't care what era it was, I just wanted to follow the characters in their adventure of finding out what love was.

In my dreams I would tend to play the role of the lead female in the books. What had confused me was that Jacob was almost always the lead male in my dreams. I tried not to think about it, I didn't want to read too much into dreams. That was of course, until the day Jacob came to visit.

I couldn't tell what is was, but there was definitely something different about him. I had been staring at him for the last few minutes trying to work out what it was.

He turned at looked at me dead on and told me flatly, "Okay my face cannot be THAT interesting."

The words were out of my mouth before I even knew what was happening, "On the contrary, I have always found you very intriguing, and you have a lovely face." And that was when I realised just how stupid my confession sounded, and my face very rudely decided to attempt to impersonate a tomato, despite my telling it not to.

Jacob paused before laughing lightly; he looks so cute when he laughs.

Did I really just think that?

"Um, thanks kid, you're not so bad yourself." He smiled and my heart fluttered, I could feel the effects of his smile deep in my stomach.

And THAT was when I got a new interest, a rather unexpected one, but one I would rather like to pursue... Jacob Black.

Authors Note: Sorry about all the narration and flashbacks should disappear in the second chapter WILL be gone by the third. I have never read The Horse Master's Daughter I just googled romance novels and grabbed whatever looked good. No copywrite intended.

This is my first published story, please review. Looking forward to constructive criticism.

~SophieAngel69