SPOILER ALERT!

Please read the twilight saga first, you will understand the story way better people!

I sadly don't own the twilight saga, but you still have to read it…

Go! Read! Now!

So for the people who are reading and loving the twilight sage, here are my thoughts on Renesmee...

It's not the rest of forever… just a random little thing that popped in my head.

It is a bit pointless, especially in the beginning, but I thought it was pretty cute ^.^
Please enjoy...

Renesmee's stuffed animals...?

Renesmee POV

I was sitting in my room in the cottage. For once, I was alone. It felt a bit strange...

Even my Jacob was not here, because he was on wolf patrol.

Normally I was surrounded with people. Not that I minded, I loved having everyone around me. Still it was nice to have some time for myself, I thought, as I looked over to my most precious belongings. My stuffed animals. Apart from of course my Mother and Father, Jacob, aunt rose, aunt Alice, uncle Emmett and...

One particularly bear caught my eye, something about it seemed familiar.

It was big, cuddly and had a funny grin on its face. It reminded me of uncle Emmett.

Uncle Emmett was funny too. He always knew how to cheer me up.

Not that I was sad a lot. I just had some times I wasn't as cheerful.

Mom said it was normal, dad said it was thirst. Grandfather Carlisle said it was the growth spurts.

Uncle Emmett then always told me it was a little annoying and giggling puff ball that was ringing inside of my pretty head.

The image of a puffball inside of me made me laugh. My family had liked it too, because the next day They had bought me a giant puffy ball. Almost bigger than Alice!

My Jacob almost chocked in laughter, but now he liked the puff.

Uncle Emmett was a really good Uncle, although I saw him more as a really big brother.
sometimes we would wrestle with each other, over really pointless things.

Like this morning, when he grabbed the last cookie Rachel had made for me and Jacob and stuffed it in his mouth.

He didn't even like cookies! I had wanted to share the last one for when Seth would come over and now that plan was ruined. So I sprang at him. Put my arms around his neck and grounded my feet on his back.

I refused to let go until he apologised, he considered. Made a quick movement and got me somehow trapped in his marble like arms.

Emmett walked out of the house and threw me at least 20 feet up in the air, before he caught me and put me on the front porch steps.

After that he made a run to Rachel's new house and brought me a new bucket of cookies.

That was typical Emmett. Strong and a bit rough, but still very sweet like.

I once told him that and he started to tickle me, but I could see he liked to hear that.

I walked over to the bear and picked it up. It was really big, like uncle Emmett, I always loved it when he picked me up and carried me around on his shoulders.

The bear was black with white paws and a white belly.

The little black dots, known as the eyes, looked like uncle Emmett's when he was hungry.

I didn't like his eyes when he was hungry.

Not like my Jacob's eyes. They were a beautiful kind of black.

I put the Emmett-bear on my bed, right next to one of my favourite animals. My Jacob-wolf. It was red, but not the kind of russet Jacob's fur was, his fur was much prettier.

I loved Jacob both in his normal and wolf form. I always felt good around him. He was always there if I needed him. Like he could feel it.

I loved all of the wolves and the wolf girls, but Jacob was and would always be the best.

He took my out running sometimes and I could ride on his back, or he would just lay down and I could play next to him, he didn't even mind me playing on him, it was fun playing with his fur.

Yet, he didn't even mind me biting him. Daddy told me not to do that, but Jacob didn't seem to mind and he tasted very good. Not drinkable, just good.

He would never get tired of playing my favourite game with me. Although my favourite game changed a lot. Every few months.

Right now, it was hide and seek. Really big hide and seek. We would play it in the mountains. I thought about yesterday, when I hided in a little lake and he couldn't find me, because he couldn't smell me in the water. I had to come to the surface eventually, I could hold my breathe long. Longer then grandpa Charlie could, even longer than Billy could, Jacob's father. Almost a third grandfather to me. I loved his little red house. It made me think of Jacob's fur and the stories Billy told me were wonderful. I could listen to him for hours. Usually I sat on Jacob's lap while listening, biting him when it got dangerous or exciting until he thought it was better to go home. He then would drive me back with his rabbit-car – didn't knew why he called it that, it didn't even look like a rabbit— and at home I would show all of my family members the stories like I imagined them. Then my mom, dad, Jacob or any other member of my family brought me to the cottage. I especially loved it when my mom and Jacob brought me. There I dreamed about wolves, old legends and happiness in the end

Billy was a great story teller, like he was a great quileute leader.

I had quite a few wolf teddies. One of them white and grey, but with a brown, sharp snout seemed to look at me. I picked him up to and put him next to my Jacob-wolf.

The three of them looked nice, but something was missing. They looked lonely.

I looked around. Maybe I could get them some more company.

I had a lot of stuffed toys. I always asked a few as presents and because I got a lot of presents from my very big family, I had a lot of stuffed toys.

I walked to the end of my bed. There sat the two stuffed toys my mom and dad gave my when I was six months old.

A wild cat, not lion like. Smaller, more slender. The other one was a cute white little sheep.

A lamb.

It made me think of the human memory I had of my mother.

Of course this teddy wasn't covered in blood, but it had a very happy face. Just like my mother in that memory. Just like I remembered her before I could see. When it was dark, but I could still feel her.

I couldn't describe it; I once tried it with grandfather Carlisle. He looked very interested, but even my smart grandfather couldn't really understand. I tried to show him, usually my gift cleared things up, but it only got him more confused. So I didn't mention it again.

Still, that time before I could see remembered me of the lamb. Soft, lovable. I felt incredibly safe, warm and cushy. I already knew and loved my mother back then, and I knew she had loved and known me too back then. That hadn't changed a thing since then. My mother and I understood each other in a way only my mind reader for a father could understand a little

She was beautiful in that one memory, human beautiful. Like Jacob.

Now she was beautiful too, but in another way. More graceful and fast. Like the small wildcat.

I could always talk to my mother; she had a really complex mind and beauty a beauty other then her face in it. Of course I heard the story about how my parents fell in love. – it was one of my favourite bed time stories, where other stories bored me quickly, that one I could listen to forever —

I loved my mother immensely; she always knew what I needed. She could even shield us when we were talking about stuff we didn't want my father to hear our thoughts about, but usually just to tease him.

I decided to put the wildcat next to the Jacob-wolf, but didn't forget he lamb. I really liked it, so I put it next to my pillow. It seemed to belong there. Like the wildcat belonged with the others.

It was like I was making a family out of my stuffed toys.

It had mom, Jacob, uncle Emmett and even grandpa Billy.

I looked at all of my other stuffed animals.

they all looked just like teddies. Not like the almost living ones sitting on my bed

Maybe in my closet…

I opened the door to my closet, full with clothes, shoes, accessories and of course, my toys and my stuffies.

I saw one sitting at a shelve; it was a mean looking snake. I shuddered. I put it there because it scared me. For some reason I didn't wanted it to be given to charity, like my grandmother Esmee had suggested. I didn't want it close, but still felt it had to be kept near. To make sure it didn't do anything bad.

On the floor of my closet was a little set of birds. Red ones, yellow ones, and even a blue one.

I liked one more then the others. It was a small, silk black bird. Very pretty, but also looking like it hided something you didn't expect. Like she wasn't as cute and vulnerable as it looked like.
the eyes did it. They looked caring, strong and happy, but mostly a bit staring, like it stared at something yet to come.

It looked like my aunt Alice

My aunt Alice was the first one that took me to the big city. Mom, dad, Jacob, Rose and my grandparents came with us, but it was thanks to her I could actually go.

She had talked to dad for days, pleading him to let me go. Jacob, knowing I wanted to go, but hesitant because I could get hurt or scared, was easily brought to our side, when she told him he could bring Quill and Claire if he wanted. Claire because I really liked her, and Quill would mean an extra safety for me. Quill also meant that he could co car shopping with him.

It had been a wonderful day; of course Alice hadn't been able to see what was going to happen because she couldn't see me or any werewolf with her gift.

Her gift still became in handy when she saw when it was going to storm and we would go and play sports. Sometimes joined by some werewolves. Such events were both thrilling and hilarious.

Thrilling because the games always got very intense, especially with the speed of vampires and werewolves.

Hilarious because, well, vampires and werewolves…

I loved my aunt Alice; she always was there to help me with exactly what I needed at that moment.

She always dressed me in pretty clothes and I loved watching her and my mother talk. They were sisters and best friends.

So I decided to put the Alice-bird next to the Bella-cat.

It looked nice there, but something was missing. Like a person in the middle of the sun, without a shadow.

No, that didn't get it.

It was like summer without spring and the dog I saw in the park, aunt Alice and uncle Jasper took me, that had lost his Frisbee.

Suddenly, I got it. Jasper was missing. Alice needed Jasper, Jasper needed Alice. Simple.

I searched my whole room and closet next looking for something that would look like Jasper.

I didn't found it, but I did found a very beautiful looking peafowl.

It was royal blue, with emerald green and pretty feathers that looked and felt very realistic.

It wasn't only beautiful. It looked very sweet and caring, like the way my aunt Rosalie looked at me.

Aunt Rosalie was very beautiful, even for a vampire, but her soul was prettier. The ones who

knew that –and the ones that weren't on her very dangerous blacklist— would agree with me on that.

Believe me; Rosalie could be really scary if she wanted to. Like the one time she and Emmett took me to a playground, something I enjoyed a lot when I was about a year old. Looking like a four year old I didn't seem unusual. Still people looked at me funny, sometimes even stared. They found me very interesting, partly because Alice made me wear a dress and a golden bow in my hair.

One man in particularly thought I was something interesting and grabbed my dress after I sled down the older kid's slide. He tried to run away. I didn't like him, he didn't smell good.
even before I could react Rosalie stood in front of the man. I think it was also her beauty that made him stop, because a really weird smirk spread across his face.
He quickly changed the smirk in to a very, very scared expression. Aunt Rosalie didn't even needed Emmett's big posture to scare him off. –even though that certainly helped his decision—

The look in her eyes was probably one of the most scary I had ever seen. It almost topped the look on Jacob's face when he found out about what happened.

Rosalie was always there for me to talk with. She always had good advice and helped me on her own way. Not like Alice, pleading for days, but softly seducing and leading everyone in the direction she wanted them to go. After she did something like that, she always winked at me and smiled her beautiful smile. Better than the human toothpaste folder I saw at grandfather Charlie's house.

I decided to put the peafowl next to the bear, it fitted. As Rosalie and Emmett fitted together.

I started to look around again, searched every little part of my room, but didn't find anything that looked good. I sat on my bed, next to the stuffed animals and huffed. I wanted to finish the Teddy-family.

I decided to go to my room in the big house. I got stuffed animals there too.

Giggling about the fact how absurdly many gifts I always got I put the stuffies in a box and darted out of my bedroom.

The house was still empty, I didn't need to check. I could hear there was nobody home.

I had no idea where my mom could be; maybe she was out hunting with dad and some others.

I wasn't used to being alone, but I didn't mind right now, my partly vampire mind was easily distracted and right now I was busy with my animal family.

I still gave a look into the living room. It was so my mom, the living room. Out of the stories I got my grandmother Esmee sort of made the cottage. She did, of course, a brilliant job.

In the living room I saw that someone, probably Jacob, had forgotten to turn out a lamp.

I walked towards it to turn it off, when I saw one of my older stuffed animals.

It was my first, actually. A tiger, orange and black. It looked sweet and caring. Totally not like a dangerous tiger. More like a cat, a really sweet 'you just have to love it' tiger-cat.

I got it from Esmee, naturally.

My grandmother. Esmee. Probably the sweetest person you will ever meet. Everybody knows that, it's not really a secret. Even normal humans know she is. She 'adopted' all these children for crying out loud.

She always holds the peace between everyone, like Jacob and Rosalie, or my dad and Alice.

It's not really fighting. Just really not agreeing with each other…

Like that time Alice and Rosalie wanted me to go to school, and my father and Jacob being downright against it.

I didn't like the idea of going to school. There would be a lot of people there, and my growing would be clearly visible. Also, I would be so much smarter then the kids that looked the same age as me.

Not only because I remembered right about everything. Also because my mind got smarter and more grown even faster then my body.

It would be really complicated and I would miss a lot of time with my family. I included the wolf-family to that.

On the other hand, I had always been really curious and I was really interested in how school would be.

Rosalie said we could age me really high, like six, when I looked 4. I could grow into six and higher in a few months and people would think I just started to grow late.

After that we could transfer me to another school and make the same scheme again.

I thought it was pretty smart, but still my father didn't want to take the risk.

'I thought you were always the one wanting to protect our secret.' He stated, almost angry.

'It is too dangerous,' Jacob agreed. 'do you want her getting hurt? I want you to bet she will.' He huffed.

He would only calm down after I put my hand on his arm and send him calming images.

My dad spoke again: 'if they find out about her and start to investigate us. What do you think will happen? The first priority should be her and our safety.' He and Rosalie glared at each other.

I just looked at them, sitting with my legs crossed on the floor, from one to the other.

Esmee came with the solution. She was really good at that sort of stuff. Almost as good as she was at building perfect houses.

Esmee always made solutions. When I had to choose between going to la Push with Jacob, shopping with Alice, doing some research with grandfather Carlisle, or going hunting with my parents.

She would always make it turn out right.

Eventually everyone agreed that I would go to school when the growing was slow enough, like Huilen had told us. It wouldn't happen within a few years, but everybody was happy with it. Even I was. Witch was what it was all about. I would go to school, with minimum risk and I would be a few years older, still smarter, faster and stronger then others, but I was becoming good at acting normal.

Everybody got its way

That's Esmee.

I put the cat-Esmee in the box and turned off the light. After that I walked out the front doors and down our pavement.
As I started to run, the box securely in my hands, absent minded flitting through the familiar path to the great house I thought of who more were there in my young but overfull life.

And would I find all of them?

Sorry for the total pointlessness of this story...

This story is focused on Renesmee and how I think she thinks about some things…

This turned out to become longer then I thought.

So let's continue some other time and see what our favourite half vampire is going to do next...