Hey, everyone! I'm really excited to start this fanfiction. :D I'd like to just say that most of the characters, with a few exceptions for characters I add, are the property of Stephenie Meyer and I am in no way trying to take credit for anything but the story line of this. Anyway, I would really appreciate reviews and I hope you like it.

Chapter One: For Good (Wicked)

Third Person Point of View

Jacob was laying sprawled across the couch in the Cullen's living room, air being sucked into his open mouth loudly. Around him, sealed boxes were stacked in such disarray that the area looked more like a maze than a room. A sudden high pitched screech sounded from the back yard, causing the slumbering teenager to jerk awake and tumble from the couch.

"Ouch! Damn it, that fucking hurt." He mumbled, pressing his large hands to the ground beneath him in order to lift himself off of the plush carpet. Shouts erupted from the backyard yet again, causing a scowl to etch into his face.

Stalking towards the backdoor, Jacob yanked the glass pane out of the way. It had been almost three days since he had last slept, between grudgingly packing boxes of his belongings at the speed of a snail and trying to keep up with the sixteen year old vampire running out her frustrations from Forks, Washington to Toronto, Canada. He chuckled at the thought of her humorously snide comments whenever the word "moving" was uttered in her presence.

A pleased smirk broke across his face as he stepped onto the back porch, watching the vampiric activities taking place. Emmett Cullen, stood on one side of a broken table, a giant grin splitting his face. "Listen, little one. It's not my fault that you simply can't measure up to my strength. Perhaps one day you'll be able to take me, but that day isn't today."

Renesmee Cullen glared up at her uncle in defiance. It being so early in the morning, the thin girl stood outside in black, short shorts and an extremely tight black tank top. Jacob let his eyes rake her pale body up and down, extremely enjoying the sight of bronze curls springing out around her head like a lion's mane. "Perhaps one day you'll be chopped up into pieces and sizzling in a bonfire." She mumbled not so quietly.

"That was a bit too far. Don't you think, Edward?" Emmett directed the question behind Jacob's head.

Shoving Jacob aside in response to his repulsive thoughts, Edward crossed the yard to block the tan boy's view of his daughter. "I do believe that was a tad bit far. Just because you aren't pleased with relocating, doesn't mean that you can take it out on your family. You'll make friends soon enough."

Sarcastic laughter burst forth from Renesmee's throat before she could control herself. "Yes, because I have so many friends now."

It was a sadly true statement. Jacob knew that there was no one from Renesmee's school that she considered even the lowliest of acquaintances. And it definitely wasn't for the same reason that the older Cullens had refused to have friends when they had been in high school.

Renesmee thoroughly enjoyed the artform of verbal and physical altercations, making fighting with anyone who would allow it, her drug of choice. Her family, including Jacob and the pack of werewolves he ran with, were the lucky exceptions to her wrath for the most part.

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Jacob snapped jokingly, leaning his half-naked body against the doorframe. He watched the young girl's face erupt into excitement and pleasure at seeing him awake to spend time with her again. It felt good to know that he could bring a smile to her face even when her exterior was normally so hard and closed off. "Is that what you're wearing today?"

Quickly catching on to the hidden meaning of his words, the bronze haired beauty bit her lip in a slightly erotic, yet teasing, gesture. "Well I would hate to leave the good town of Forks with images of me fully clothed."

Edward opened his mouth to threaten the wolf's life, then move on to his daughter's, but Renesmee slipped by him quickly and pulled Jacob into the house behind her. "One of these days, he's going to kill us and I won't be able to stop him. Obviously, I can't even win at arm wrestling against Emmett."

Wrapping one arm around her as he directed them towards the kitchen, Jacob rolled his eyes at her comment. "You aren't supposed to be able to take down a man that is pure muscle from head to toe. And I can take care of Edward with my eyes closed. Not that I will… Bella probably wouldn't like that very much."

"No, I would assume not." Renesmee felt a shy smile creep across her face as she rested her head against his bare chest once they stood alone in the bright kitchen, her arms wrapping around his muscular torso of their own accord. "Are you sure that you want to come with us next week? All your friends are here and I'd hate for you to be unhappy in wherever the hell we're going."

"Come on, I bet Astoria, Oregon is a lovely place. With its population of 9,000… Doesn't sound like such a horrible choice of residence. Besides, I'm happy to be wherever you are. We can visit Sam and the boys every weekend if we want, and I'm sure that Seth will show up on our doorstep more often than we want."

Grinning widely as she broke out of Jacob's grasp, Renesmee crossed to the cabinets filled with every kind of cereal known to man. "I don't see why you're so excited about going. I'd give anything to just stay here for the rest of my existence."

She had been going on about how much she didn't want to leave for weeks, complaining about everything from having to establish her reputation all over again to the population upgrade from Forks. Jacob could tell that the real issue was that she was scared of having to start her life over alone. Well not totally, because Jacob had volunteered to enroll in high school with her since the rest of the "teenagers" would be taking a few years off from their constant loop of repeated education.

Having already basically completed her freshman year, Renesmee would be enrolling as a sophomore and Jacob would be a junior for the second time in his life.

"So I was thinking… We should totally have fun with this. My high school in La Push didn't have a football team and I always wanted to play. This might be a good time to do everything that we want to do." He eyed her reaction to his hidden proposition as she chewed thoughtfully on her cereal. "For example, you might want to try out for the soccer team again…"

"Absolutely not."

"But, Ness…"

"I said no, Jake. It didn't work out so well the last time, and I refuse to repeat the situation." Renesmee had tried out for the local soccer team at the beginning of the year. She was good, extremely good, but the other girls didn't seem to like her other worldly appearance or the attention she was receiving from the boys' team that they would scrimmage with every weekend.

Since Bella and Edward had supposedly graduated years prior to Renesmee's maturity to her final stage of growth and were supposedly in Juneau, Alaska, she had been alone after the first game of the season. The soccer fields were conveniently placed in the fenced field behind the local recreation center, making it impossible to enter or exit without walking through the building.

The lovely girls of the soccer team that were sick of the attention Renesmee was receiving had proceeded to steal her gym bag and hang her underwear and bras in clear view of anyone who walked through the front lobby of the building. When Renesmee had reached the crowded lobby herself, the entire boys' soccer team was guffawing over the elevated undergarments.

She had snatched her things down from the ceiling and spun towards the girl that had spearheaded the prank happily, punching her as hard as she could allow herself to without killing someone. Only after an extremely long session of anger management classes and a formal apology to the girl with the black eye was Renesmee allowed to come back to school, but by then her loving attitude had been replaced with reservation and anger.

"I just think you should think about it. You loved it so much and nothing should hold you back from enjoying yourself. Who knows, maybe we'll become the "It" couple and rule this new school." The thought of being considered the other half of a couple with Renesmee excited him beyond words.

Dumping her empty bowl into the sink, Renesmee leaned against the counter across from Jacob. "I'll think about it. It might be fun to be admired and feared at the same time. But you're going too fast. I've gotta get through my last day before I even begin to think months into the future. That's Alice's forte, not mine."

Nessie's Point of View

The moment the final bell rang I was out of my seat and out the door. My last day had gone exactly the way every other day had for eight months; no one talked to me, though I was stared at a lot, and only teachers acknowledged that I would be disappearing from Forks forever. Though that wasn't quite the case, I'd be back in Washington as much as I could to visit the wolves and my mother's father, Charlie.

My grandfather had opted out of hearing the gory details of my birth and the strangeness that surrounded my father's family. And since he didn't know the truth about anything in my life, he had to take my exaggerated growth streaks in stride. Technically, I would be around four years old at the moment, had I grown up like a normal child without vampire blood flowing through my veins. As it was, I looked and acted the age of a sixteen year old, which is where I would probably stay for the rest of all eternity.

Charlie and I didn't really have anything to talk about except my mother, and, on occasion, Jake. He would get to talking about the portion of my mother's childhood that he was a part of, eventually moving into the years that she had met my father. It was always interesting to hear, I had acquired an interest for life stories, and each time I had more questions for him to answer.

Pulling the hood of my favorite black jacket up to cover my face, I let my eyes rake the school yard. There were the definite clichés, gathered in their respected sections of the parking lot and surrounding grassy area, but I couldn't bring myself to want a part in any of it. To say that I loved being the loner, aggressive bitch would be an understatement. I didn't feel the need to change that about myself at all. As my eyes traveled from teenager to teenager, they came to rest on a tall figure leaning against a shiny, silver Volvo parked on the street.

"Fuck my life." I mumbled under my breath, not caring that my father could hear it and would surely scold me for it later. He was waiting patiently for me when I reached the sidewalk in front of him. "You know, I can walk home. Or if I was really loved, someone could let me finally get my driver's license."

Chuckling to himself, Dad stepped around me and strode towards the building I had just managed to escape for the last time. "While I am here to take you home, my primary goal was to pick up your transcript."

I followed him reluctantly, looking up to meet the eyes of every staring person as we passed. My father was obviously considered an attractive man, but it creeped me out to see the gawking faces of blotchy faced girls and envious guys. Reaching forward to place my hand on his pale arm, I shot him images of disturbance and disgustion, to which he didn't reply.

The woman sitting behind the counter in the main office glowered at me when we entered the little building. It's safe to say that even the adults weren't extremely happy with my lack of respect and complete disregard for proper conduct. However, when her eyes raked over the tall man standing beside me, a look of excited recognition flashed across her face.

"Edward Cullen! I haven't laid eyes on you since you graduated. You haven't aged a bit." No shit, lady. "How has adult life been treating you?"

Always a gentleman, Edward, the name I got to call him directly when we were in public,smiled kindly in response to her excitement. "Quite well, thank you. I'm back in town to help the family move. Actually, I was wondering if I could pick up a copy of Renesmee's transcript for our father. He would really appreciate the help."

Carlisle had quickly circulated a lie about his new teenage adoptive child, leaving Edward and Bella as my "siblings". It was a strange concept to treat my parents as equals when in public, but that doesn't mean that I didn't take advantage of it.

Her smile quickly diminished as her gaze settled back on me. "Of course, I can do that. Unfortunately, we will have to include a record of her many… Disciplinary issues."

"That is understandable. Thank you for the help." We waited patiently for her to copy the papers, and were soon sitting in the cool interior of the Volvo. Dad turned to me and huffed loudly in annoyance. "This had got to stop, Renesmee. Our goal is to stay under the radar wherever we are, its how we will survive without exposure. You need to find a way to either squelch your anger on demand or simply stay away from temptations.

"I understand that you enjoy fighting. It has become abundantly clear. But if I can't trust you alone at this new school, Bella and I will join you there. Do you understand me? All I want is for you to be the tiniest bit normal, possibly to the point where you can fit in."

Shaking my head defiantly, I pulled my lips into a scowl. "Normal is boring. And I won't be alone; I'll have Jake there with me."

As the car sped down the damp roads toward our home, I heard Dad mumble to himself something that sounded like. "As if Jacob could possibly keep you out of trouble."

Renesmee's Point of View

Upon arriving at home, I had flown past my father and through the seemingly empty house before my family could interrupt my quickly boiling anger. I wasn't quite sure why, but keeping calm under even the least irritating situations was quickly becoming harder for me to do.

Raking my hair back from my face, I flung open the door to my safe haven, my bedroom. Almost a year prior I had talked my way into redesigning the predominantly pink mass of glitter that I was forced to sleep in day after day, courtesy of Alice. Now I had plush charcoal grey carpet that flowed in wide expanses to the walls that I had painted black with white geometric designs placed sporadically.

The white ceilings arched into high peaks that were covered in white, Christmas lights that shone like stars during the night. My bed, the only focal point with color in the room, had a soft, blood red comforter to keep me warm since Jacob wasn't allowed to stay the night with me anymore. Everything else was rather standard, just on a much larger scale; a vanity table, mounted T.V., my desk, and quite a few bookcases completed the space to my liking. Needless to say, Alice hadn't been pleased with me changing her masterpiece, but wasn't horrified at what I had chosen either.

I threw my backpack into the corner before flinging my body across my bed. Although the last day of school was over, my stomach still felt as if I was being punched. The move wasn't only something I didn't like, but something that I was dreading with all of my being. I knew that I wasn't being fair, it's part of our existence that we must move to stay inconspicuous, but I couldn't help but feel as if things would be changing very soon.

Never having been good at just staring into space without doing anything, I crawled across the soft carpet to the nearest bookshelf. Yanking a rather thick novel out at random, I pranced to my desk where I always performed my favorite hobby. While reading the new books that I supplied myself with via the internet, I would highlight passages or quotes that I found particularly clever or inspiring. It didn't really make any sense for me to be doing this, I couldn't write anything to save my life, but I enjoyed it none the less.

An hour or so must have passed when I heard a soft knock at my door. "Come in." I spoke normally, assuming that whoever it was could hear me. Soft footsteps sounded momentarily, and then stopped around where my bed would be. Turning towards my mother, I forced an uninterested look onto my face. "What's up?"

"Nothing really, I suppose. Edward told me that you weren't in too good of a mood and I was wondering if I could do anything to help." My mother was always too gorgeous for words, or so my father had told me, but becoming a vampire had only heightened her beauty. Her long, brown hair flowed wavily towards her waist and framed her flawless, paler than pale face. Giant brown eyes that mirrored mine stared deeply into my soul, yet I couldn't make myself feel uncomfortable in her presence.

My family as a whole was beautiful, even the pack of wolves had a certain handsome quality to them that couldn't be argued, but my mother had always held a certain charm that I admired more than I let on. "I'm not in a bad mood actually. Not that Dad would know the difference, since he sees me as always being angry about something."

"Aren't you though? Always angry, I mean?"

I couldn't exactly argue with that, so I turned back to close my book and put it back on its shelf. "I guess, but it fluctuates with the day and today it's pretty mild."

She nodded thoughtfully, "That makes sense, I suppose. Well today is Friday, what are you up to this evening?" Every week she made a point of asking the same question, though the answer was always the same. Friday nights I would spend with Jacob and the wolf pack, playing cards and eating pizza at Sam Uley's house until the early morning hours. It was my time to be almost like a normal person, spending time with a group of guys that I would be friends with even if I wasn't included because of Jake.

I smiled at the thought of my tall, handsome… Boyfriend? No, we weren't quite at that stage yet. Major flirting would occur as a daily routine, but we had never kissed, despite my secret wanting. Yet, he was more than a friend, more than a best friend whose position was readily filled by Seth Clearwater. I guess the best relationships shouldn't be labeled as something normal.

"Oh you know, the normal." Smirking at my mother, I waited for a wide smile to break across her face. This was one of the things that I didn't ever want to change about my life, though one never does have a choice of when life takes its own course.

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