All of her merciless nightmares had
been terrible, but this one was
just plain weird, creepy, and
scary, she thought. This was tonight's
scene:
All of
them were there: her two uncles and her two aunts, her
grandparents,
and her parents. But each of them was different:
Emmett's
nose was no longer pronounced, it was broad, and he snorted
like a
pig. Rosalie's fine locks were sprouting feathers, and
she
squawked like a chicken. Alice croaked as a frog; Jasper
barking like
a dog. Esme whinnied like a horse, her feet
turning to hooves.
Carlisle sprouted a bushy red tail and began to
chase Edward, whose
ears had turned long and floppy and who had
grown a large, white bushy
tail.
They all seemed not to
know themselves, simply the animals they had
changed to. She
called out to them, tried to bring them back. Then
she
turned, and saw her mother. She was afraid, and her mother was
the
scariest of them all. Bella had bright white fangs,
dark, crimson
eyes, and a hunter's prowl.
Renesmee woke up screaming.
