The Black Flower

~*Five Years Ago*~FlashBack

She had only understood so much the day it happened.

Everything had been very new, and bright, and strange. She had only been beggining to understand the logic and order of the strange new place she had come into when the path of one of her deepest fates was set. And at the time, she didn't even know what it was.

She hadn't known names, or sounds. She hadn't really understood. But she HAD known how to watch. And watch she had. From the beautiful blonde woman's arms, she had gazed upon the scene of strange, bright color as everything unfolded.

The blonde's strange, hissing noises and jerky, gaurded movements. The whirling color of the large, airy room that she instictively knew as well as any part of her own body. The racing beat of her own, incredible, astonishing heart; something she hadn't known was special back then. Something she just knew was there. Something she relied on. The absence of the blonde's own-she hadn't the same heartbeat that she herself possessed. But then, the blonde's heart made no sound at all. It never had; even SHE knew that.

She could feel the icyness, the bone~cold chill of the rapturous blonde's skin as she clutched her to her chest and backed towards the door she knew was open behind them. She was used to this iciness, it had never bothered her. The dark men, one smaller, and one large, were just as freezingly cold. So was the petite, raven haired girl, and the tall, brooding blonde that was always leaned over her in a protective stance. The two quiet stand-bys, the friendly woman with soft, billowing hair and the assured, handsome man with the humble, knowledgeable smile. Also cold. Cold beyond imagining.

But it had been the only thing she knew.

Now, as she was clutched to the blonde's chest and backed away from the front of the room, understanding so little, she could sense something....different in the room with them. Something that wasn't icy frost on her bare OR covered skin. Something that could only be the opposite of cold, burning her skin with an odd type of heat she hadn't felt since she was shoved into this bright, confusing world. Warmth. The emotion coming from the sense of the heat was all different from anything she had ever experienced, as well. From the cold people surrounding her day and night, she had only ever sensed, acceptance, adoration. Protectiveness. Serenity. She knew that although she didn't really KNOW them, they knew HER. Knew her, and loved her. This much, she understood.

The emotions coming from this new source of warmth she couldn't yet focus on were completely different. They were loud, but not like the cold people's loudness. These new vibes were explosive, astonishing. They were confused, and edgy. They made her anxious in her dim assessment; they were thrashing around wildly, and they unsettled her quite a bit. There was just something RAW about the aura filling the room. The pressure in her bleak concept of vision was growing and growing, mounting higher and higher, hotter and hotter, until she simply HAD to find the source of the uproarious energy. She turned her small head, and focused her small eyes out from the same direction as the blonde's...

And she saw HIM. For one single, endless moment, all was but a mass of swirling, vibrant, blinding confusion. Then objects started to come into view, particles of color and grains of substance rushing to take the form of various solid shapes in front of her new, wide eyes.

He was not as beautiful as the cold people, nor anywhere near as pale. But he was still nice looking enough, despite the crazy explosion of energy coming from his tense frame. He was very large; larger even then the enormous dark cold man that usually stayed at the side of the beautiful blonde who was holding her now. His skin was dark; there was rich color to him, vibrant like the outbursts coming from him in every fold and direction. His hair was roughly to his shoulders, and the same color as the tiny raven~haired girl. His mouth was set in a willful line, much like the tall blonde man's usually was. The differance that startled her new mind the most was in his eyes; they were dark, not golden, like the cold people's always were. A dark, wholesome black that was the very darkest possible shade of brown; much darker than her own. And as their eyes locked, she felt as if with those eyes, he was directing every ounce of that crazy, mobile whip-lash force directly at her own small, subconscious mass.

It was absolutely terrifying, and she knew her emotions for the fear they were the moment she made this connection. But before she could do anything to give sound to this new emotion she was feeling, the look in those eyes started to change. The first thing to go was the anger; hot and edgy and defiant, it faded out of his eyes, and emptiness was left in it's place. After that was the confusion. Then the panic. And then the fear. Finally, the black suspicion. And for a moment, all that was left were two dark, empty voids. He may as well have been dead; this thought disturbed her more than his former energy had. But it only lasted a moment. His heavy brow lifted; and light started to come into his eyes. First, there was solely awe. His back went ram-rod straight and his hands froze at his sides as the change took place. Then, there came a light of recognition. His shoulders rounded in towards her, as if he wanted to move closer to her all of a sudden. His mouth fell slightly open, and it lost it's willful look; it now just looked vulnerable. Next was a look, an emotion, that was very familiar to her. His eyes softened at the corners, and his stance relaxed; his hands moved up the slightest degree, as if he were going to reach out his arms, like the cold people often did. The look on his face was reverance.

Then, as their eyes stayed locked for those last few moments, the final two emotions came into his eyes. First was adoration. Plain for anyone, even her to see, it shone in his dark, chiseled face like his teeth shone against his skin when he had been grimacing at her before the transformation had taken place. And then, finally, there was the very most familiar, the very most prominent emotion of the cold people in this new, warm man's face. Love. And then a small noise broke through the man's control, and he took one enourmous stride, full of uncertainty, towards the blonde; however, his eyes were fixed solely on her. The blonde hissed, but he payed her no mind now. He reached out one very long arm, stretched out a large, dark hand. Just as he was about to touch her, though-everything exploded. A harsh snarl broke through the blonde's lips as she dashed away from him. The connection between her and the man was jolted as she was thrown back with the blonde's instantaneous movement, smooth as a snake's. And an unknown voice, clear, strong and booming, had yelled out 'Jake, No!" Then everything was nothing but confusion again.

~*End FlashBack*~

In the small town of Forks, Washington, a morning dove perched on a third story bedroom window sill and sang it's morning tune. Across the room, on an enourmous white bed, sixteen year old Renesmee Cullen's eyes snapped open, ans stared at the ceiling above her head.