Rating: M for sexual content, language, and some violence.
Summary: It's been seven years since the Volturi had paid a visit to the small town of Forks, Washington. It's also been seven years since Nessie and her family was saved from death. Now Nessie is turning seven when actually she has the body and maturity of a sixteen year old. She doesn't know much about her past. In fact, she can't even remember her first year of life or really her own life in general. But one thing she does know is that her family is--well--different. And that after she does hit her seventh year, she will stop aging and be immortal just like her family. But does she want that? Or does Nessie want a different life? A life with meaning. A life with purpose.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters involved in this fanfiction. They all belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: This is my first story here on the site, so I hope you enjoy! The story is spoken in Nessie or Renesmee's POV (point of view). Also this is meant to take place seven years after Breaking Dawn, so if you haven't read that yet, there will be major spoilers. With that said; kick back, relax, and enjoy the Preface for Purpose.
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Preface.
Birthday. The dictionary's definition of a birthday is; a day marking or commemorating the origin, founding, or beginning of something. My definition? A day marking the rest of my long, never-ending life. Well that day was coming quickly, rapidly even, and I had no way of stopping it. See, I was born just seven years ago. I don't look it though. I don't even act it. My parents tell me my body and maturity level should actually be around a sixteen year olds. Confusing? Yeah, let me start from the beginning.
I knew I had always been different. I knew that for as long as I could remember. But I didn't exactly know why. I lived with my parents in this cottage in the woods. It was quite big for just the three of us, but if you could see the house the rest of my family lived in, you would understand why. The three of us as well as my aunts, uncles, and grandparents lived in the small town of Forks, Washington. But we were isolated from society. I never saw anyone else because I was shunned of actually going anywhere where my parents couldn't see me. That was one way I knew I had to be different. Another reason was how my family looked and especially how they acted. They're all stunningly gorgeous and have the palest skin you could ever see on any person. They also have a weird eye color. Topaz. Another weird thing about my family, they never sleep. They also never eat. And they would leave for extended periods of time. I wouldn't be alone of course. Someone such as my uncle, Emmett, or my grandmother, Esme, would stay with me. I would always ask where everyone went and each time I would get the same lousy answer; "You'll know when you're older." Or if I was with Emmett it would be, "You'll know when you...woo-hoo! Touchdown 49ers! Yes!" He's always watching some type of sporting event. For the longest time, I never knew what exactly my family was. Because they were definitely not human. Not even close.
It wasn't until I was three, or about eight in human years, when I finally figured out who my family was and about what I was. I remember it being late into the evening and the pale moonlight was shining through my window and onto my skin, making it paler than it already was. I couldn't sleep because my room was too quiet. In fact, the whole cottage was quiet. Usually, one of my aunts or uncles would be over chatting loudly away with my parents and I would have to stuff my face under my pillow to muffle out the sounds. But that night, it was silent. At first I thought that maybe my parents were at the main house where everyone else lived. But having an overprotective father, who always made sure I was close by, made me think otherwise.
I got as far as the path leading up to my cottage's front door when I realized I was being pushed back inside. I zoomed quickly passed the living room and my parent's bedroom until I was back onto my bed with two dark figures staring back. It wasn't until the figures walked into the moonlight that I realized who they were.
"Mom? Dad? Where were you guys?" I asked with shock in my voice, trying to catch my own breath. How did they move me so fast that I almost got the wind knocked out of me? The pondering thought in my head soon vanished when I realized my mother's eyes. They were no longer that odd yellow color anymore. They were pitch black. Once she realized that I was staring at her face, my mother quickly turned her head. She looked upset and tightly wrapped her arms around her body. My father responded by walking towards her and replacing her arms with his. "What's going on?" The question came out in almost a whisper. I could hear a hint of fear in my voice.
My father began to whisper something to my mother and soon both were on each side of me. Mom took one of my hands into hers, they were slightly cold like they always were. Dad just stood still, both hands clenched into fists. Seeing him like that and thinking about what my mother's eyes had looked like before made my heart beat rapidly. I swore both of them could hear it hitting my chest.
"I didn't want to have to do this so early," my father's words came out hard, "but I don't think we can wait any longer." He began pacing my room slowly, making tight turns once he made his way to a wall. Then before he spoke again, he stopped and stared at my mother. I saw her head nod slowly through the corner of my eye. Dad then moved towards me and in one graceful step, he was sitting next to me on my bed.
"Renesmee," I knew he was serious since he never said my full name, "do you ever wonder about what exactly we are?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean do you ever wonder why you are the only one that sleeps? Why you're the only one that eats the food that we cook?" I pondered every word he spoke. Well yeah I wondered why, but since my family never said anything about it, I didn't ask. So I softly nodded my head to his questions. "Your mother and I don't do these things because, well, because we aren't human. We are vampires."
Vampire. The dictionary's definition of a vampire is; a preternatural being, commonly believed to be a reanimated corpse, that is said to suck the blood of sleeping persons at night. My definition? What each and every person I know and love are. And what is half of me. My parents told me that I had been born a miracle. No two vampires had ever concieved a child before. But here I was, still alive and kicking after seven years. Though, I'm not fully a vampire. I'm half. The other half of me is human. While my parents and the rest of my family can no longer have a pulse, I have a rapidly beating heart and blood that runs through my veins. Also while my family's eyes are topaz, mine are chocolate brown. I can also do a lot of other human things such as sleep and eat real food. I can also drink blood, which I choose not to do. Supposedly that's the only vampire trait I recieved.
Well that and one other thing.
Once my body hits full maturity, which is around seven years old, I will stop aging. I will also share another common thing that the rest of my family has, immortality. At first when you hear that you are going to live forever with your family, it sounds great. Especially to a three--well--eight year old. But now, all I can think about is actually living forever. And ever. And ever. I don't want that. I don't want to stay in this sixteen year old body for the rest of eternity. I want to grow up, have a family of my own, and even fall in love. You know, like in the movies? I wouldn't ever get to experience that though. Maybe the love thing. But then he would grow old, die, and I would still be here. Sixteen and heartbroken.
There is hope though. There's got to be right? Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and family more than they could ever know, but I didn't choose this life. And maybe, just maybe, I could get a second chance at a new life. A life with meaning. A life with answers and no secrets. A life with purpose.
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