Gone (an after Breaking Dawn story)
This is a fanfiction that came to mind after reading some other AMAZING stuff, so I thought I'd just post it and see how you guys reacted to it... So, I really hope you enjoy it...
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Renesmee's POV
The loud roar of the plane's engine echoed noisily in my ears.
I hated to think of the annoyance or pain this noise would cause for my family's hearing. I am half vampire, so the sound of anything is intensified by about 90%. My family are full vampires, so the sound for them would be a hell of a lot louder.
I'd repeatedly tried to go to sleep but the noise was too loud, as well as the noise of humans murmuring and calling over to stewardess's, in total, it was all over powering.
"It's okay, sweetie." Daddy whispered, reading my mind of thoughts that cursed the noise, "We'll be off the plane soon and you can go to sleep then."
Ah, sleep! It seemed like a luxury at the moment.
Daddy's arms encircled me, the cool embrace calming me down almost immediately. His cold lips placed a kiss in my mess of bronze hair.
"Aww!" I heard my aunt Alice sigh from behind us, it was an unstoppable notion. Once she saw the 'cute' relationship between me and my daddy, she always had to go 'aww'. It was almost a reflex that whenever a show of affection was given she had to go 'aww'.
I smiled to myself, happy for the perfect life with the perfect family.
At the moment we were on a plane to Rio De Janeiro. Our final destination was Isle Esme...the place I was...conceived, yuck!
Daddy's body shook with laughter as he heard my thoughts.
"It's not funny," I moaned, crossing my arms and putting on my pouty face, "It's disgusting!"
"Yeah, you tell him, Ness!" I heard Uncle Emmett call to me a few rows back.
Idiot.
"Yeah, we can agree on that one." Daddy laughed.
I am Renesmee Carlie Cullen, born to Edward Anthony Masen Cullen and Isabella Marie Cullen on the 10th September 2006. My father is vampire and my mother was human when I was conceived and born, leaving me half-vampire.
I am now several months old, the Volturi visited to kill me (Very optimistic) just one month ago and –obviously- I survived. To celebrate and wind down after that high tension month, we are all going to take a nice, relaxing holiday to Isle Esme.
A place where we could walk about freely and not have to worry about mortals seeing our sparkly (or in my case 'glow-y') skin. It belonged to grandpa Carlisle and was a gift from him to his wife, grandma Esme. It was also the place where my parents spent their first honeymoon, and I stress first because they have had (and are going to have more) several, IN THE SPACE OF A MONTH! A MONTH I TELL YOU! Now, enough on that subject otherwise I'll start getting light-headed and dizzy.
If there are two things that I can be sure of in life, they are:
I love my daddy lots and lots, I know I can always trust him to protect me or comfort me from anything.
I absolutely, and positively hate plane rides.
Curse these metal birds!
Oh no, I don't feel well.
"Sorry ladies and gentlemen, but we are experiencing some turbulence. Please put on seatbelts and sit tight, please do not roam around the plane, please stay seated. Sick bags can be located in seat pockets and if any help is needed, please ask a steward for assistance. Thank you for choosing Brazil Airlines." The pilot's voice through the speakers had confirmed my worst fears, oh god, I'm going to be sick!
"Are you okay, sweetie?" Grandma Esme asked, turning around in her seat to look at me, "You look a little pale."
"Hmm," I groaned, "I feel sick!"
"Do you want me to get momma?" she asked cautiously, watching my face for any giveaway that I was going to blow-chunks.
I nodded my head. Momma had been most recently human and she would know how to deal with this kind of thing.
Grandma Esme turned back from me and whispered something to the person in the seat in front of her.
When we had received the tickets for the plane ride, we had found out that the seats would be in sets of two and I wanted to sit next to daddy and my wish was granted, I feel so spoilt sometimes. That meant that momma had to sit somewhere else, but she didn't mind, whatever made me happy, okay, now I feel really spoilt.
A tremor shook through the plane and I groaned as my stomach flipped. A cold hand was on my forehead. I opened my eyes and looked up at daddy.
"Ah," I sighed in relief, gripping his hand to my forehead, it was really cooling. It was like having an icepack on your forehead.
Another blast of air shook the plane and I felt my face turn green. I pushed daddy's hand away just in time to be sick into a sick bag that was very ironically placed in front of me.
"Ha! Renesmee just chundered!" Emmett claimed from his seat, one row back.
A growl rumbled low in my chest, but was soon drowned out by a new flow of puke.
I looked up from the bag and as I did so, I noticed hands holding the bag out to me. I followed the hands up to a body and up the body to a face, momma, my saviour always.
"Thanks momma," I croaked, the taste still prominent in my throat.
She smiled half-heartedly and held her hand out to mine, "Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."
The ladies toilets stank of old cigarettes and cheap perfume, items snuck onto the airplane for the sake of the naughtiness of it.
I had washed out my mouth repeatedly, but the taste was strong and persistent.
"Do you have any mints?" I asked momma as she repacked my toothbrush into my carry case.
"No sweetie, sorry."
"This sucks!" I complained, trying not to move my tongue in my mouth.
"I know, I know," Momma comforted, "When I got the stomach flu, it was absolutely horrible. I'd literally had to hug the toilet. I stayed glued at its side for 2 days straight. I slept on the bathroom floor!" She looked up as if remembering the experience.
"Nasty!" I exclaimed, imagining a mental picture.
"C'mon, let's go. Tell me if you feel sick again, okay? I really don't want to have to catch it like last time."
"Yes, momma!" I answered, rolling my eyes.
We walked out of the toilets, hand in hand.
"You feeling okay now?" Aunty Alice asked from her seat as we passed her.
"Better," I reasoned.
I was about to walk past Emmett's space and he had so very obviously stuck his foot out into the aisle to trip me up.
I hadn't noticed at first, so when momma picked me up and lifted me over his leg, I was a little confused.
I looked behind me and saw a disappointed Emmett, frowning at the unsuccessfulness of his joke.
"Feeling better now, princess?" I heard a familiar voice call from behind me.
"Daddy!" I squealed, running down the aisle and jumping onto his lap.
"Much," I sighed happily as I snuggled up into a ball on his lap, my arms still around his neck and his arms encircling me in a tight hug.
"Yo Bells!" Emmett called over to momma.
"Yes?" She answered politely.
"I don't think Edward is too happy with you!" What? Why wouldn't daddy be happy with momma?
"Really? Why is that?" She asked.
"He doesn't like the sound of that affair you had with the toilet. 'Stayed glued at its side for 2 days straight,' and you'd literally hug it. Sounds like a very hot relationship there Bells!" He exclaimed, laughing hysterically at his own rubbish joke.
"Ha ha," she laughed sarcastically, before coming to sit next to me and daddy, in my previous space. I was perfectly comfortable here on daddy's lap, momma was welcome to my old seat.
I yawned involuntarily and sleep that I had so tried to grasp at for the whole day, had finally arrived, and I got lost in its deep abyss of dreams and blissful happiness.
"Renesmee, honey?" A velvet voice called to me through a haze, "Wake up, we're there,"
Oh, and I was having a good dream. We were all swimming at the beach and everyone was so happy. And my best friend Jake was there.
He's not coming with us on this holiday because he had some pack duties, boring, but when he's not doing boring dog stuff, we have so much fun, it's a shame he can't come now.
"No we're not! We've still got a big boat journey!" I groaned, my eyes still glued together with sleep. The realisation of my words just dawned on me, oh no! BOATS! Sea sickness! And if I thought my air sickness was bad, what was sea sickness going to be like?
"Nope, you slept on daddy's lap the whole way there. We're on the island now." Momma's voice came clearer. Hey, did she just say we're the whole way there?
"Yes, she did!" The velvet voice said.
I shot up from my ball position, straight up into an upright one and sure enough. We were on a bright beach.
"YAY!" I squealed, jumping up from daddy's lap and running top speed around on the sand, "We are going to have so much fun!"
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