Disclaimer: All honor to Stephanie Meyer... I own nothing, but bow down to her for creating such an inspiring universe. This is my first fan fic! I love reviews! I need a Beta...

I highly recommend listening to the playlist for the love scenes!

OSJ Playlist: Hey You by 311, Back in Black by ACDC, Rebel Yell,Cradle of Love, White Wedding by Billy Idol, Hungry like the Wolf by Duran Duran, Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon, Rude Boy by Rihanna, Lost without you and You're my baby by Robin Thicke.

What Nessie Wants… Nessie Gets! a fluffy lemon! Not for young audiences!

Prologue: Prodigy

They call me a prodigy. This is how my accelerated learning is explained. School is ridiculously s.l.o.w. and advanced classes are my only option. Seriously now, my parents are vampires and I am a hybrid of human and vampire. Sitting around these fool humans who don't do homework, cheat and pass notes is annoying at best.

"Ness, baby we are so excited and proud of you!" my mom said when they picked me up from boarding school. My mother Bella, yearned for normalcy for me. This is kind of hard when she looked the same age as me and so did my Dad. Thank God my growth had slowed to nearly imperceptible changes when I hit the physical age of 13. Grandpa Carlisle arranged for me to attend a boarding school in Massachusetts while my parents attended Dartmouth in Vermont. I had to keep up pretenses and eat food and not hunt. At first I was against going. I had Jacob. He was the only friend I would need. That was me being immature though. This shitty school was not Hogwarts. It was not "fun", but it did allow me to develop my own personality and make some friends.

"Renesme, Jacob is going to be in school too, he is in college, he has a lot of responsibilities you will see him every summer." Said my father Edward. Goddamn it. I can't even think to myself. I love my dad, really I do, but he could annoy the shit out of you. Hows that for boarding school. I learned to curse. Bloody fanfuckingtastic skill to learn. I learned to be rebellious and my parents had to periodically deal with drama at the boarding school. Hey it was the normalcy Mom wanted right?

I was luckier than most. Grandpa Carlisle's friend Dean Sherrod, protected me. First, I was too advanced for my classes and teachers mocked me. Perhaps I shouldnt have corrected her on Shakespeare. She didnt like to be engaging. She wanted us to listen to her "expertise". Sorry, she had it all wrong and I just had to tell her. Shit she should be an expert on mythology as it relates to Shakespeare, his plays are full of allusions and obvious references. Not my fault she was a fool. I took mythology seriously.

Dad came with Mom as my "guardians" and by reading the teacher's mind he saw she was of average intellect and deep down inside was afraid I was smarter than her. He took pity on the twit. Dean Sherrod arranged it so that I took senior literature classes. Problem solved and I escaped intellectual purgatory. She was happy and I was happy.

The second "problem" was me being antisocial. I had few friends and was depressed. I had to eat this whole wheat, whole grain, designed to put you on the toilet, nutritious food in the dining hall and all I wanted was a deer or even just a little elk. I kept writing in my diary and writing letters to Jake. I had a hard time missing Jacob. The depression was bad. It was strange but I ached for him. Mom spoke up for me then. Dad had wanted this whole Vermont Christmas fakeness and instead we spent Christmas break in Forks with Charlie and I saw Jacob when he came down from college. He was my cure, he understood the need for a deer or an elk and he always gave me what I wanted. Always.

These problems were relatively minor of course. Dean Sherrod shepherded me through them, always in contact with my parents. I made some loyal friends and unfortunately due to my reputation as a prodigy, I made some enemies. Dean Sherrod would be there for me like a momma tigress when I made the biggest mistake and almost exposed us all...