The front door opens and then closes. I hear the loud thud as wet shoes hit against the ground fiercely. Jacob.
"Jacob!" I scream, running over to him and throw my arms around him. I've always had the same reaction as soon as I saw him. My heart fluttered to life. As if I was a complete vampire, and my heart never beat, I knew it would start right up as soon as I saw Jacob. My palms press against his chest and I wish I was old enough to kiss him. But I switch my hands so I can hug him.
He pushes his nose in my straight red hair. Mom was upset when I decided to change from my bouncy, curly hair into straight, thin hairs. I like my new hair, but my hair constantly starts into little curls so I'm thinking of just letting it do what it wants.
"Hey, beautiful," He whispers. "'How you doing?" I blush - I hear the shift in the room as blood moves quickly in my cheeks. Everyone as gotten used to having a half human half vampire hybrid in the house. The beat of my heart. The rush of my blood. I'm more human than vampire. But once I hunt, I'm a total vamp. I can jump higher. My skins tougher. I'm stronger. It's amazing to watch me my mom told me.
Dad growls, upset that Jacob is getting more physical with me. Not that he already was, but he is getting more comfortable with me, as am I. I know someday we'll get married and even more, but my mother likes dodging the conversations. Grandpa told Mom that I would someday have children. My parents nearly threw a party. They would have grandkids and I would become a mother. That was certain.
"That's enough, Jacob." Dad commands. Jacob chuckles then drops his hands, and steps back away from me. My protective parents some time really get to me. I love him very much and this was taking him away from me. Which is impossibly hard for me.
"Don't," I say to the both of them. "Please don't." I beg, trying to get hug him again. He keeps stepping back, refusing to touch me again. I frown. I hate this part of my life. Jacob was my mother's best friend, then she got pregnant with me. I was born, and my mother was thought to be dead. She became immortal and then Jacob imprinted on me. . . Weird life, huh?
"Fine, be like that." I say, whirling my frisky hair in his face. I stare at Dad. He opens his mouth to talk, but I cut him off, "Don't even try." Feeling tears building in my eyes. I know Dad can smell the salt building in my eyes. Soon, he would smell the salt running down my cheek. My emotions were hard to control now. They would build up then fall down. Crash down of me like a slap on the face. It felt like I was in no control. Suddenly, I felt happy. Relaxed. Uncle Jasper must have been using his gift on me; forcing me to relax.
I turn towards the door, and run. I jog through the forest quickly. Ignoring any other footsteps I hear following me. I'm going to the cottage, to the one place I felt safe. In my room. I keep running when suddenly, my legs go out from under me. I tripped.
"Ugh. . ." I just lay there for a few minutes.
Suddenly I hear the loud thud of Jacob's feet.
He's human. He squats down on the ground then sits down next to me, mirroring my sitting position. I wish we could sit here forever, not wanting to return to my over protective parents. My family that would stand-off the Voultri for me. Too much for anyone to handle. Jacob takes his hand in my own. Why can't we just live here forever? I would get sleepy, and Jacob would force me onto his large lap and I would fall asleep. I look up when Jacob speaks after a long moment of silence.
"Wanna go to your house. . .?" He asks me.
"Kay," I say, wanting to spend time with the one person I loved the most in the world. I remember Mom screaming at the top of her lungs, "She's mine Jacob!" Then she lunged for his throat, only to get saved by brave, little Seth. He wasn't hurt bad, but still hurt. Dad was very, very upset that he was hurt. Then I showed Mom my point of veiw. She and I both winced when I showed her the moment when Seth was hurt.
"Hey, Ness?" Jacob had called me Ness. Mom hates the name, and so do I. It just bugs me. I don't mind if people use the name discussing about me. Not discussing with me.I glare at him and he looks at me with soft eyes, "Sorry, Renesmee."
I raise an eyebrow and continue on walking. We walk slower than we would have if I was not half human. I didn't care what his question was, he could live without my answer. It wouldn't eat me alive for the rest of my life. I feel his hand curve around my own, then my mind is filled with the image of his first image of me. I gasp and stop walking. I focus on it, staring at me.
I'd been able to somewhat update my gift. Putting my hand on someones cheek, then when they think of a thought. I copy it and put it in my mind. With my hand still on their cheek I play the memory. It really only works with vampires because, well, they never forget anything. But it also works with Jacob, his memories are fuzzy and not as clear as vampires, but they work.
Thud, thud, thud! I hear the familiar thudding of Mom running after me. I stop, and turn to Jacob. He shrugs. Then turns to the forest. I hear the sudden sound of the ripping of his clothes, then the snarl of Jacob in wolf form. He walks back out in wolf form, and bends down so I can climb on his back.
I close my eyes as he runs toward the cottage. Suddenly, I see Irina. Her beautiful face looking straight at me and whispering, "I'm sorry." If she could, she probably would have cried then.
Jacob stops, and I know we're at the cottage. I look up and we are at the cottage. He bends down, and lets me off.
"Thanks." I grumble, suddenly upset.
"Renesmee, I'm sorry. It was your father!" She says trying to hold me.
"It's fine Mom . . ." I growl, trying to pry her stone hands off of my waist.
"Please, Sweety, don't do this. . . ," She begs, "I'll let you go, but tell me. Are you mad with us?"
I turn to heard, "I'm mad that you hate me and Jacob being in love."
Mom winces, "You're too young. Just wait till you're older. I know you love him, but you're to young to get serious." She demands. I nod, understand where she's coming from.
"Okay, now can Jacob and I go into my bedroom? We're not going to do anything. I promise." I promise, knowing that even if I do, Mom and Dad could be outside and hear every word - even whisper.
"Okay." She whispers dropping her hands from her iron grasp. . .