I pulled a brush through my bronze curls, the exact same shade as my father's. The mirror showed me a fifteen year old girl with rosy cheeks and a flawless ivory complexion, her eyes being a warm chocolate brown. I had only lived for four years but I looked so much older than I really was. I could hear mumblings and murmurings from a few doors down in the slightly extended forest cottage house coming from my mother and father doing god-knows-what in their bedroom.
I rolled my eyes as my super hearing kicked in; sometimes it was really cool and useful. Other times, like in this situation, it was purely frustrating and icky. I shuddered once and walked out my bedroom door dressed in faded jeans, volleys, plain t-shirt and grey jumper. Aunt Alice would kill me if she saw what I was wearing today, but I was so over it now that I honestly didn't care anymore. 'Just like your mother' Alice had huffed at me on the morning I had worn another simple outfit with mother standing next to me, almost matching.
I walked down the hallway and shouted, "Going to the main house!" even though I knew they could hear perfectly well, it would still pay them back for being so 'open' to me about their relationship. I heard a chuckle from my father as I reached the back door.
I ran through the forest at an inhuman speed, the wind brushing my soft curls back behind me as the wildlife scattered away. Just like dad, I always loved the speed and exhilaration that came from running at such a high speed. I leapt over the river and landed gracefully on the balls of my feet. Without breaking a stride I continued all the way to the main house just as my stomach grumbled in morning hunger.
I heard a chuckle from inside as I pulled the door open. Esme was already preparing my breakfast, French toast and strawberries (My favourite) while Rose sat on Emmett's lap in front of the TV. Both weren't at all paying attention to the figures moving across the screen but cuddled each other and whispered in each other's ear.
"Ugh," I groaned, I thought I gotten away from that all when I'd left the cottage house but apparently not.
"Where are the others?" I asked, sitting at the counter on one of the stools.
"Alice and Jasper are upstairs, Carlisle's in his library and your pare-" she was cut off with a snicker from Emmett.
"Are doing something definitely not G rated, but your mother seems so tame that I can still believe the house is still standing," his booming laughter filled the large room and Rosalie got up, a put-off expression plastered on her flawless face. She smacked him behind the head as I glowered.
"Not in front of Renesmee," she said, narrowing her eyes at him, before getting up and standing next to me.
I smiled my thanks at her as Emmett retorted, "Oh please! Your parents are so-" but he was cut off from Esme.
"Enough, Emmett!" she ordered sternly, placing my plate of breakfast in front of me and her face turned warm and lovely as she smiled at me again.
"Thanks," I grinned, taking the first bite.
Rosalie wrinkled her nose ever so slightly at the human food I was eating as she went to sit back down to watch TV, this time just sitting next to Emmett on the large white couch.
Soon, my attention turned towards the two figures that were standing in the glass doorway, my parents were smiling lovingly at me.
"Hey mom, hey dad," I greeted both of them, swallowing another bite.
"Hello honey," mom smiled and was at my side in a second, and she kissed the top of my head.
"Sleep well? Oh wait, I forgot you can't sleep..." Emmett grinned at both of them but trailed off as he caught Edward's glare from the corner of his eye.
As I finished, I placed the dishes into the dish washer and when I came back out to the living room again Alice and Jasper were there at the foot of the stairs. I looked around and saw that the entire family was now here as Carlisle was now back from the library and sitting next to Esme on the couch with Rosalie and Emmett. But this wasn't my entire family... Jacob was missing. And I really didn't like it when he wasn't around. It made be slightly nervous when he was away.
"He's just coming back from patrol," my father told me soothingly, his hands running up the ivory keys of his piano as mom sat next to him.
I just nodded and sat in the armchair, drumming my fingers on my chin as I watched the blaring TV which no one seemed to be paying attention to. The minutes ticked by endlessly until I heard the huge glass doors swing open to reveal a massive teenager with a grin plastered onto his russet face. His chest was bare and he was just wearing denim ripped shorts. This was my best-friend, the were-wolf. Jacob Black.
"Jake!" I jumped up eagerly and had my arms wrapped around his waist in a tight hug within a split second.
"Hey Ness," he greeted back, wounding his thick embrace around my back securely. "How did you sleep?" he asked, kissing the top of my hair.
"Good," I grinned back, letting him go and studying his dark face that towered above me.
Our conversation was interrupted by a low growl that I recognised as my father's. I half expected him to be glowering at me and Jake but then I realised, when I turned around, that his butterscotch eyes were glued to the television screen.
"It's just like last time!" he said through his teeth while the rest of my family followed his gaze and was soon as concentrated as Edward was.
"What's going on?" I asked in confusion, my brow furrowing as I made her way over to the TV with Jacob following just behind me.
I saw a reporter woman at the location of what looked like the scene of a crime. Four bodies were being wheeled away under white sheets.
Five crimes just like this have been reported just over the past week. All the bodies have been described as cold, drained of blood and wounds in the neck. A similar massacre such as this happened six years ago. The murderous gang activity had suddenly disappeared and police are now questioning whether Seattle, once again is being ravaged again by the same killers.
"Oh no..." Esme murmured, her hand over her chest as her eyes became sad. "All those innocent people!" she added as Carlisle rubbed her shoulders.
"I know," he sighed, as Esme rested her head against him.
My father's hands were balled into angry fists, the tendons in his granite wrists showing menacingly.
"It IS just like last time... With Victoria" mom whispered, her chocolate brown eyes wide with horror.
"Could someone please tell me what's going on?" I pleaded, still as confused.
There was a silence as everyone stared at the TV, most of them surprised and angry. I opened my mouth again when Alice interrupted me and finally answered my question.
"Before you were born, newborns in Seattle went on a massacre. A woman called Victoria was hunting for Bella while she was still human and brought an army of newborns with her" she told me.
I nodded and swallowed, trying to digest it all. I turned to my father with a frown still plastered on my face, "Why didn't you tell me any of this?" I asked him, irritated.
"It never came up" he said shrugging, but the casual gesture didn't reach his now black angry eyes. There was a long silence as the news reporter raved on in her professional voice about suspects and victims. Next to me, Jacob was the one who finally broke the tension filled silence.
"Well what do we do now?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist almost protectively. I looked up to see his brow shadowing his deep set black eyes.
"We do what we did last time... We fight" Emmett said eagerly and by the silence that filled the room once again, there was no one who disagreed with him.