I purposely left no author notes or any sign of a disclaimer when I wrote the first chapter. I'm a great fanfic reader myself and I do not, for the life of me, want to annoy my dear readers for reviews. It's a good thing that there are a lot of good stories to review on. I just want to say that if you do like my story it will honor me to receive reviews (but you don't have to); it is just a form of etiquette.
As for the usual disclaimer… If you seriously think I own these characters, I will feel flattered but Stephenie Meyer wouldn't be as thrilled.
OH! I almost forgot. Is anyone interested in being my BETA?
I refuse to formally say 'Dear Diary'. I think I shall just address you like a person of my approximate age would. Hey dude. Never mind, that was too wrong. I apologize; I learned most of my language from heavy reading.
So I will attempt to speak like a normal teen from now on…
The oddness started even before my mom was completely aware of my existence (do teens use long words?). It isn't yet considered normal for a human to carry a vampire's child. There has been another know case, but it isn't quite accepted yet- even in the vampire world.
"You caused quite a panic." Dad told me once. He ruffled my hair fondly but don't think I didn't notice the way his eyes burned with pain at the memory. I concluded then that I was a total pain.
In spite of this, I clearly remember how mom used to croon and whisper to me lovingly as I listened comfortably in her womb. At once, I adored the sound of her voice as much as I would soon adore the rest of her.
Then I heard my dad's voice. Hearing them talk to each other was a warming experience- I could think before I could walk. I knew that I caused mom pain, so I tried to be more cautious.
Ah! Then came the fateful day of my birth... I remember being strangled and struggling to escape my dark confines. I couldn't help it- I was tearing my mother apart.
My first memory in the outside world was of my bloodied mother. There was none more beautiful than she was, with the raw devotion shining through her big brown eyes.
But it was after she whispered my name weakly that I knew something was horribly wrong. It didn't help that I attempted to be fed milk from her breast- I was a bad baby- and I didn't anticipate my inherited teeth and jaw to be made for drawing blood.
I loved blood but not when it was the last of my mom's supply.
I was soon taken away forcefully by Rosalie (a sort of 'aunt' to me). I was soon acquainted with the rest of my family (I know you know just who they are).
The most intriguing of my new acquaintances was a then seventeen-year-old werewolf (or shape-shifter as my father insists… same thing dad!). He was the warmest one; everything about him was warm. I instantly felt a connection- the bond I was soon educated about.
You know what? At the beginning, I was enjoying all the attention. In the end though, I didn't really know what I wanted. I'm sorry; I got carried away there… back to storyline.
I spent most of my time asking for my mother. The house just seemed so… hollow (yes, that's the word) without her. It was the reunion with her that made me the happiest ever since we were separated.
The differences in her did not bother me, but they did take some getting used to. Her now big red eyes were slightly disconcerting but filled with warmth- as if she never experienced whole days of agony for me.
She was as hard and smooth sparkly and as a gem; at the time, it was as if she was my very own jewel. She was even stronger than the rest of my vampire family, but you couldn't tell when she held me to her dead heart. The strength of the bond between us had increased tenfold.
Everything was bliss until the Volturri. Yes, they instigated the most traumatic experiences of my life. Honestly, I'd rather not talk of the dangerous days for Charlie (my grandfather), the werewolves, and the new vampire friends who came to fight for me.
My own mother made sure I could escape with Jacob just to keep me alive!
The point is: this was the experience that would keep me grounded for the rest of forever, despite my family's fervent attempts at spoiling me.
The only expensive things I have now are my clothes (tell me if you know anyone who can say NO to Alice) and my Gibson guitar.
Ah! My beautiful guitar! It's a white one with a black center design and a red neck.
Dad made me master the piano but I'm a whole-hearted guitar gal. It's how I made my first friend…
Renesmee is still introducing herself. She's going to high school in the next chapter so THAT will be interesting…
Happy reading!
-randomidentity