Omg, yay, its chapter two!

I think this one's fast update is because of Simon's bane, by being my very first reviewer, giving me some deserved criticism and said some really nice things too. So thank you…

I think my mother is going to kill me when she finds out I skipped my homework to write…

Witch is why this story is shorter then the previous one, that and my computer started to act weird : S

Enjoy...

Renesmee's stuffed animals

I jumped over the water floating behind the main house. It was pretty dark already, probably about seven o'clock. I didn't mind, even in the dark I had a perfect eyesight.

I darted through the back door and froze. Something was wrong… very wrong.

I listened carefully my head bowed slightly to one side.

I sniffed, tasted the air.

Nothing.

I put the box with my stuffed animals on the ground. I listened again.

I realised that it was strange that I didn't hear anything, the house was completely quiet and still.

No ruffling of papers from books or documents. No talking, no walking, no movements.

Not even grandmother Esmee making dinner for me, Jacob and probably a few members of his pack.

Where was everybody?

Easily as my mind was distracted, my eye got catched by...
a stuffed animal!

Happily I ran to the closet. On top of it was an Owl. A pretty, smart looking owl.

I jumped and grabbed the animal off the closet. I held it in my hands and looked at it.

I had found my grandfather Carlisle.

This animal suited him perfectly.

Lethal, but too serene to be dangerous. Smart, wise and protective.

My grandfather Carlisle, the most caring, strong and serene person ever.

He was the leader of my family, like Jacob and Sam were the leaders of their packs.

It wasn't Alpha like. Everybody chose to listen to him. Even the Alphas.

He cared so much for me, although he always made me lay down to take my size and made me do tests to see how smart I was. How old my brain was…

He did it to help me and I gladly did it. Me myself was curious about my growth to.
I mean, I looked six, maybe seven, but it was a bit confusing sometimes, because I had the brain age of a really smart fifteen year old. With child like reflexes and preferences of course.

I once smart talked a man in the park, by telling him that for a fact, black people had been here on earth earlier then blank people. Only later humans started to travel and their skin colour had changed.

I didn't tell him that later, skins also started to glitter, but I didn't even got the chance to not tell him, because he walked away from me, muttering about crazy kids, know it all's and a few words I didn't like and was told by my grandfather Carlisle never to say.

He calmly had explained to me that human children didn't know that kind of stuff and some people didn't understand why I did.

I felt sorry for the man.

One of the nicest memories I have of my grandfather is when he took me to a doctor meeting about scientific math.

They couldn't find the answer to a question on how to cure people with too many red blood cells.

After they had left the room I had looked at the blackboard and wrote down the answer.

Carlisle had this really proud expression in his eyes and wondered if he could teach me some more difficult forms of math. Since then I got heavily tutored, to Jacob's dismay.
I loved it; me and my grandfather had fun with solving difficult math problems and even made an uncrackable secret code.

Not only was he serious and smart, he was friendly and funny too.

I put the owl in the box. In the back of my head still wondering where my family could be.

I knew Jacob was on wolf patrol. Alice had taken Jasper with her to go shopping, Emmett and Rosalie were probably hunting, but I had no idea where the rest of my family was.

I walked up the stairs. The box in my arms.

I carried it to my second room. It was on the second floor, once it had belonged to my father, but now it was mine, because dad had the cottage and mom.

I opened the door with my elbow and walked inside.

In my room stood a bed and a desk with a laptop on it. Naturally this room also had quite a few stuffed cuties. I looked at my laptop. I liked surfing on the internet. Seth had told me how to, he was pretty good with computers.

Next to the laptop sat four brown dog cutesies. One dark and one light brown. One, more black like and one reddish brown, not like Jacob. More brown.

I smiled, this should, of course, be Seth, Leah, Quill and Embry.

Seth was one of the first to join Jacob's pack. After him had followed his sister Leah.
Later, after the little confrontation between the two packs and the Volturi had been gone. Quill and Embry got part of Jacob's wolf pack too.

I always loved hanging out with them; Leah had finally found some peace with a guy called Eric. I didn't knew him, never actually met him, but he made her soften up.

Quill's Claire had been one of my playmates when I was younger; four of us (Jake, Quill, Claire and me) went to the La Push beach a lot.

Poor Embry was still single, although Poor was a bit out of place. Girls were highly interested in him.
The muscles and the mystery clearly revolving around werewolves attracted them apparently.

The main thing about all of them was that they were incredibly funny, especially with each other, constantly teasing and fooling around. I loved their unashamed randomness.

At one of their bonfires, after Billy and the other elders had told some stories, they had tried to get Sam and Paul to write the names of their girlfriends on their faces with ash from the fire. Emily and Rachel had really liked the idea, so eventually they had to.

At the end, everybody had written weird things all over their faces, arms and the boys over their bare chests and backs.

Smiling I put the stuffed toys in the box and started to look around for more familiar stuffed faces.

I decided to start with my bed. You can guess; it was covered in stuffed toys.
I threw some of them restless over my shoulders; I stopped when I threw one against the vase Alice had made for me in her art-class. I wasn't surprised when I found one of Rosalie's silk pillows on the ground next to it, making sure it wouldn't brake.

After that I got more careful. Sat in the middle of my bed and examined the stuffed animals one by one.

I didn't get bored at all like most seven year olds (although I was younger in actual years) would get.

Not only because my mind wasn't easily bored, but also because I had a different story on every stuffed animal. Looking like someone or not.

Eventually I found a yellowish lion. It looked like the mountain lions my father usually hunted.

It was fun to watch that kind of hunt, because my father hunted somewhat like a mountain lion.

Like him, it was proud, strong and beautiful. Really strong minded, but also cuddly.

I laughed, my father wasn't actually cuddly. He was on the inside.

He had the kindest personality and he was very talented.

Once, my father had teached me how to play the piano, his favourite instrument.

He just scooped me off the couch where me and my mother had one of our reading sessions – really I got my reading addiction from her, no doubt---

He asked me if I wanted to play the piano with him, something I had always (at least 3 months) wanted to learn.

So that evening and part of the night, we sat at the piano, my mom watching amused and amazed.

I had always been able to learn really fast. I read books within a month and had learned to talk and walk so fast my family at first was really scared.

Now they were used to it and making the best out of it. I knew I grew fast and I wished that I wouldn't because everybody seemed so worried and sad about it.

When I had talked about it with my dad he immediately understood me. – okay, he's a mind reader, but he still understood me even without getting in my head--- He told me that they were only sad because they wanted to enjoy me as much as possible. The growing made that a little harder, but, as he told me, I only grew to be better and better…

As I was getting better at playing the piano. That evening had been so peaceful and fun!

Me and my father worked on the piano where he teached me about notes and accords. My mom, still reading in the love seat. Rosalie and Jacob in the middle of a discussion about some car parts they would use on Alice's yellow Porsche, while she was marvelling on the images of her car, changing every time they changed their mind. Jasper was lying on his back in front of the back glass wall. Looking through it at the stars. Carlisle had put another piece of wood in the fireplace, after witch he had gone back to the couch where Esmee was writing something in a book or journal. The warm glow of the fire making the picture warm and comfortable. On the other couch, Seth lied, snoring. While Emmett, Billy, Embry and Charlie were watching the basketball game. Quill had just left to bring Claire to bed.

Leah was lying on the ground in front of the TV, feet up in the air, skipping through pages of a magazine. She was totally comfortable with being here now.

I all noticed that at the same moment, while I was playing the piano. I had looked up to my father and noticed he was watching the happy family portrait too. He smiled at me and at that point, we both knew what the other was thinking. Without gifts and vampire stuff, just father and daughter.

I smiled at the Edward-lion, of course it was a lion, I should have known that from the beginning.

I had heard the line the LION and the LAMB often enough. My parent's love story.

My father had been so romantic and sweet, he still was. Always polite, but also happy and willing to do anything for any of us.

I put the lion in the box, carefully putting it next to the wildcat.

I sighed happily, because I found the stuffed animal representing my dad.

I wondered who was going to be next as I turned around.

Then smiling when I spotted a small hare, with very long ears, sitting on a shelve above my bed.

Waking towards it, climbing up to the shelve and grabbing it, I didn't even have to think who this was.

This was my lovable, clumsy, living his ordinary life with magic all around him, loving me and my mother even though we were part of the magic.

My grandfather Charlie…

Charlie was one of the persons that sticked to a decision when it was made.

He had once made the decision to not get involved in the magic involving us.

He didn't know his life was depending on the fact if he knew or not.

I was horrified by the idea of the Volturi coming here again. Getting to Charlie…

My weak, uncomfortable with feelings grandfather.

He was weak in body, compared to vampires and werewolves. Though his mind and will were very strong. He was always busy doing his job. I was proud I had a policeman for a grandfather. Even in a little town like Forks. He had taken me to the station a few times to meet his co workers and gave me a trip in the police car. He didn't talk much, nor did he do anything related to affection. I could tell he loved me the way he looked at me.

The only thing that I didn`t understand was why he'd given me a lecture about safe motorcycle use.

I knew Jacob had a bike, so did Jasper and my mother. I didn´t… I wasn't even old enough for it, let alone looked old enough for it. He was really careful about my health, physically most, he didn´t really know how to get along with my emotional and inner health.

About other things he was very calm; I was heavily impressed when he stopped a boy driving a motorcycle like a maniac, with a scared girl on the back. He had calmly helped her in the car next to me and had given the biker a yellow little paper and a helmet.

After that he stepped into the car and drove away.

Really a hare. My grandfather was and I loved him for it.

I got of the shelve and darted to the box. I put the hare in the box.

I heard something, there was someone downstairs.

I ran down the stairs, ready to jump in someone's arms.

Nobody was there; I really started to get worried, was my mind playing tricks on me?

Impossible, my mind did never play tricks on me.

Then again, what was going on today? I stood in the middle of the living room, nothing there, no sign someone had been here. I sat on the ground, where were they?

Across the living room I noticed a little red brown fox, looking at me.

It made me feel a little bit better, but the loneliness creeped up on me…

I got the fox and hugged it… maybe I was spoiled, but I certainly did not like everybody not being here…

Yay, finished, so U liked it??

Hope so

This chapter is a little sad, but hey, that's what second chapters are for right?

Next one will be happier; I just wanted to show how Renesmee isn't always confident and happy. She must have a vulnerable side, shouldn't she...?

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