July 4th, 2015

I've been back for about two days now, and maybe said two sentences to Charlie. Who am I kidding? I've been pretty much mute since my talk with the redheaded woman on my walk. Not much to do here. A lot of my time was spent reading, a surprising activity considering my oh so exciting life as a social butterfly. Not much to analyze for this journal, except maybe that I am an introvert. What a shocking surprise there.

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A pounding on the front door offered a relieved respite from my writing. I was confused at first, most of the people that came to Charlie's had keys to get in.

Probably Charlie forgot his keys I mentally chuckled at the thought. I swear that he forgets his own birthday sometimes. I decided to go let the old man in, it might rain soon. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs the pounding resumed. This time the person on the other side decided that they were not being loud enough and started yelling out Charlie's name. Definitely not Charlie then.

"Hold on! Almost there!" I shouted back. Hey if they were shouting, I had the right to shout back. Luckily they heard me, although I could have sworn I heard them swear under their breath.

Opening the door revealed someone I did not expect, Jacob Black. An old friend of my mother, and one of the people who couldn't stand to look at me. Welp, today just all the more awkward, just what I needed.

"Is Charlie here?" He wouldn't even make eye contact with me. Not hard considering he is at least a foot taller than I am.

"No. He is on a fishing trip with someone from the police department."

He seemed to not like this as he started to shake. Charlie had once told me that he had nerve problems when he got stressed. I guess that whatever he was going to tell Charlie had not been good.

"JACOB BLACK!" At this the 6'8" mountain of a man stood stock still and paled. Peering around his bulk, I saw a Ivory skinned woman about my height walking towards us. What really caught my attention was her eyes. Her eyes reminded me of tiger's eye stones. Taking in the rest of her appearance, I quietly wondered if she was related to the redhead. Same skin color, same unnatural beauty, even the same way they held themselves.

"What did I tell you about coming here Jake?" The woman said in an almost too sweet tone. Self preservation instincts kicking in, I bravely hid behind Jacob. Or at least that is how I would put it later. However, that was not enough or she had noticed the movement.

"Angela, I can see you." She deadpanned. "Also, my cousin was right. You do look beautiful and like your mother." I had to close my eyes at that. I did not want to think about my mother. Who was she to talk about that taboo subject? As if she was reading my mind she told me.

"You probably don't remember me, I wasn't around much when you were a kid. I'm Renesmee, the idiot next to me's wife." At this Jacob had regained some color and was about to speak. That is until a glare from his wife stopped the words in his throat. "Now Jake, why don't you go and hang out with your boys, and leave Angela and I here for some girl talk."

The glare had not left her face until Jacob had rather reluctantly left. Oddly the scene of a sad puppy overplayed Jacob as he walked away.

Hold on. I thought Where is their car? The reservation was miles away from where I lived, far too far for a person to walk.

"Are you just going to stand there or invite me in?" The lady, Renesmee I mentally corrected myself, had interrupted my thoughts. Silently I stepped aside as an invitation, one she took without hesitation.

"Sorry about Jacob, he is stuck in the past about some things and really needs to learn that he should not get involved."

"Listen, I have no idea why you or your husband came here, so please tell me or leave." Rude? Yes. Did I care? No. It was 8:30 in the morning and I hadn't had a cup of coffee yet, so forgive me if I am not a morning person. However the lady seemed to care about as much as I did.

"Jacob found out that you had run into my cousin, the redhead you met in the forest the other day. Problem is that Jacob hates that side of my family, or rather he hates some of my cousins and his hate transfers over to the rest. Jacob came over to get Charlie to make sure you two didn't meet again."

"Oookay, still wondering why it's his business who I see?" Her eyes dimmed a little, like she was remembering something sad that she had gotten over.

"Ever heard of the Cullens, Angela?" I glared at her, of course I had. The late nights when my mother had come in at 3AM, Charlie had yelled at her to get over the Cullens. She being as stubborn as he is, yelled that he never got over my grandma. Those arguments lasted as long as I could pretend to sleep. They got shorter over the years, only because I couldn't handle the yelling anymore.

"Why do you bring up the people who destroyed my mother?" My tone was glacial.

"They are my cousins. Unfortunately." She added under her breath. At normal volume she continued, "I haven't spoken to them for years, hell I would bet they forgot I exist. I'm a bit of the family disappointment."

She clarified as when she saw me about to open her mouth. "They don't particularly like Jake or the tribe, they particularly hate the woman who I have come to see as a sister, Victoria, the woman you saw in the woods the other day."

"Must be hard, to be hated by your family all for who you love"

"You learn to live without them. Many people think that when they say Blood is thicker than water, they mean family over friends. It actually means the family you choose is stronger than the one you are born with. Jake and Victoria taught me that, within a week of each other actually." Here she smiled as if remembering good times.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Something tells me it was there before I put it into words. Anyway, take this." She handed me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. It kinda looked like the ones in cheesy movies, something she knew going off of her smirk at my reaction. "It's Victoria's number, she could use a date and you could use some time talking to people other than yourself. And yes, I am meddling and trying to set you two up."

She is seriously getting creepy with the ways she keeps reading my mind.

She laughed, "Honey you are an open book, and you tend to mumble the words as you think them."

My face flushed. That explained so much, my face only got brighter as I remembered all that I had thought about in front of Victoria. Had she heard me? No, she was halfway across the clearing from where I was, it wasn't possible.

Renesmee laughed again "She did actually. Don't worry, she wasn't offended. The opposite actually, she thinks it's adorable. Now are you going to call her or what?"

Finally something that wouldn't make my blood race to my face. Deciding that I should call to at the very least say sorry for mumbling that I thought she was extremely weird, I nodded and closed the door. I heard Renesmee call through the door just as I turned away.

"You can call me Ren if you want!"

I almost laughed at that, it fit her personality that I had seen. A thought had crossed my mind before I went back to my room.

Well like mother like daughter, getting involved with vampires and shifters, won't Charlie be proud. Wait, the redhead's name is Victoria? Why does that sound familiar.

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Renesmee's POV

Well, that went better than I thought, I mused as I passed trees as a blur. Tori would be pissed if I let Jake convince her mate to stay away. Speaking of which, I stopped immediately as a red missile flew right past me followed by three more, a reddish brown, a gray, and a sandy blonde. Sighing, I caught the reddish brown one by the neck as it raced past.

If anyone were to look right now, they would see a tiny, pale woman holding an 8ft tall rusty colored wolf by the scruff. It would be funny, if this had not happened 3 times. Last week alone.

"Leah, Seth just go home. Jacob and I have something to talk about." I really had to talk to them about listening to Jake when he is in a mood. I noticed Victoria smirk out of the corner of my eye.

Not going to happen honey, you and I are going to have a talk later. "Victoria, you and I are going to have some girl talk after I'm done with my husband." Looking back to the wolf, I barked out orders. "Shift and put on some clothes now! Then tell me just what was going through your mind when you were trying to do when you went to the Swan's?"

I smirked as both Victoria and Jake both groaned at the promise of my famous rants. Those two were so alike at times, Angela and I would have fun with this in the future. If wolves and vampires could pale, Jake and Victoria would at the evil smirk I am certain is on my face.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you like this chapter. Yes Angela knows about vampires, dun dun duuun. Sorry force of habit, anyway everything will be explained in upcoming chapters. Slendersean out.