Nessie's POV
I hated hunting with all of my family, especially Emmet, he's just so competitive. All I want to do is have a deer or if we can be bothered to go all the way to Canada a moose but with Emmet it has to be a bear or a mountain lion. And If I don't get one he would say things like "c'mon you're meant to be a Cullen" or "what kind of vampire are you?" It makes me feel like I don't belong, like I'm not good enough. I know it's silly because it's Emmet and almost everything he says is a joke, but still some part of me still didn't belong in forks. Like a new home was awaiting me. As I ran through the forest the trees and plants melding into a green blur, I let my instincts take over. About a mile away from me was a herd of deer, my throat burned like I had swallowed fire. I looked over at my parents and then at my aunt Alice who was hand in hand with my uncle jasper. They nodded and I ran as fast as my half human legs would take me. As I approached the herd I made sure I was silent, I knew that I must have been at least almost silent as there was no movement apart from the grazing of the herd and two male stags fighting for the right to be 'alpha'. The burn in my throat intensified, keeping myself hidden in the shadows of the trees I stalked the older buck with my eyes estimating the perfect time to strike. Before a second could pass I pounced onto the stag's back grabbing it by the antlers and pulling its head back to whisper in its ear "I'm sorry" then pulling its head further back to sink my teeth into its neck hitting a pumping artery. Feeling the warm red liquid soothing my burning throat, I took the last few drops of blood from the buck and then dropped the poor creature's corpse. Feeling a sense of satisfaction at the guilt I felt, my humanity was still on my side.
"Hello Renesmee, my haven't you grown" a haunting but familiar voice greeted me.
