It's Not Easy Being Half Human

(tell me about it…)

Jacob Black. Jake. My Jacob. The one other person I could tell my deepest darkest secrets too besides Emmett. The one other person who will listen to me even if I go off on a tangent spiraling downwards leaving the point I was arguing very far behind. Him and I aren't very different, we're both going to be staying in our late teens forever, but for vastly different reasons. In children's tales you never find vampires and werwolves playing happily together, it can be argued that on a good day, we get pretty close to that. Save for the fact my father tries to suppress that he wants Jacob's guts ripped out of him and that Jacob and my mom were "together" when she was still human, nothing about Jake and I is out of the ordinary. We're best friends, as one could imagine since he's been by my side since day one. Well, actually, out of the ordinary can't be ruled out completely. On day one, he imprinted on me. I still don't fully understand that, but it's a werwolf thing, I'm not supposed to understand it fully. But it's sort of a connection between us, I guess that's why we're such good friends. We're always together, under my father's rather annoying watchful eye. To utterly spoil all the fun for me from time to time he gets my uncles to sit in between us on our couch. He's much too overprotective of me, Jacob would never try to bite me. I'm almost eight, I should have some degree of independence. This is the one thing my mom disagrees with dad over. She says that as I get older I need to be able to spend alone time with him. I can overhear their discussions, no matter how dilute they think my vampire qualities are, I still have top notch hearing. Mom consistently tells dad that Jake and I are going to fall in love one day. I just can't picture Jake like that. People don't fall in love till they're like twenty, I'm almost eight (although I'm basically 15). Way mature for Nessie, thinking love is icky. It's sure icky when everyone in your family is drooling over someone. Save for Grandpa and Grandma, they're in love, but they're not as expressive as some other people. My parents win by a long shot in that department. I've had the unfortunate experience of discovering them… and that left me to sleep in a sleeping bag on Alice's floor for six days I was so disturbed. Rolling over to my left side I remembered that interesting event from last year. I guess you can argue that will scar a child for life. Turning my life story over in my mind passed a good two hours and my clock now read 3:53.

Go back to sleep Nessie my father told me. I wish I could answer him, but not being 100% vampire I don't posses the same abilities as my family. Maybe when I grow into being immortal a bit more I can learn. The only thing I can do is show people my memories and dreams, big whoop compared to predicting the future, reading minds, altering emotions and protecting people from mental sabotage. I like being unique that I'm one of only two half vampires in the world… but sometimes I feel left out.

We love you no different. I hate how my father can read my mind. I wish I had a mental shield. Just my luck...