Renesmee & Jacob - Always and Forever
I do not own the Twilight Saga. Stephanie Meyer does.
Chapter Three: Renesmee's POV
When I woke I was laying on a hospital bed, only I wasn't at a hospital. I was in the living room of the Cullen's house. I tried to sit up but I was restrained by bars which went over my wrists. What the heck?
I yelped and tried to get up. My legs were free and I tried with all my might to get up. I realized then that my whole family was here. I looked around and they all stared at me with worry.
"M-Mom?" I asked and she was in front of me in a flash. "How long have I been like this for?"
"A few days. Give or take a few hours." she sighed, I nodded and put my hand on my stomach. Blimey had it grown! I felt it kick the sides and yelped loudly. I felt someone's warm hands go on mine and I gasped, I looked up and Jacob was there.
"Jacob!" I yelled. He leant down and kissed my lips softly, he was so warm...It was comforting so I kissed him back harder, my lips growing warm, he kissed me back deeper and when one of the Cullen's growled he pulled back reluctantly.
"She was cold!" He confessed, he kissed my lips quickly and I pouted. I saw Rosalie role her eyes at him.
"May I ask why I'm strapped down?" I sighed.
"Every time the fetas moved, you did too." Carlisle spoke up and took a step towards me.
My eyes widened and I noticed that Jacob had a scar on his arm. "Jacob?" I asked, eyeing it.
"Hm?" He asked, turning back to me after looking out of the window.
"What did Edward do to you?" I asked and sighed, gesturing to the scar with my nose.
"Oh, that." He rolled his eyes. "Something happened that you don't need to worry about." I scanned the room and noticed that Edward wasn't in here.
"Carlisle, where's my Father?" I asked,
They all had a grave expression on their faces. He wasn't dead, was he? I knew that. "He's upstairs." my Mother said.
"Let me out of here - Now." I told them, angry. I growled loudly and Jacob undid the buckles quickly. I noticed that now on my wrists there was red marks, also a slightly bit of blood on them. I climbed off the bed and realized how big I was getting, I lifted up my shirt and my stomach was black and blue. As was the rest of my skin colour.
I looked in the mirror at myself and Jacob stood behind me. He pulled down my shirt and I turned to him. "I feel fine-" I tried to tell him. He kissed my forehead, knowing that I wasn't and he gestured for me to walk upstairs.
Jasper and Emmett followed me up and I knew why. For protection. Things were bad. Clearly. I knocked on the door and there was no answer, Jasper pushed it open and I walked in.
What used to be a beautiful sight, was all gone now. My Father's room was now a complete mess. Everything was ruined, things were smashed and everything was off the shelves.
I looked around for my Father and saw that he was in the corner, the whole window had been smashed, leaving an empty wall which lead out to the forest. I stepped over a few things carefully and Jasper ended up picking me up and carrying me over to him. I knelt down in front of Edward.
"Dad." I said to him, my voice wrong. "Dad, talk to me, please."
"Why? You've just blown your life away like its nothing." He said harshly, I noticed that his eyes were black. He hadn't hunted in a while, that much was clear. I turned to Jasper pleadingly. "Don't even go there Jasper." I felt a sensation of calmness enter me and I noticed what he was doing.
"Dad please. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." I took his hands in mine.
"Your weak already. Much weaker than Bella was. I can't go through that again."
"So help me. With your help I can get better. Please," I pleaded, he sighed and closed his eyes.
"I can't. I can't even look at you properly." I growled low and forced him to look at me. He opened his eyes slowly and I smiled slowly at him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me. I sat down on his lap slowly, getting tired already and I rested my head on his chest.
I noticed that Emmett began tidying things up - making a pathway. Wow. Emmett, tidying? That was a first.
Edward carried me down the stairs and I felt him shaking slightly, either from anger or he was worried sick. He placed me down on the hospital bed gently so he didn't hurt me and spun to Carlisle.
"Has she been drinking blood?" He asked. I shuddered instantly, not wanting to even think about that.
"B-Blood?" I stammered,
"We're not sure whether it's a vampire, werewolf or human yet, Son." Carlisle said.
"It's obviously not human, just look at her!" He shouted at him, Uncle Jasper was in front of Edward in seconds and had his hands on his shoulders,
"Edward. Calm down now. This isn't doing Renesmee any good." He growled angrily, my Father was outside the house in seconds and Emmett went after him. Alice skipped down the stairs and sighed when she saw me. Tears had struck my eyes and Bella was in front of me in seconds, wiping them away.
"Don't cry, baby girl. It's not helping the baby." My mother whispered to me.
"I have to drink blood!" I had heard about what she had gone through and I never wanted to drink that stuff. It wouldn't help me. She isn't a vampire! My baby is not a vampire. It's a werewolf, I know it is. It's like Jacob. My Jacob.
"Your going to have to. If not then we'll have to make it enter your body in a much more-" Carlisle paused, glancing at my Mother. "-Dangerous way."
I flinched. "Very well," I sighed. "I know it won't help anyway." I grumbled, all my family left the room apart from my Mother and Rosalie. Everybody else couldn't handle the smell.
Carlisle was back in a flash with a cup with a straw. "History repeating, 'eh?" I saluted him and took it. My eyes turned slightly darker when I looked at the inside through the straw. I hissed slightly and Bella ran a hand through my hair.
"You can do this," she told me. Rosalie nodded and kissed my forehead. I nodded and pressed the straw to my mouth, I slurped the blood up and drank it slowly at first. It tasted...Amazing. Like nothing I had ever had in a while. I used to have blood when I was younger on rare occasions but I had forgotten how great it tasted.
But my happiness was short lived.
I pulled away from it and my Mother took it from me before I threw up violently into a bin to the left of me.
"I told you it wouldn't work." I told him, I coughed and fell back against the bed, feeling weak. My Mother cleaned me up and she brushed a hand over my face and I looked at Carlisle.
"It's a werewolf, Carlisle. I told you. The wolf side doesn't like blood." I shrugged and sighed. I screamed when she moved inside of me and Rosalie took my hand, I squeezed it hard and my mother ran her hands over my stomach, like it would go away. Carlisle raised an eyebrow,
"How much does it hurt on a scale of 1 – 10?" He asked, I felt something snap inside of me and I gasped.
"8," I choked out when it kicked viciously once more.
"It's the reaction from the blood." He said, I nodded repeatedly and closed my eyes slowly. The pain was too real. Too much. I couldn't stay like this forever. I could not go through with this. Why didn't I think? Sometimes my heart got in the way of things way too much. I loved Jacob with everything I had. I waited fifteen years to get what I wanted from him. I made him mine. I gave myself to him entirely at the age of seventeen.
"Jacob! I need him!" I yelled, my thoughts coming out. My Mother vanished and went to find him. He was in my view seconds later. Where had he been? I didn't care, I was just happy that he was here with me now.
"Renesmee." he whispered and kissed my forehead. "Calm down, you can do this...Don't give up on me." I nodded and he kissed my lips, he tasted the blood and grimaced, but he kissed me harder, I kissed him back softly, but the baby kicked harder and I flinched, groaning as I pulled back.
I felt full when he was with me right now. Once the pain had vanished after half an hour, I smiled wide with relief. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad from now on?
Hope you enjoyed!
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