Chapter 3.

Renesmee

Mom was a great cook but I knew after the movers dropped everything off, we had moved everything around down and up the stairs, everything was hung up, stored away and shelved she was exhausted, even for a vampire! I know I was whipped and she really didn't feel like dealing with raw meat or cooking for me tonight so I just agreed to a nice cup of my "special drink" and some Chinese takeout.

"Are you sure you'll be okay here all by yourself?" mom asked as she grabbed her keys from the little hall table we placed by the door a few hours ago. I was lying on our couch that we had placed in the den to face our fire place, totally whipped out and completely limp at the moment. I simply lifted my hand to show a thumbs up and she laughed lightly before coming over to me in a flash and kissing me on the forehead before walking faster than any human could manage.

I know we would have gone faster and swifter if I had just let mom and her one hundred percent vampire genetics do all the work but I insisted on helping. It was kind of cool to help out my mom with stuff while we laughed, joked and tried to think of color pallets for our rooms. Even cleaning dishes and taking out loads of boxes to the trash cans was fun with mom. It's crazy, I know, but totally true.

"I'll be back before you know it!" mom chimed as she slipped out of the house without any sound besides the door softly clicking shut. I closed my eyes and listened intently to her soft footsteps head to the car and then unlock the car, get in and speed away quietly, to my almost entirely trained ears it sounded as if it happened right in front of me only an inch away, but I still kept myself down to earth and waited until I couldn't hear the gravel meet the rubber of my mom's tires anymore.

I thought about just lying there and maybe even taking a nap while I waited for mom to come back because I was genuinely tired and soar but that would be an utter waste of time and a lack of adventure. So I shot up-with some effort I must confess- and looked around at the giant glass windows to see if any of the exits would lead to a great adventure.

Mom had always told me I was a free spirit and the even from the time I was little; I would climb to the top of trees and chase down rabbits, since I was REALLY fast and find my own little hide outs in our old back yard. Mom even said I would sleep up in trees sometimes and if it weren't for the fact that she could nudge a tree with her elbow and it would fall over, I'd still be living in a tree over twenty feet high!

I finally lifted myself onto the floor to a standing position and grabbed the only two things I didn't have on me at the moment; a jacket and my iPod. After I slipped into my jacket, plugged in my earphones and pressed play I ran to one of the opened windows my had opened when we couldn't figure out the dang air conditioner and it was getting too stuffy inside for any living being to try and breathe.

I carefully jumped out the window and down the thirty foot dive until my feet finally patted the ground. I took in the beauty of our new home and smiled before quickly darting off with impeccable speed into the forest before me. I had already passed at least a hundred large and incredibly beautiful trees that gave me some sense of déjà vu… I shook the thought out of my head and finally came to a stop. I was stunned by what I saw before me.

It was a house. A beautiful house at that! It was ten times as spectacular as our new home and I still couldn't stop gaping even when it began to rain. The house was white and very welcoming with bright, big windows that seemed to let every inch of sunlight this place was blessed with to pour straight in. I fully expected lights to turn on immediately when I basically jumped to the front windows and peered in, interested. But nothing turned on and in fact, when I looked inside the furniture was covered and nothing remained on the tables or walls. It was just…empty.

It was beginning to pour so I thought, maybe if I could find a way inside I could just sit in here for a little while, look around the empty room, listen to my iPod and just wait until I ran back home in the rain. I tried to see if the window I was leaning against had a lock but instead, it was already open. I pushed the window until the glass was completely out of the way and slipped in swiftly. Once I was inside I felt an automatic chill run up my spine, and not because I was totally drenched I rain water, but because the sense of that déjà vu came back to me again. I had been here before but…I just couldn't remember when or why.

I shook it off once again and started up the incredible stairs. I followed the stairs to one of the bedrooms at front of the hall and decided to make my way down, seeing what was in every room. The first room I stopped in was painted a light blue and the only thing left behind was a large white book shelf and a matching bed without a mattress or blankets. The room seemed to look larger than my new room so I decided this was the master bedroom.

I smiled and went onto the others. The next room was very large as well but painted a soft olive green and the furniture left behind this time was a deep brown that made the green of the room stand out brilliantly. I decided this room was probably shared by a couple due to the things left behind in the closet; a pink sweater that looked SUPER expensive and a sneaker that looked like it could fit big foot perfectly!

I sighed in happiness and moved onto another room. This one was painted a clean white with white furniture to match. I was interested in this room, more than the others for some reason so I decided to look around more intently and thoroughly than I did with the others. I even got down on the floor and looked under the bed to find a piece of paper right in the middle of the floor under the bed.

From what I could see the little piece of paper was small and a perfect rectangle. I looked around the room for a moment then eagerly slid my arm under the bed. I stretched as far as my arm would go until only my fingertips barely brushed the edge of the paper.

After a few more minutes of fiddling and struggling to get the little piece of paper I finally clasped it between my index and middle fingers. I pulled it out slowly until my arm and half of my body was finally out from under the bed. I sat on the floor with my legs crossed, Indian style.

I flipped the smooth, almost what seemed like laminated paper over until I saw it wasn't a sheet of paper at all…it was a picture.