Hello guys! I'm going to take a free moment to add this short little chapter.
It's my first shot at a more relaxed chapter. I'm not sure it turned out right so I'd like to get some reviews. :)
Fang
Chapter Four
Part 1: Esme Cullen
Renesmee was walking by my side in the grocery store, picking out the foods she wanted. She was so cute. I had to almost fight the others to get any time alone with her, but I had dragged her along for my chore that was still foreign to me. Before Bella, everything had been different. Rosalie and I had pined for children and Edward had been my sad recluse. Now Edward had his Bella and we all had Nessie. "Grandma, can we get some cereal?"
I grinned at her, "Nessie, you can get what ever you want." The girl was a picky eater and when she asked for anything, food or nonfood, it was given. Nessie skipped back to the start of the isle and I continued on.
A woman caught my attention as I turned onto the next isle. She had long brown hair that was braided loosely giving her a kind air. The little girl that was holding her hand was looking around wildly, like she'd never been in a grocery store. "Gerry, don't gawk so. It makes you look strange." The woman chided the little girl, who looked just like her mother. It was then I first noticed the little girl's eyes. They were violet.
The little girl looked at her mother, "Mum, what is all of this?"
"Ger, it's food. This is a place to buy food."
"Food?" The child questioned.
"Yes." Her mother bent down on one knee and poked the girl softly in the stomach, "Food. It's why your brother has to work out all the time. On of these days his metabolism is going to fail him and he's going to get really, really fat. He'll look like your Great Uncle Jerome."
The little girl wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Uncle Jerome is a slob." She tilted her head thoughtfully, "Actually, I see the resemblance."
Her mother ruffled her hair, but stopped when she saw Nessie run past her.
She looked at me oddly and then grinned. She walked up to Nessie and I, her daughter following obediently behind, "Hello, I don't mean to be a problem, but could you tell me where the meats are. I'm terribly confused. We've only just moved to America so I'm a little frazzled." Her words were laden with a heavy English accent.
I smiled at the woman, she reminded me of myself. Her daughter's eyes unnerved me, but I knew my own eyes unnerved most humans. I told her where to find the meat and then my curiosity got the best of me, "Where are you from?" Nessie asked brightly.
The other little girl's eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth to speak, but her mother held a finger to her lips, "We're from England, London actually. My husband's sister has live in Forks and we decided to see what the big fuss she kept making was all about. Forks really is a lovely place." She looked at Nessie, "Your daughter really is beautiful."
I laughed, "She's not mine, she's my adopted granddaughter."
The woman's eyebrows shot up, "Adopted? You must be a very kind person."
"Not kind, I'd like to think, but open. Some children need a home and parents and I feel inclined to give it to them."
The woman smiled, "You must be Esme Cullen."
I nodded, "Yes, I am Esme. What is your name?"
"Oh, dear me. I'm being rude. I'm Anna Davenport." I shook her hand, "My sister-in-law has been going on and on about how she would love to have some of the Cullen children in her school. You all have had her foaming at the mouth for years."
I furrowed my brow, "Who is your sister-in-law?"
"Dicey Davenport. She's my husband's twin. She owns and runs a boarding school for gifted children. It's nice that you adopt. I myself took in my best friends daughter. Her mother died in childbirth and I convinced my husband that we would take her. I'm not sure what I was thinking; I already had three infants at the time."
I looked at her daughter, "You must be one of those three."
The girl shook her head rapidly and then hid her face in her mother's skirt. Anna smoothed down her hair, "She doesn't talk much. She's in sort of an awkward stage. She's my youngest. The girl I adopted is fifteen now. Her name is Holly. My eldest should have been out of the house years ago, but my husband and I can't get him to leave."
I laughed, "Tell me about it. I have six teenagers and sometimes I want to pull my hair out when they won't leave me alone."
"Wow, I though I was the only woman crazy enough to have more than four kids. At least your kids are mostly chunked together. I've got an adult, three teenagers, two preteens and this little one. I thought the diapers would never end."
"It's on of the things I'm glad about having adopted all of my kids, they were all well out of diapers."
Anna giggled, "Thank you so much for your help. I'm sorry to have kept you up, sometimes I find myself talking to anything that stands still long enough."
"It's no problem." I looked at Nessie, "Do you have what you wanted?" My granddaughter nodded jovially. "I hope to see you again."
"Me too!" The woman laughed as she turned away. I stared. Her upper canines were pointed and longer than natural. I laughed. She looked like a vampire…that was ironic…a vampire saying that a human looked like a vampire. I noticed her daughter was still staring at me, her hand grasping at her mother's. The girl was giving me a look that made me uneasy. Meeting her eyes was like looking into Renesmee's, they were eyes that seemed far too old for the tiny person they were encased in. Far too old...
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-Jenn