To Bella, one side of her tapestry concerning our first few months of vampire life may have been a beautiful heartwarming thing, but I believe we'd all agree it was more of a nasty storm. Mostly because of me, I believe. While I may have almost all the self-control of Bella-wella, my morals were shot all to hell. Which meant I was pretty much your average crazy newborn with a talent for influence and an appearance of someone more mature. But I was not a lone trouble maker, my darling daughter was hardly as perfect as Renesmee. I mentioned before she loved using her talent on Renie. But before she was aware of it, her vitctim usually was poor Eddie.
"*Unca Ewar!" She would croon, reaching her thin arms around his neck, shocking him into acknowledging her exsitence. "I'm hungwy, can yoo geh me some shoclate bars*?" She sing after he asked her what she wanted. Then, of course, he would do as asked. I'd asked her why she thought he was so obediant and she replied, "*He my unca, righ? He s'ppose to be niss." When I'd asked this, I accepted this as perfectly normal, same with her answer that it was funny to abuse Renie so it was alright.
Another thing about my daughter that was abnormal was when she hunted with us. She was graceful, but in a whole different way. Watching her was like watching the Discovery Channel or Animal Planet. But Carietta was not the gazel or the deer, she was the lion, the wolf. I'm being serious here, she hunts on all-fours. And when she attacks, she rips and shreds even though she only needed a bite. Her canines are abnormally long and her eyes are wide as mine, but tilted like a cats. Often after a hunt, she'd have to be bathed, which she hated. The Cullens' main import was bathtubs. We would never go alone, however. Renie and some Cullen would always follow Carrie, even if they too needed to be washed off afterwards.
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A/N: i know, 'nother short chapter...