Hi Guys!
Sorry it's been a while. I always forget to update this story! (I've also been busy, but...) Since this already has several chapters written, I need to update more often. LOL!
Thanks to anyone who is reading this!
-Homey
P.S. Okay, so, I am now reading "Torn" by Amanda Hocking. Has anyone else read the Trylle Trilogy? I'm thinking it's pretty good so far, but I just finished book one in February and the new one was recently released. She's doing so well for having started as an eBook author!
Disclaimer: Nessie, Jacob, Bella, Edward...so on and so forth...they all belong to the great Stephenie Meyer. Thank goodness for dreams, or else we wouldn't be here!
©HomeschoolGirl 2012, or at least this actual post is. The characters, not so much. But anyway, please don't use this as your own. Thanks!
Chapter Seven: Wrath of the Vampires
The next thing I felt that morning was a cold, hard hand pressed up against my face. I groaned, leaning over, surprised when I didn't come into contact with Jake.
"Jacob?" I gasped, as my eyes fluttered open. I stared up with confusion into my grandfather's eyes. Carlisle smiled lightly at me, seemingly unsurprised.
But I was.
"What the heck!" I exclaimed, sitting up too quickly. With a shriek, I rolled off the examining table I was on and onto the cold, hard floor. I stood up, backing against the wall. "Where's…where's Jake? Where am I?"
I felt dumb, then, as I took in Carlisle's office. Of course I was here. But that still didn't explain…
"Carlisle," I stuttered. "W-where's Jake?"
"He carried you home, Renesmee. He's downstairs." At the mention of Jacob, his kind eyes hardened the tiniest bit at the edges.
"Thank you," I said quickly, dodging past him. I hurried down the steps, three at a time, in a hurry to see Jacob. There he was, sitting on the couch. Without thinking, I threw myself at him, climbing eagerly into his lap.
"Nessie," Jake laughed for a second, and then he was abruptly stiff.
My eyes followed his to my parents cold, hard faces, less than two yards away from us, sitting together on the chair opposite Jake. I shrank back against his chest, waiting for the rebuke.
"Renesmee Carlie Cullen," dad said very quietly, using my full name, with frightened me immensely. I inhaled deeply.
"Y-yes dad?"
"Do you have any idea how frightened we were last night?"
I opened my mouth, read to explain, when a look from Jacob silenced me. Obviously, my dad needed to vent, and excuses weren't going to help me at this point.
"Alice leaves for two minutes, only to come back, and you're gone. What is she supposed to think? You promised, Renesmee, that you'd stay."
Mom shivered involuntarily. "Nessie, darling, if Jacob hadn't…"
"Brought you home," dad finished. "Well, we might have just done something incredibly drastic. We were close to it."
"You had to know I was in La Push," I exclaimed, rising to my full height. I wobbled a little, having stood up too fast. Jake kept one hand on the small of my back, steadying me, as I got my footing.
"Your trail died out," Dad explained in a sour tone. "It rained last night, and washed away all of the scents. We had no hope of finding which way you'd gone. If you'd been kidnapped…. and no, Renesmee, we didn't know you were in La Push."
"Where else would I be?" I exclaimed, placing my hands on my hips.
"In Italy, that's where!" Dad yelled back, standing up. He stood, several inches taller than me, and I flinched as I took in his agonized expression.
"You mean…" I gulped. "With the Volturi?"
Dad pulled me roughly against his stone chest, wrapping his arms around me. "We thought…they might have planned a surprise visit. And taken you." I knew if he could cry, he would be. He voice sounded strangely…thick.
"I'm sorry, dad," I whispered, hugging him back. "I'm so sorry. I should have left a note…I should have…"
"That wouldn't have made a difference," dad whispered against my hair, the same shade of his own. "Because you would have still been gone, and we wanted you to stay. You aren't…safe…in La Push anymore."
Now it was Jacob's turn to stand. He towered above everyone, his face abruptly darkening. His eyes were flat black.
"Now I'm not able to take care of her, anymore?" Jacob sneered, coming chest-to-chest with Dad. I had to duck out of the way. "You're a filthy, conniving bloodsucker, and she's safe with you, but not me? Hel-"
"She's my daughter, Jacob," Dad said, and he looked just a murderous. "I'm her father, who loves her. Not some dirty pedophile who wanted to force her to do things against her will. I didn't make her cry."
Now that was a low blow, and I knew it. Jacob's expression faltered. Abruptly, he looked years younger. I yearned to wrap my arms around him, to stretch up on my toes and press my lips to his…
He trembled, every inch of him seeming to vibrate.
"Nessie," Dad murmured darkly, "get out of the way."
"Jacob," mom breathed, walking forward. "Edward, get her. Take her back."
"No," I whispered, reaching out towards Jake.
"Edward!" Mom said, more frantic now, as Jacob's shaking increased tenfold. "He's going to phase! Get her!"
I reached out, my fingertips an inch from Jake's arm. I could feel the tremors in the air that came off him, distorting the vapors around me and making them vibrate.
"Get back, Renesmee!" Dad commanded sharply. I ignored him.
My fingers made contact with Jake's skin. Ever so slightly, the trembling decreased. I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around him. He was shaking a little less, now. He wouldn't dare phase with me so close.
Bravely, I stretched up on my toes to kiss the hard edge of his jaw.
He shook no more.
I moved my mouth ever so slightly, just to the side, until it came in contact with his. I pressed my lips firmly to his own.
And then we were kissing, like the time on my birthday. He made a strange sound in the back of his throat, but I took no notice. I wound my arms around his waist, and leaped up to better reach his face.
I heard dad groan and mom shush him. Slowly, she ghosted from the room, followed closely by dad. Jake stepped back, gasping as his leg caught the edge of the couch. He fell back, this time with me on top of him, and I giggled.
"Well," he said, settling himself against the cushions. I sat on his stomach, my legs straddling either side of him. "I don't much mind this position. Not the most comfortable, but still, it's pretty awesome."
I laughed again, leaning forward to kiss him once more. My straight, long hair fell down past either sides of my face, forming a curtain around us. His arms came up and wound themselves around me, but I didn't care.
"We better stop," I said after a moment, pulling back. I was sure my parents were watching, and that made me uncomfortable.
"Awe, but we just started," Jake half-whined-half-joked. I sighed, getting up, swinging my legs over to sit on the arm on the couch.
"That wasn't cool," I scolded him gently, as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. Jake reached out and tentatively touched my back. I turned to look at him.
"Nessie? I'm really sorry."
"S'okay, Jake," I said lightly. "I didn't think you would phase."
He closed his eyes, his hands clenching into fists. "I was just so mad when that disgusting parasite-er-Edward, said that to me." He opened his eyes. "Y-you don't think I was being creepy that day, do you? Really and truly creepy?"
"No," I whispered, the truth ringing out in my voice. "You were just…being my boyfriend. But I'm not ready, Jake, not for that. Okay?"
"I know, honey, and I'm sorry," he said softly, scooting over to wrap an arm around my waist. "I'm sorry I made you cry."
We sat there for a moment, not saying anything, just listening to the other breathe. I relaxed as his grip on me tightened. I felt…safe.
Jasper came, long and lanky, into the room then. Jacob stiffened beside me. I reached out to touch his shoulder reassuringly before I turned to my uncle.
"Yes, Uncle Jazz?"
"Charlie just called," he explained, staring at the floor. "He's coming over in about fifteen minutes. Edward wanted me to tell you."
"Okay, thanks," I said. Then, as he turned away, I thought of something.
"Uncle, Jazz?"
"Yeah, Ness?" He turned to stare at me with brooding, golden eyes.
"Why…who….where is Alice?"
His eyes darkened with understanding, but he didn't say anything.
"Well?" I urged after a moment.
"She's…upstairs. She feels averse to being down here, right now. Too much…chaos, you know."
"It's because of me, isn't it?" I said, my head drooping.
"Of course not," Jacob was quick to reassure me, before Uncle Jazz could. "No, Nessie, she could never be mad at you."
When I looked over, Jasper was glaring.
"Just…just tell her I said sorry," I whispered feebly, picking at some lint on my shirt. "And…that I love her. Also, I'm in serious need of some clothes restoration, so when she gets the time, I'd love to go shopping."
Jasper's mouth pulled up at the end, into a halfhearted smile. "Sure, will, Nessie." And then he was gone, quick as a flash.
"I feel horrible," I moaned, throwing my head into my hands. "My whole family hates me. I should have just stayed…"
Jacob's happy expression was replaced with a sorrowed one.
"Um…never mind that," I muttered, frowning at the floor. Could I ever say the right thing?
Apparently not.
Several minutes later, a police cruiser sounded in the driveway. Everyone filtered into the room at the sound of it, some looking nervous, others at ease. Like Emmett, for example. Emmett was never phased by my deliciously human grandfather's visits. Mom was though, and always got shaken up about it. She still wore brown contacts to please him, even though her originally scarlet eyes had faded to a warm topaz over the course of the past seven years.
"I wouldn't want to scare him," She said every time she put the horrible things in. This was one of those times. She muttered her explanation for the thousandth, blinking rapidly as the colored contact settled into place.
There was the clunk of boots as Charlie helped himself up the steps, followed by a pair of lighter, distinctly female, feet. Sue Clearwater, Leah and Seth's mom, not a werewolf or vampire, just a plain human. Like Charlie. I envied them, sometimes.
Dad opened the door before Charlie could knock, which surprised him nonetheless, but he quickly shook it off. He was under the impression we were…something, but he hadn't been told what. For protection from the Volturi…for protecting himself. So he could still see us, and love us.
"Hi there," he said, nodding. Sue followed behind, her russet skin almost as beautiful as Jacob's, yet spotted by age. She looked around, fully aware of who everyone in the room was…and what they were. She relaxed visibly as she spotted Jacob, but not much. Still, it was kind of Sue to come along and comfort Charlie, especially at times like these.
"Hey there, Bells," he said, going over to wrap his warm arms around my mom. He shuddered a little at the cold touch, still not quite used to it. Mom pulled back, grinning gorgeously at him.
"Hi, Charlie. How are you?"
"I'm…good…I suppose. A little tuckered out. It's been a long day at the station, but I wanted to stop by since I won't be seeing much of ya in these new few months."
Mom nodded, obviously unsurprised, unlike me.
"Where are you going?" I called out, taking in the expressions around me. Everyone sort of frowned when they looked at me, even Emmett, who usually didn't ever get mad about anything.
"No where, Nessie, but aren't you going somewhere?"
Rosalie sent me a frantic, hurried nod. I turned back to Charlie, still confused, but managed to grin.
"Um…yeah. Guess it slipped my mind."
He chuckled, loping over to give me a hug. "How's my girl?"
"Good," I whispered, my throat burning just a little, as his deliciously human neck came into view. The pulse pounded, hot and delicious, a few inches from my mouth. I'd never had this much trouble being around Charlie, but it had been several weeks since I'd last been around humans. No wonder.
Sue flitted to Charlie's side, offering me and Jacob a small smile before her face settled back down into a grimace.
"Might as well get a game in," Charlie said, sitting down heavily in one of the overstuffed couches placed strategically in front of the seventy-inch television. Emmett hurried to sit beside him, grabbing the remote and turning the station onto a sports channel. Jacob settled in to watch too, but my attention was diverted. I needed to speak to mom, or dad, and figure out what was going on.
"Excuse me," I said, standing up. All eleven heads turned to look at me and I blushed, running at a painstaking human place to get to where my parents stood.
"Can I talk to you," I hissed quietly in mom's ear. She looked towards dad, then nodded, grabbing my hand in hers.
"Nessie left something in the cottage," she announced. "Edward and I need to go grab it. We'll be right back."
Jacob looked at me with worry, but I waved my hand dismissively, showing him he didn't need to come along. He relaxed his posture ever so slightly, then turned back to the television.
We dashed across the meadow where the big house was located, continued to run about a mile into the forest, before we came upon our house. Without hesitation, mom pulled me through the front door, dad trailing in behind us.
"What's going on?" I demanded, crossing my arms. Mom shot dad a look he didn't miss. Slowly, he eased down into a chair, gesturing for me to do the same.
"There's a new…vampire…coming," mom began, causing me to gasp. She held up a finger, indicating for me to wait. "The man contacted Carlisle, and said he had an interest in converting, that feeding off humans was making him depressed. He heard of our family from the Denali's."
Instantly, I relaxed. Anyone who knew Carmen, Elezar, Kate and Tanya were a friend of mine. The small coven of vampires were also "vegetarians" and they sustained on only animal blood.
"He's Garret's old friend," Dad clarified, speaking of Kate's mate, Garret, who I had met a long time ago. "And he's close to Forks, so he wanted to stop in. Of course, Carlisle was thrilled, and so he invited him to stay here for a little while. But he's still new, so not any humans can come around. None."
My heart thudded anxiously. "W-what about Jake?"
Mom and dad shared a look before she answered,
"Jacob is fine. He won't want to drink his blood."
Instantly, I relaxed. Now this all made sense.
"What's his name?"
"Duncan Everett," dad answered without a pause, as if he'd been expecting that question to arise. "He was changed eight years ago, and for many of those years he's been trying to make off with donated blood, but that's a hassle. He hates to kill people. He thought he had to, though, in order to survive. When Garret contacted him and told him of our…existence, he was thrilled. He made plans to visit them at once, but Kate pointed him to Carlisle, since he knows so much about it."
In all honesty, I felt a little excited at the prospect of a new vampire staying with us. It sent thrills rocketing through me, up my stomach.
"We told Charlie we were going out of Forks," mom said lightly, finishing up the story. "It's better that way, if he's not involved. Until Duncan's gone, or his thirst for human blood had calmed, then we need to keep him back."
"That makes sense," I mussed, mostly to myself than my parents. I looked up to see they were both smiling at me.
"What's so funny?" I asked, trying to look stern but failing.
"You are," dad said softly, leaning forward to give me a hug. "You're the most wonderful daughter anyone could ever want, Renesmee, and then you go and scare us like that…" He shuddered. "It's not fair, to make us think we'd have to lose you."
Mom nodded her agreement. "We love you so much, darling, that it hurts to have you be away from us."
I nodded my agreement. "Really, I am sorry. I'm glad I worked things out with Jake, though. It was really important to me."
"Thanks, mom," I said, pulling out of dad's embrace only to be enveloped in hers. I listened faintly for the sound of a beating heart, shuddering a bit when there was none. That's the price of becoming a vampire: no heart, no soul. I doubted the soul part, though. My family was so good and kind and I didn't deserve them. Just thinking about it made my throat ache in a totally different way than Charlie's human blood had.
"Jake's going to be worried," I said, rising. "And thank you both, again."
Mom grinned, linking hands with Dad. "You go ahead, Nessie. We'll be there…in a few minutes."
I blushed deeply, knowing very well what they would be up to for a few minutes. Suddenly, I couldn't get away from there fast enough. I waved wildly, turned on my heel, and darted out of the house faster than I ever had before.
