I don't own Twilight. Never have, never will. Stephanie Meyer does.
Chapter Nine-Renesmee
I woke up on a bed in the school nurse's offices that wasn't very comfortable.
"What happened?" I croaked. My vision wasn't focusing, but I could make out a few blobs that must have been people. I sensed human presence and vampiric presence.
"Nessie," I heard a voice say. It must be a member of my family; Nessie is a family pet name. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Dad.
"D–"
"It's Edward and Dad," Dad cut in, reminding me that we were supposed to pretend he was my older brother and Carlisle was my father.
"What happened?" I repeated.
"You...lost consciousness," Carlisle answered. "We're here to take you home. Can you stand?" Maybe. I can't see clearly, though. I tried to step off of the bed, but collapsed as soon as my legs took my weight. Dad caught me. He probably moved too fast in a human's presence.
"She was looking away," he informed me in a frequency too low for the nurse to hear, but high enough for me to hear. I nodded, but then stopped because it made me dizzy.
I'm going to be sick, I warned my father in my thoughts. I didn't trust myself enough to open my mouth.
"She looks like she's going to be sick," Dad noted. "Is there a bathroom here?"
"She's been looking like that ever since she got here," Nurse Awb assured from her desk. "I doubt she'll get sick now." My vision was now focusing, but I could just about hear my father's eyes roll. He picked me up and took me to the bathroom. He set me down by toilet and held my hair behind my back as I threw up. I heard the nurse walk in and gasp. This was bad. My puke is blood red, because...well...I drink blood. It probably looked like I was throwing up my own blood.
"You should call the hospital!" the nurse exclaimed.
"I work there," Carlisle assured her, "she'll be taken care of." We-all but the nurse-knew that I couldn't go to the hospital. Dad carried me to the Volvo. I knew he would rather run and carry me, but normal humans wouldn't carry their severely sick daughter and run to their house. Dad drived, and we were at our house in a matter of minutes. He carried me to my room in our cottage and gently laid me down on my bed. Mom was waiting.
"Sweetheart..." Her voice trailed off when she saw me.
"Renesmee, listen," Carlisle said urgently, "you must tell me one thing. Have you touched the werewolf, even just brushed hands?"
"No," I lied.
"You're lying," Dad said flatly. I sighed, defeated. I touched Carlisle's face to show him the incident where I had to ask him to restrain me. Carlisle stopped breathing.
"He held your wrists?" he hissed.
"What? You expected me to let myself loose control in the presence of so many humans?" I scowled. Carlisle grit his teeth.
"Why was a cut about to make you lose control?" he asked, confused.
"I...I...don't know," I answered truthfully. That hadn't occurred to me until now. Carlisle looked confused and frustrated.
"Get the Quileutes," he said through gritted teeth. Mom and Dad just stared at him as if he was crazy. "Go," he urged. Mom shrugged and ran off. A few minutes later, she ran back with Jacob and Billy. Well, I think it was Jacob and Billy, anyways. The room was turning. My forehead felt like five knives had slashed across it. I realized I was screaming. The world went black. I had that same dream, the one with the savage dog chasing me, only this time, the dog bit me. It was more painful and excruciating than anything I've ever felt before. When I woke up, I saw Jacob, Seth-not Billy-and Mom looking down at me. Dad was in the corner, watching me from a distance. My throat burned. I was thirsty, I knew it, but somehow I couldn't stop myself from jumping out of bed and running towards the road.
"Nessie!" I heard my mom call desperately. Suddenly, she was at my side holding my wrists. "What are you doing?" I tried to touch her face to let her know I had no idea, but I just snarled at her. I ripped my hands free, something that shouldn't have been possible. Mom is much stronger than me. I felt something hit the back of my head and I blacked out.
I woke up in my room. I was alone. I glanced at my clock; it read 10:37 A.M. Crap. I need to hunt right now if I'm going to spend time shopping with Riley. I quickly got dressed and bounded into the living room.
"Hullo," I said cheerfully. My parents were talking in a frequency I couldn't hear.
"Renesmee Cullen. What was that last night?" my mother asked me sternly. I looked down, ashamed.
"I'm not sure," I mumbled. "I won't do it again." My father hissed out a breath through his teeth.
"Nessie, that's what a newborn is like. Hearing your thoughts..." Dad's voice trailed off. "Listen, it's probably best you stay away from humans, at least for the weekend." My heart sank. What was I supposed to tell Riley?
"Tell her that you're sick," Dad said flatly. My eyes narrowed.
"Dad. I'm fine," I insisted, only speaking out loud to get my mom's involvement. "You know I am. I was planning on hunting until then, anyways. I would've last night, but-"
"What are you talking about?" Mom asked, still annoyed with listening to half-spoken conversations.
"Nessie was planning on dress shopping with her friend today," Dad replied.
"And why wasn't I informed of this?"
"She asked me yesterday," I pointed out. "I didn't have time to tell you." Mom and Dad shared a silent conversation with facial expressions. I heard Dad grit his teeth. Yeah, that's right. My half-human ears still heard him.
"You need to be hunting until then," Mom sighed. Dad looked like he was about to interrupt. "Despite their murkiness, I still do have some memories of being a human girl. Trust me, she should go." I grinned.
"Thanks!" Before Mom could change her mind I was running out the door. I ran into the woods, searching for the biggest animals I could find. My favorite (behind mountain lion, of course) are deer. They're fast, but nothing compared to my speed. I saw a flash of brown in between two oak trees. I leapt after the deer, teeth bared. I sunk my teeth into its soft neck. As I felt the sweet blood begin to fill my mouth, I heard the doe scream. There isn't a sound more sad than the sound of a deer screaming. It's hurts my heart every time, and it's almost not worth it to kill the deer. Eventually, too much blood drained out of it and its eyes turned milky. I heard a rustling about one hundred feet behind me. Before I could turn my head around, I smelled human blood. I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction. I was too close to the trail. If those people saw me…
That's not possible. I have superhuman hearing, so I probably heard them before they saw me, and no human can focus on a running vampire, or even a half-vampire.
While I was lost in thought, I didn't notice an eagle swooping around above my head. Once I noticed it, I saw it land on the top of a tree nearby. I've never tried to hunt a bird before, but once I thought about it, I realized that I could probably do it. I backed up, and then ran forward silently. I leapt into the air and as soon as my lips touched feathers I bit down. It turns out that those were the wings. Once the bird couldn't fly away, I loosened my grip and spit out the feathers. I bit into the side of its neck, finding one of the main arteries that led to its heart. When the blood touched my tongue, I recognized the taste. I couldn't quite place where, though.
School. That's it. I remember this as the flavor that I almost spit out on my first day. It wasn't as bad as I thought, and now I found that I rather enjoyed it. I decided to hunt other birds to see if they were any good.
It turned out that only eagles were good.
Once my thirst was quenched, I ran back to the cottage. Mom and Dad were gone. I saw a note on the kitchen counter that we never use. I read it from the door.
Nessie,
Mom and I are meeting with Carlisle. It's urgent. Alice says we won't be back before you leave to go with Riley. Have fun.
-Dad
Urgent? What does he mean? I shook my head. I glanced at my watch, and saw that I didn't have much time. I ran to the Dairy Queen that Riley and I decided we were going to. I waited outside for a few minutes, then saw a silver Honda pull up and Riley get out.
"Hello!" she called cheerfully.
"Hi," I responded.
"Do you maybe want to go to that new dress shop that was just added across the street after lunch?"
"That sounds good," I decided. We walked into the Dairy Queen. I ordered the smallest burger I could see and didn't get anything on the side. Riley got a normal burger and fries.
"No drink or anything?" she asked, surprised.
"Um...I'm not really thirsty," I offered as an excuse. She shrugged. As we ate, Riley launched into her monologue about the dance, boys, school, etc. Once we finished, we walked to the dress shop. The air conditioning was blasting straight into our face as soon as we walked in. Riley shivered, but I didn't notice it. My blood is as warm as a human-blood temperature is an all or nothing thing. I can't have forty-nine point three degree blood. However, I'm used to the cold. My family doesn't have blood!
We walked over to a display of dresses.
"What do you think about this one?" Riley asked, holding up a green one.
"That looks good," I decided. "You should try it on."
"What about this one for you?" she asked, holding up a silver one with a low neckline.
"Uh, I don't think my parents would approve," I laughed.
"Your parents are a bit strict," she said, amused.
"I know, right?" I agreed.
"Just try it on," she pleaded. "You'd look great." I shrugged.
"Okay." She handed me the dress and we walked to the dressing rooms. I walked into one of the rooms and locked the door behind me. I slipped my shirt and pants off and put the dress on. I reached behind me to buckle the clasp and zip up the back. As I looked into the mirror, I knew that my parents would never let me wear this. I heard a knock at the door.
"Hey, Renesmee, let me see how you look!" I opened the door. Riley's eyes widened.
"Wow!" she said after a moment. "That...that looks great! You should wear it!" I shrugged.
"I'll keep it in mind. What about the dress you had?"
"It didn't fit properly," she admitted. We walked over to the dresses and kept looking. After a while, I ended up buying the silver dress. Riley bought an orange one.
"What time did your mom say she would pick you up?" I asked.
"In about five minutes. Are you sure you don't want a ride?" she asked.
"Yeah," I assured her.
"How are you going to get home, then?" she asked, confused.
"Um, I'll walk," I said, with a lack of something better to say. Riley raised an eyebrow and stared at me. After a few moments, when neither of us spoke, she sighed.
"That's got to be at least fifty miles, Renesmee. You can hardly run that far in a day, much less walk that long in an afternoon." Crap. What am I supposed to say?
"Well...I walked here," I said feebly. Riley narrowed her eyes.
"Right," she said sarcastically. I was suddenly overcome with anger.
"Why don't you ask Sam then?" I snapped. "He knows."
"Why don't you just tell me what's going on?" she countered, equally frustrated.
"Because I care about-" I cut myself off. I was about to finish with "your life", but I couldn't say that. Riley pursed her lips.
"Maybe I will ask Sam, then," she murmured. Just then, a black minivan pulled up. With one last glance back at me, Riley got in the car. I gave a small, meek wave. Once the car was out of sight, I walked into the woods and checked for other humans. I smelled and saw no one. I took off running. I saw every tree, flower, and blade of grass perfectly as I glided across the forest floor. Soon enough, after crossing streets and highways so fast that the humans couldn't see me, I found myself back at the cottage.
"How was your day?" my mother asked as soon as I got in. I tried not to think about the fight Riley and I had, but the more you try not to think of something, the more you think about it.
"Oh, no," my Dad muttered. "You didn't handle that situation very well." I sighed.
"What was I supposed to do?" I sighed. "It's not like I told her anything."
"I don't want to know," my mom remarked. I sighed.
"How did you do it?" I asked her tiredly. "Humanness is hard." She laughed with her perfect, velvety, vampiric voice and walked over to me. She enveloped me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her shoulder. My mom pulled away and put her hand on my cheek.
"Hey," she said, looking me in the eyes. "Don't worry. Your age is hard, but it will better. Trust me." I nodded slowly. I'd heard that there were certain years that were hard for humans. I hoped my mom was right about it getting better.
AN: Same update rules as usual, but none of the other chapters are written yet, so there might be a delay.
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