Nessie

I was lying in my bed with no memory of how I got there or who had saved me. All I knew was that I was in the cottage and it was nighttime; the moon illuminated my entire bedroom making it easier to find my way to the door. I felt sweaty and disgusting as I walked out into the kitchen, expecting to see my parents waiting for me to wake up. What happened back in the water was such a blur, all I remember was a pair of big arms lifting me out of the water and then everything going black. If I was being honest with myself, I was sort of hoping that it was Jacob who saved me. It definitely seemed like something he would do; appear out of nowhere and come to my rescue. But then again how would he have known I was in danger, he was gone and I hadn't even screamed when I fell. As I made my way into the living room, it slowly dawned on me that I was the only one here.

Then I noticed that I was still in my wet clothes. Why wouldn't they change me into something dry? Chills ran down my spine, where was everyone? All the lights were turned off so maybe they were back at the house. I made my way out the door when suddenly a familiar howl pierced the air, I'd recognize that sound anywhere. Jacob was here! My heart sped up as I raced out the cottage, wanting to see Jake's reassuring face more than anything. He would erase all my worries in an instant; I didn't even care about what happened earlier, it wasn't important now. My eyes searched the surrounding area but he was nowhere in sight.

Then he howled again, it was coming from the left side of the forest. In seconds I was in pursuit, desperate to find him, needing him to hold me close and tell me everything's okay.

"Jacob! Jacob!" I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow, but nothing was coming out. I couldn't hear my voice at all; as much as I tried to yell, it wasn't working. That was strange. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a clearing a few yards away, and in the middle of it, with his back facing me, stood Jacob. A smile broke out across my face as I made my way over there, my heart soaring.

"Jacob! Jake you're here thank god! What the heck is going on? I just woke up in my bedroom and…"

Silence continued to fill the air; I couldn't hear one word I was saying. Was I even speaking? I walked over to him and grabbed his shoulder. Something was very wrong here. He tensed up, slowly turning towards me, scowling fiercely. He shook my hand off; looking the angriest I've ever seen him. What was wrong? Was he still that mad at me? I tried speaking again.

"Jacob? Jacob what's happening?"

Nothing. He continued to glare at me, not saying a word. Perhaps I could show him what I was feeling. I reached my hand out once more and tried to touch his face, but he smacked it away instantly. Tears stung my eyes; I didn't know what to do. I continued to scream his name but nothing, not even a whisper. That's when I noticed my lungs were tightening and I wasn't breathing. My hands flew to my throat, trying to tell Jake that I needed help. But he just continued to stand there, doing nothing. I walked closer, begging him with whatever hand motions I could think of, to do something.

Before I could touch him, he shoved me backwards and I fell to the ground. My chest felt tight as I tried to get up. But he just knocked me over again, using both hands this time. It was the most painful blow I'd ever felt. Why was he doing this? Still glowering, Jacob stomped over to where I was lying, hovering above me. His face contorted with such rage, it was almost unrecognizable. He slammed his hands on me once again, right over my heart. The pain was excruciating, I didn't know how much more I could take. I begged him to stop but he couldn't hear me, he just continued to do the same thing over and over.

"Nessie!" I heard a voice shout, but it wasn't his.

"Nessie! Oh God please!"

Who was that? And why weren't they stopping Jacob?

"Carlisle it's not working!"

Carlisle?

I bent my head back, trying to find where the voice was coming from, when out of nowhere I felt my lungs filling with air. I could breathe…

My eyes flew open, trying to refocus on my surroundings, but I wasn't in the forest anymore. A bright light hung above me as familiar voices spoke in panicked tones. My name was being called several times but I couldn't see by whom, the light was so bright. Then I felt my head begin to throb and I tried to lift it up but several hands pushed me back down. Soothing words were being whispered into my ear, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. That's when I realized I only dreamt being in the forest with Jacob, it hadn't actually happened.

I blinked a few times, attempting to squeeze the water out of my eyes. When I got enough out I saw Carlisle hovering over me, one of his hands on my forehand and the other pressed against my wrist.

"Nessie? Nessie can you hear me?"

I nodded my head, relief washing over me because I could finally comprehend what he was saying. As I looked around the room I realized that Carlisle's study had been rearranged into a hospital room and that I was lying on a hard and very uncomfortable metal bed. People began to come into focus and I recognized my mother and father both at the foot of my bed looking very frazzled. In the back of the room stood Alice, Esme, and Jasper, while Emmett and Rosalie sat in an armchair to my left. All of them appeared exhausted, like humans who haven't slept in three days.

"Oh Nessie!" My mother cried, walking over to the right side of the bed, holding my other hand.

"What happened?" My voice was hoarse and it stung my throat when I spoke.

"You jumped off a cliff and nearly killed yourself, that's what happened!" My mother's eyes went from concern to anger instantly. It was all coming back to me, the poorly thought out plan, throwing myself off the cliff, thinking about Jacob, those black eyes and twisted grin, then nearly drowning until someone saved me. Her anger, for once, was understandable.

"I'm sorry mom, it was stupid."

"Stupid! It was beyond stupid Renesmee! You jumped off a cliff! Do you have any idea what I've been through? What we've all been through? What were you thinking?"

"I… I wasn't thinking."

"Obviously not!"

"Oh please, like you can talk." Rosalie chimed in, eyebrows raised, looking straight at my mother.

"What?" I asked, very confused. What did she mean by that? Rosalie was about to explain but my mother hissed angrily, preventing her from speaking.

"What was that about?"

"It's not important; we are discussing your rash behavior right now. You could have died do you understand that? If anything would have happened to you Nessie I…I…" She began to sob tearlessly; my father moving forward to comfort her. I felt terrible. Never again did I want to make my mother or any of my family look as they do right now.

"Mom I'm sorry. Really I am. But I would have been fine if I that stupid vampire wasn't in the ocean. She came out of nowhere!" My mother stopped crying and joined everyone in staring at me incredulously.

"What vampire?"

"The vampire in the water. The same one Jacob has been smelling around the forest. She was trying to kill me!"

"Nessie there was no vampire in the water with you." How would she know?

"Yes there was! She kept pulling me down and I nearly drowned!"

"Sweetheart you nearly drowned because your foot was caught on a reef."

"No! That's not what…"

"Thank god Leah saw you jump or…" Wait what?

"Leah saved me?"

"Well no, but Sam heard her thoughts. He's the one who pulled you out of the water. He said that you were stuck on some kind of reef and nearly unconscious when he found you." So it wasn't who I had hoped, but at least it wasn't Leah. I would have never lived that down. But why would Sam say I was stuck on a reef? He had to have caught her scent, she was right there!

"Listen to me I know what I saw. It was a vampire! She had long black hair and really dark eyes…"

"If a vampire was anywhere near you then wouldn't have Sam smelled it?" My father spoke for the first time. He had a point, Sam definitely would have smelled it, but it was there I wasn't imagining being attacked.

"Maybe he couldn't smell her because she was in the water; it could have disguised the scent."

"Nessie it doesn't work like that. Wolves can smell vampires from miles away, water wouldn't have…"

"Then how do you explain the scratches?"

"You probably cut yourself on the reef at some point."

"No!" Suddenly the door creaked open and Sam stuck his head through, his nose scrunching up. He obviously wasn't too pleased to be in a vampire's house and the smell was getting to him. Still he walked into the room trying to hide his disgust the best he could, relaxing slightly when reaching me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, appearing sincerely concerned for my well being.

"I'm fine. Thank you for saving me."

"Sure. It was no problem." I smiled and then wanted to clear some facts up about what really happened.

"Sam…you said I was stuck on a reef…are you sure?" He looked confused for a second and then answered, "Yes. I believe so. Your foot was caught on something." Ha exactly what I thought, he was only guessing.

"See! He's not really sure whether it was a reef or not! I'm telling you it was a vampire!" My mother shook her head, looking almost embarrassed.

"Vampire? Nessie I'm sure it wasn't a vampire, I would have…"

"Smelled it? I know Sam but somehow she must have masked her scent."

Everyone continued to stare at me as I if I was losing my mind.

"How much meds did you give her Carlisle?" Emmet scoffed. Usually I enjoyed his jokes but right now it was very irritating.

"Sweetheart just relax okay, you're still tired…"

"I'm not making this up!"

"I know honey..." Right.

"Jacob would have believed me." I mumbled and of course they heard perfectly. My mother opened her mouth, about to say something but then changed her mind. She glanced at Sam, waiting for him to speak.

"Oh well I guess I should tell you Nessie…after I took you here I…" He stopped, cautiously awaiting some kind of reaction from me.

"You what?"

"I called Jacob. I figured he'd want to know what happened." My heart began to beat out of control and what was worse is that it was heard by everyone in the room thanks to the monitor. Not that they couldn't hear that without it, but the beeping made it so much worse.

"Jacob knows?" I wasn't sure what this meant. Was he coming back? Did he even care? Sam nodded his head and I had a feeling someone filled him in on what had happened between us.

"He's on his way now; he was only a few towns away when I called so it shouldn't be too much longer." Great. What in the world was I going to say to him? I wanted him to know how I felt but at the same time I had no idea what I could possibly tell him that would explain my behavior. There was no way I was ready to confess to all the lies, especially in front of everyone. Yes I am being ridiculously stupid and if I was smart I would stop this now but I just can't. This needed to continue for just a little longer, until the perfect moment came along. After I have finished what I started, all this wasn't going to waste.

But hurting him more was going to be impossible. Maybe I didn't have to hurt him really bad, just enough so that he gets the point that we are only friends. I didn't have to be cruel, and I didn't want to make matter worse. My mother wouldn't be pleased but I was hoping now she understands how serious I am about my decision. This is what I want, or at least am pretending I want.

The room was tense, everyone watching me intently, not sure whether I was happy or upset that Jacob was coming. If this was going to work, they needed to believe it just as much as Jake did.

"I wish you wouldn't have told him Sam."

"I'm sorry but at the moment I wasn't aware of the situation." I just nodded.

"Nessie…your feelings for Jacob is none of my business but I wish you would just think about what you're doing to him…he loves you very much and…" Downstairs the front door flung open and heavy footsteps could be heard flying up the stairs. It took him only three seconds to reach the room and there he was, frantically searching for me and eventually his eyes met mine. The expression on his face left me with no doubt that he still cared about my safety and it just about changed my mind.

He slowly made his way over to me, taking in every scratch and bruise on my body. His fingers grazed over my forehead, holding my other hand in his.

"Oh Nessie." This was going to harder than I thought.