Chapter 9: Nessunamir
It was about three in the morning when Seth finally showed up. Sam had passed out on the couch watching football and I was playing handheld Free cell at the kitchen table, humming off tune little melodies. Stumbling through the door, Seth collapsed to the floor a look of sheer pain on his face. I quickly pushed myself out of the chair and raced to his side, catching him before he fell all of the way.
"Seth!" I squealed, lowering him to the floor. He was covered in wounds from head to toe. I could tell by the way his body laid that he was completely out of energy, he couldn't even hold his head up. Apparently, the commotion had woken Sam up because the next moment, Sam was rushing to my side, a look of worry on his face.
"Seth what's wrong!" He hollered, taking the injured boy from my arms. He grumbled something, his face buried in Sam's chest. Sam's forehead wrinkled as he tried to make out the words. "What?" He asked. Again Seth mumbled, his words muffled by Sam. "What?" Sam asked again. Reaching forward I pulled Seth back so that he was in a comfortable position, yet his face wasn't covered.
"I said...I can't...breathe." He wheezed, his eyes shut. Sam nodded once an embarrassed expression on his face.
"Hmm, why didn't I think of that?" He chuckled lightly. I dragged my hands down the wounds, examining them. He was naked, so I was guessing that he had been a werewolf at one point in the night on his way here.
"What happened to you?" I whispered, my heart crushed at the sight of his wounds. He opened his eyes slightly so that he could look at me, his body completely useless.
"I got...into a...fight." he wheezed. I sighed and shook my head softly, my bangs falling in my face. Reaching down I grabbed his hand and cupped it to my chest.
"With who?" I whispered, laying my hand on the side of his face. He smiled at me slightly. I could feel what Sam was feeling at the moment. I could sense his betrayal, the depression he was experiencing, but I did love Seth more than I love Sam, and I know it was wrong to give myself to Sam like I had done, but I had no control over that, not with how I had been feeling. Seth flashed me a fading smile, his eyes closing again.
"That...Ryuuen...person," He replied in a much stronger voice than would have suited his current state. "He...got mad...at you...when you tried...to...run...away...and he turned...on...me and...attacked me." He wheezed, the pain starting to bleed through in his voice. He coughed, blood trickling from the cuts that were probably once gouges. "He is not...happy with...you right...now." He whispered holding my hand tightly, bringing it to his chest this time, his other hand grabbing the one that was rested on his face and dragged it across his cheek, rubbing his soft flesh against mine. I sighed.
"I've caused you all pain by coming home." I whispered, pulling my hands away. His eyes opened as he looked at me slightly shocked.
"Home? Xio informed...me not to...long ago...that you...were coming to us...that you didn't....know who you...were. Does that...mean you...remember?" He gasped. I smiled slightly and nodded my head.
"I kinda figured it out when I saw Sam, after I ran away." I replied, my cheeks red. Sam snorted.
"Yeah, the genius here was almost smucked by the cruiser. Why she had to sit in the middle of the road is beyond me." Sam laughed, messing up my hair. Seth laughed also, coughing.
"Maybe so...she wouldn't...get a stick...shoved up...her...ass?" Seth opted. Sam boomed in laughter, I just glared at them, waiting for them to stop. Once finished I replied in a mocking tone.
"Ha ha ha. I'm glad to see your main source of entertainment is back." I snorted. Sam laughed, reaching forward he helped Seth up, his arm wrapped around his waist. He helped Seth limp to the couch where a pillow and blanket -that I had covered Sam up with- laid. Laying him down on the pillow, Sam grabbed a wash cloth and wiped off most of the blood that had stained Seth's skin. Seth gasped at the coldness of it and shivered, his body twitching. I found myself staring at him with fondness, more fondness than I should have been. I did love Jacob, with all of my heart, but something told me to stay with Seth.
Looking up Seth caught me staring at Sam's hands as they wiped down his hips and legs. He sent me a smile purposely laying with his legs open for my full viewing. I knew what he was doing. I was back, and he was going to give Jacob his run for his money. Unfortunately, in the Who-banged-who-more-times game, Marcus won in an outstanding many times. Of course I had to count each session with him a half cause he always left me feeling unsatisfied, but still. Counting all that, I guess him and I had done it about...well over a hundred times? In twenty years I presume. Let's tally them up shall we? Jacob: 1 Seth: 1 Marcus: 200 Sam: 1...I think Marcus won that. Hopefully I'm not the prize. But, I couldn't stop myself from looking anyway. It was just the way he sat, the silent perverted gestures that he dared to slip by Sam -not like Sam would care seeing how he knew where I stood and that I like Jacob over both of them- that caught my eyes, leaving me staring breathlessly. Out of all of them, I didn't know who's intercourse I cherished more. Marcus was most definitely out of the question. He had a weakness of talking things that pissed him off in the middle. Like one time he started talking about an argument that him and Aro were having, and no lie, I pulled out a Magazine while he was in the middle of it.
Jacob, I hadn't been able to witness him all the way yet, and I hardly remembered anything in detail from when I was human, so if I got him to do it again to me while I was in this form, then I could really judge. Sam, eh, he was good just...he didn't show the alpha backbone. I'd like to think a man like him would be putting me through walls and crap but no, he'd been with Emily for so long -no doubt having to lighten it up because of her slightly old age- he didn't know how to show a little roughness. Now Seth was a different story. Seth broke the bed, the dresser and countless other things, one thing I didn't like about his was...he didn't know how to cuddle. He just stood up and bragged. I think I recall a few hair pulling times in there. I wouldn't know now, I'd have to give Seth and Jacob another test through. The possibilities of Seth not cuddling probably swung in the favor of Carlisle coming over. Stupid cuddle moment ruining grandpa!
"So, Ella, what are your plans for tomorrow?" Seth questioned, a slight moan to his voice. Snapping back to reality I shook my head, rubbing my forehead. I was thinking too many dirty thoughts right now and I needed to stop it! I NEEDED TO STOP IT!! I snapped my hand across my face, causing both Sam and Seth to jump and look at me. I teetered a bit then straightened myself up and giggled. Seth stared at me with wide eyes, a smile on his face. "Feel better?" He questioned. I laughed.
"I have such a filthy mind!" I cackled.
A little beyond filthy, your dirty thoughts make me want to give myself to the entire pack! Sam's jaw dropped. Seth's smile stretched as he stared at my one on one conversation with myself.
"Eng's pack included?" I giggled.
Yeah, I'm sure Brock can push that in hard.
"Ugh, ew. Eng is so much cuter."
Which is why you're considered a pedophile. I brought my hand across my face again. I stopped and looked at Sam and Seth. Seth looked like he was on the verge of laughing hysterically and Sam was looking at me like I was a wack job.
"Sorry. I talk to myself a lot." I whispered, hiding my face. Seth laughed.
"Whoa, you like...have two people in there and you pimp slapped both of them at once! Way to go Ella!" Seth cheered as Sam brought the washcloth to the bathroom rather than walk by me to get to the kitchen. I giggled humorlessly and shook my head.
"Nothing to really cheer about there." I whispered quietly. When I looked back up at him I saw he wasn't on the couch anymore. I gasped and looked around trying to find him. I backed up feeling more alert than I should have until I bumped into a hot body. His arms clasped around me like a Venus fly trap, his chin resting on my shoulder.
"I missed you, Ella." He whispered in my ear. I looked down at the floor as he pressed his cheek to mine, his dark hair grazing my shoulders.
"I missed you, too." I whispered. He chuckled.
"You don't have to lie. You couldn't even remember who you were, according to Xio that is." He whispered in my ear, slightly rocking me from side to side as if we were slow dancing to an imaginary tune. I smiled and shook my head.
"No, I knew who you were. I could remember you, deep inside. I knew, cause I broke down...once I heard your name." I thought back to the little boy Seth, that I had killed. He sighed lightly.
"Jacob...hasn't thought about you at all." He whispered, stopping. I turned around and looked at him, and even though it practically broke my heart, I knew it was a good thing he didn't. I smiled faintly.
"Good, he was ready to move on." I replied with a giggle, but Seth didn't see it like I had. He shoved me back so that I stumbled and fell backwards over the arm and onto the couch.
"How can you say that! He lost two loves in his life Ella! I lost you! Do you know how it feels to lose someone you love?" He was hollering now. I felt my heart shatter like glass. I looked away, my eyes filling with tears as I thought of that last day I had spent with him. My hand shot to my stomach. Seth's angered expression disappeared to an apologetic one. I sat up and nodded.
"I do, Seth. I do know how it feels to lose someone I love." The tears escaped. I shook my head, trying to shake them away but they came harder.
"Ella, I'm-"
"I lost my entire family! I lost Rosalie! Esme! Leah! Feile! Little Feile who didn't deserve to die! They died because of me, Seth." I was screaming now. I threw my hands over my ears to cover the sound of my own wailing. "I lost them, and I lost Jacob, and I lost you! Then I lost my babies! And I lost my life, Seth, I lost one of the one things I cherished! I lost me, Seth! You try not knowing who you are! To be able to speak on a phone with your supposed to be husband and father of your babies, and not know why you feel like you should be with him! You wake up not remembering what had happened the day before next to a Vampire who kills millions of people to survive!" I squealed, then fell quiet, my own crying sickening me. I buried my face in the cushions, my hands grasping at my hair, pulling them from their roots. Seth climbed over the arm of the couch and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my shoulder.
"Ella, I'm sorry." he sniffled. Turning I wrapped my arms around him, crying into his neck. He squeezed me tightly in his grip, the feeling of hot tears burning the flesh on my shoulder. Behind us the sound of Sam coming down the stairs reached our ears. I whirled around. Sam was standing at the bottom of the stairs, a look of confusion, mixed with depression on his face. I sniffled and wiped at my eyes.
"I should leave." I whispered, climbing off the couch. They both moved forward, their hands grabbing my wrists, stopping me. They both barked for me to stay at the same time.
"Ella, we have plenty of room here, and truth be told, I don't want to sleep in my room alone." Seth squealed, his grip tighter than Sam's. Sam let go. I looked back at Seth, Sam had a smile on his face, a more...sad...smile on his face. "I don't sleep in there anyway. I just lay there and cry, but not if you're with me. No, if you're with me, I'd actually sleep." He pulled me towards him, almost pulling me off of my feet. "Please? At least for tonight?" He pleaded. I looked at Sam. The sadness disappeared as he shrugged his shoulders. I sighed and looked back into Seth's pleading eyes.
"You really want me here?" I questioned. Seth smiled and rubbed his face against my hand and my arm and whispered happily.
"Every waking moment of my life." I smiled. Turning my hand around I cupped his cheek in the palm of my hand. He smiled at me and leaned up, his eyes closed as he pressed his lips to mine. Mine closed automatically as his hands found their way to my cheeks, cupping my face in his hands. "Let's go to bed." He whispered. I nodded. Climbing off of the couch, he grabbed my wrist and started to lead me upstairs. I wondered how this would be. More like Jacob? Or more like Marcus?
Queen of Voltaire
I left the house before anyone woke up. I didn't want to hassle with Seth or Sam begging me to stay any longer when I didn't need to. What I needed to do now was get to Jacob and my family and tell them that I remembered who I was and who they were. Sneaking through the kitchen, I reached the front door and quietly opened it. Turning I stepped out onto the porch, I slowly turned the knob and clicked it shut.
"Good morning Valeria." An angelic voice said behind me. I screamed and whirled around, my heart racing. Nessunamir? Nessunamir was here?! I clenched my fists shut and threw my right one forward, coming close to hitting her but she dodged it to well. "Hey!" She squealed, doing a back flip off of the porch. I jumped at her, kicking off the railing. I let my fists fly in her direction, trying my hardest to hit her. She dodged them, a shocked, slightly frightened look on her face. Snapping her hand out she caught my fists. "Would you stop! I'm not here to hurt you!" She cried out, pushing me away.
"Give me proof!" I snarled, slightly crouched over, ready to attack her. She looked around, her hands up as if she were trying to show she had no weapons, or meant no harm.
"Uh...Marcus sent me here to kill you but I don't want to because you're my friend?" She opted, shaking her head a little. I snorted.
"So he does want me dead." I mused. She put her hands down and nodded, her face slightly pouting.
"Yep, he didn't like that whole embarrassment thing when you slugged him in the face." She sighed. I raised an eyebrow, still in my defensive stance.
"Are Aro and Caius in on it too? Do they want me dead?" I was hoping not. I liked them. They were tolerable -especially Aro with his cheerfulness. She shook her head.
"No, Aro has been trying to talk him into forgetting about you, and Caius said he deserved everything he got. But Marcus is going on saying
"'Well if I can't have her than no one can' and he's putting everyone else through grief. Honestly, he's such a child. I don't even know what his problem is. He was more than happy to slip me a note under the table telling me to take the next plane to Forks and kill you, but when he partnered me up with Rayne, I found that she wasn't there." She itched her head and crossed her arms. Standing up straight I snickered.
"Yeah, she attacked me." I replied. Nessa's eyes grew wide as she stepped forward.
"She did! Are you alright?" She squealed. I nodded.
"Yeah, I killed her. Now Ryuuen's pissed off at me because apparently she was his sister." I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't care. She nodded.
"I see, so she attacks, and you killed her. Wow. What else happened?" She asked, pure curiosity rimming her voice.
"Well, after we found out Rayne was Ryuuen's sister, Ryuuen tried to attack me, so I ran away and ended up crying in the middle of the road, and I almost got decapitated by the guy who lives here's car. Come's to find out he's my Godfather Sam Uluey, the Alpha to the werewolf pack here in LA Push. So he brings me home, I plead for him to kill me, he seduces me, I have sex with him, I find out that the girl who had sex with the father of my dead babies before he actually had sex with me recorded their little session on tape, so I get mad, steam it off a bit, eat dinner, my godfather falls asleep on the couch, the kid who also lives here who has a crush on me comes home wounded, we take care of him -I had sex with him before I was taken to Voltaire- then we go to bed. End of Story." I hurried through it quickly. She looked at me confused then stuck her tongue out disgusted.
"You had sex...with your godfather?" She questioned. I nodded and started to walk by her.
"Yeah, I'm dreading my actions too, please don't remind me." She just laughed and followed me as I started to make my way down the driveway and along the sidewalk. The weather was fairly decent out today. Cloudy, but no rain. It was pretty warm also, maybe even unseasonably warm for spring in Forks or LA Push. She sighed, walking next to me.
"So, how do you know who all of these people are?" She questioned looking at me, her pace as steady as mine.
"I don't know what happened really. I started to recall small parts of my memory after I spoke to Carlisle on the phone. Then when I saw Sam, it all just came back to me all at once. I remembered everything like I was drugged or something." She looked at me, with a thoughtful look.
"Possibly? But how would you be drugged? The only way you could be was through the medication that Xio gave you, and even then, he'd have to issue it through Marcus." I stopped and looked at her, remembering the last time I woke up without remembering anything, I was with Marcus.
"Maybe Marcus did issue it." I replied. She cocked her head to the side, her left eyebrow raised.
"Why would he want to do that? Issue a memory loss drug, I mean." I smiled and crossed my arms my chin resting on my fist.
"Well, what was one reason Marcus didn't want me to leave Voltaire?" I questioned. Her face looked blank as she thought about it. "Because he didn't want me to suddenly remember who I was and go back to my family! So he issues a drug so that I forget who I am, and who my family members are, keeps me locked up in the tower until someone spills the beans, then he can just have Xio give me another dose, then badda bing badda boom, I'm back to my amnesia infected form." I giggled. She looked at me with wide eyes.
"Wow! That actually makes sense! How long have you been thinking that over?" She asked, astonished. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking again.
"It just popped into my head actually. I don't do good in thinking in long terms, all of my ideas pop into my head at the last moment." She followed me. She practically skipped along side of me as she smiled.
"I don't remember anything about me being human either, do you think I'm drugged and be able to possibly find out who I am when I hear one of my family members names?" She asked, starting to jump over the cracks in the sidewalk. Her energy was making me tired. I reached forward and grabbed her arm stopping her.
"Well, I didn't remember until I saw their faces. But I started getting kinda," I fidgeted a little. "I started to feel a little more...attached to them once I heard their names. So possibly." I replied. She squealed and spun in the air. I looked at her confused. "Ugh, would you keep your feet on the ground? You're making me sick, tired, and some other feelings that I haven't been able to classify yet."
Pissed? I rolled my eyes.
"Sure, lets go with that." We traveled along side the road for a bit until a boy in a ford pick up pulled over. Nessa stopped, but I kept walking.
"Hey, Val!" Nessa hollered. I stopped and turned around. She pointed to the guy in the truck. "You don't just walk away from someone who pulls over." I sighed and shook my head, mumbling a curse word under my breath.
"What up home dog?" I questioned leaning on his door, my elbow in his window. He looked at me like he was oogling my goodies. I should slap the crap out of him!
"Do you two girls need a ride?" He asked, craning his head to see down my loose tank top -in which I stole from Leah before I left, same with the pants and the belt.
"Do we have to pay you with some form of service?" I asked dully. He looked at me confused. "I mean, I could bounce on ya if you wanted me to, seeing how I must be what I feel like." I looked back at Nessa. She cocked her eyebrow.
"And what do you feel like?" He asked slightly breathless. I leaned forward so that my forehead was resting against his.
"The town whore." I practically snarled. I didn't know how menacing I sounded, but I sounded like a witch to me. He cleared his throat and put his hand back down, his fingertips lightly grazing the flesh on my chest.
"If you want to." He whispered. I pulled away and rolled my eyes.
"Nessa, get in the back." I barked. She nodded and jumped. I went around and climbed into the passenger side. I heard a zipping noise as I shut the door. Looking over at him I saw that his pants were unzipped and it was hanging out. I glared at him. "Put your god damn stick away before I rip it off!" I snarled. He quickly jammed it into his pants, getting some of the skin in it as he zipped it up.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I thought you were going to-" "Just shut up and drive you sicko." I snarled. He slammed on the gas, causing Nessunamir to fall over in the back. He got us to the border of Forks before he stopped. "We'll walk from here, thanks for pulling your dick out at the wrong time." I growled climbing out. Nessa jumped out of the back as I started across the border. The boy slammed on the gas, speeding by us. I scared, him. Good.
"What's wrong with him?" Nessa asked, looking at the truck. I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't know.
"I don't know, he said he was late to go somewhere." I replied mumbling. She nodded slightly.
"Wow, that was nice of him to stop and give us a ride even though he was in a hurry." She giggled. I rolled my eyes. We continued down the road, the rain coming on. Nessa groaned as she pulled the back of her shirt up and over her head. "I hate the rain!" She whined. I smiled and stopped, looking up at the sky.
"I love it." I whispered. She stopped and looked at me, her shirt still shielding her. I closed my eyes as I let the water drop on my face, it's cold texture almost surreal. "In the rain, no one can see you crying, and hardly anyone is around to really care. It's so peaceful." I walked over to a small bridge and stood on it, looking into the water. I leaned against the railing, smiling at the water. "To see the once smooth surface of the water, disrupted by rain, a perfect image broken, up." I let my smile disappear as I looked straight down. "Plus, I can't see my reflection. The monster I've let myself become." I whispered and pulled away. I looked into her eyes. Her expression like mine, sad. I shook my head and walked by her, the little detours starting to make me depressed. She grabbed my hand, stopping me. I turned around and looked at her.
"What's your real name?" She questioned. I looked back at her shocked, then sighed.
"My real name is Mayella Cullen." She nodded, and smiled then clutched my hand tighter, resting her head on my shoulder.
"Tell me about your life, before the Volturi." She requested, wrapping her arms around mine. I started forward, thinking about where to begin.
"I was born in Alaska with my father Edward Cullen. When my mother, Isabella Cullen had me, my blood was so powerful that she had to be locked away and slowly made tolerant to my scent. All the while, my father raised me by himself, over protectively. When my mother came home, I never knew why she acted the way she did. She's always grunt, and grind her teeth when she held me. She couldn't stand to be around me, so my father had her adapt the job, and he sat with me through head start, kindergarten and the first grade. The first year I went through school without him, I got him into some trouble when I admitted to a kid who was bullying me a few things I thought were normal. After that I never trusted anyone with my personal life again." I continued on, looking out over the rain covered road. "After a few years I began to make friends, and I even developed a crush on a boy named Matt. My best friend Melony told her friend who also liked him that I liked him, and she got it settled through with Matt to dispose of me. So I was walking home one day and I saw Matt with a few of his friends in an alley way playing hacki-sack, and he wanted to show me something cool. He had a butterfly knife, but I thought nothing of it so I watched as he twirled it around amazed. His friends kept laughing but I didn't rightfully know what about, until he stabbed me in the stomach." I felt her flinch next to me. "I almost died that night, I should have died that night. So my father hunted Matt down and killed him along with his friends and Melony's girlfriend there. My never let me out of the house again unless it was to go to school. A few years later, the bodies were found, and he decided it was only time until they linked it back to him.
"That's when we moved here to Forks. My life started out semi-normal. Instead of going to Forks High, my mother wanted me to go to school on the reservation. So she enrolled me in there without my dad knowing. I had a crappy first day, really. But I met Jacob." I smiled, my hand laying on my belly. Me and him hit it off, but I admit, I started some really stupid arguments with him. Like the one when he was trying to tell me what he was and what my parents were, and I thought he was going insane. Right around then, we were housing a mind controlling vampire by the name of Edward Shawn." I replied. She nodded.
"Edward Shawn, born in Italy. He was working for Xio a long time ago, back when Xio was pretty brave. Shawn was very smart, very persistent and very manipulating. His powers hadn't developed fully when he changed, but Xio helped unleash the full potential of those powers. Shawn suffered quiet a while, while working with Xio in the lab. He suffered terrible headaches in which were unexplainable, seeing how vampires rarely ever got headaches. Well, never really." She stopped. I stopped as well, looking at her confused. "Edward went by a different name back then. His name was Claudius Vanguilder, he very was famous. One day while in the lab with Xio, Claudius decided to try out his new mind controlling powers. Xio was his victim." She smiled at me faintly as though disgusted. "I'm not sure if you realize this, but Xio is blind." My jaw dropped. Blind! How the hell!
"How is he blind!" I squealed, backing away from her. She giggled slightly.
"Shawn manipulated him to claw out his own eyes. Even though Xio put them back in they haven't worked since. Everywhere he goes, he has a curtain of darkness around him as a shield, I guess. But it also serves as his eyes. Have you ever heard the saying, 'The darkness has eyes of it's own, waiting and praying to feast on the flesh of the living?'" She asked. I shook my head, not recalling ever hearing that. "That saying came from Xio. Back before he could ever really control his hunger -in which I'm sure he told you he fed upon werewolves his whole life, but that is a big fat steaming lie- Xio would lurk in the darkness and wait. He'd send his mist of darkness out over a town as his eyes so he could see farther distances, then attack. The person would be engulfed in darkness and then they would die. Xio's blind, which is why his eyes are always moving, as if they weren't staying on one thing. In a bright room -such as his lab- he completely blind, but he can still see the light. In a moderately lit room such as right now, he can manipulate the shadows about him to help him see, but it's still darkness that he is afraid of." I nodded starting to put everything together. In Carlisle's house, he was able to talk and see about using his shadows. But in the lab, he's completely useless...which was how he managed to spill that acid on his face! His eyes never stopped moving in the light, but outside he was able to manipulate the shadows for his eyes!
I nodded. "He's afraid of the dark. He's a chicken. He hates a surprise." I stopped to think about Eng's words. He chose small wolves cause he wouldn't be able to rightfully see if the larger ones were attacking. And he chose a number he settle fighting with. He hardly used his powers. He was completely blind. Giggling Nessa shook her head and danced a head of me.
"Alright, carry on, I'm sorry for my interruption." She smiled. I shook my head.
"No, thank you, for informing me on that." I whispered. She just giggled. "Alright, Edward tried to kill me and almost did it too if it hadn't been for Jacob. Of course, we were still not talking to each other because of a fight. I spent two months in bed being taken care of by Carlisle. Many fights between us broke out after that, until the winter ball where Edward showed up and tried to kill me, again. He wrecked my dad's car, manipulated Jacob into holding me, bit me -of course I was pregnant back then."
"You were pregnant!" She squealed, her eyes sparkling. I nodded.
"Yeah, Jacob's babies. Anyway, he tried to rip them out of my stomach with his teeth until my dad showed up and beat the crap out of him. I was going through some odd conversions, turning into a vampire at the time anyway so it wasn't anything I hadn't witnessed before. Jacob left for a couple months to join forces with a Chinese wolf pack in Arizona, I was depressed, Jake came home and we found out what sex the babies were. Twin's. One boy, one girl. Then the final fight came that killed Esme, Rosalie, Ralis -Xio's boyfriend-, my vampiric son Feile, my wolf brothers and sister, Leah, Paul, Embry, Quil. I lost my babies, and almost lost Jacob when Edward came out again and attacked him. Thinking he was dead I sacrificed myself using my awesome vampire powers that didn't work worth beans and got my sorry butt killed, but I got to kill Keile, Feile's older brother -in human years. But, as I was dieing -Keile put his fist through my stomach and killed the babies- I started to turn into a vampire -they tend to use their teeth for everything I noticed- but Jacob ended up bleeding in my wounds. So I have no clue what went on there, but I'm half vampire half werewolf.
"I was locked in the same giant metal box my mom was and was probably going to stay in there until I croaked naturally. But I ended up busting out, killed my very first human, vomited, passed out in the river, woke up near Seth, went to his house, had sex, Carlisle came over, I ran home, heard my family bad mouthing me, then the Volturi came. That's all I remember. No details, just...that." I replied. She nodded her head and sighed.
"You're an original Cinderella aren't you?" She giggled. I turned on her and hissed.
"You have no idea what I've been through and you're comparing my life to a fairytale!?" She pulled away, her hands up.
"I mean, you're going through a tough time right now, but in the end, you'll have a happily ever after. You just haven't gotten that far in the book yet." She replied. I snorted and sped up, walking by her. She just laughed and followed me. About a mile down the road we stopped in front of the driveway to Carlisle's house. I sighed. Giggling Nessa stepped in front of me and started to bounce up and down. "Can I meet them, can I meet them!" She squealed. I rolled my eyes and slapped her in the forehead gently.
"I don't care." I replied. She cheered and wheeled around waiting for me to go a head of her. I walked by her and up the driveway, my presence obviously known to them seeing how Carlisle stepped out on the porch followed by my father and Jacob. "Jacob!" I squealed, running towards him. He smiled and launched himself off of the porch, laughing as he charged at me. I threw my arms out to hug him when he got close enough, but something went wrong. He went right by me. I whirled around to see where he was going. He wrapped his arms around Nessa and picked her up off of the ground, spinning her. I stared at him confused, then the rest of my family charged by me, knocking me out of the way and soon, to the ground.
"RENESMEE!!" Jacob hollered, hugging her tightly. She looked at him confused for a second, then her face warped to one of sheer happiness.
"Jake?" She whimpered. He smiled, tears in his eyes. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. My heart shattered. Renesmee? Nessa? Nessie! My heart throbbed as Jacob pressed his lips to hers, crying. Soon, my father pulled her out of his arms and crushed her in his grip, same thing with my mother. Everyone hugged her, even uncle Emmett. "Mom! Dad!" She squealed burying her face in their shirts. Their voices became warped as I sat on the cold cement that had obviously been paved over the dirt road.
"My little nudger." My mother cooed, rubbing her forehead against Nessie's. I looked down at the ground, until they started back towards the house, none of them looking at me, not even once. I sat there, until the door closed, and a uproar of cheers clattered through the distance. I sat there, tears in my eyes. I had remembered them though...I knew who they were!
I knew who they were....