Okay, so first let me apologize for the wait on this. I'm having serious writer's block all of the sudden. I know where I want the story to go, and every time I've tried to continue it, it just turns out horribly. Which, regrettably means that the "preview" for the next chapter is pretty much void (I swear I've written at least three versions of the next chapter, which will be titled Old Magic, after the title of the fanfic, and therefore a very important chapter). Sorry. But I'm hoping this one will help me get back on track with this story.
So here's a big thanks to teenrockstar who suggested I should do this- it honestly hadn't even crossed my mind before now.
I like writing Renesmee's point of view, because it's easy to make up scenarios and play through scenes when the main character is one that no one really "knows". When writing from a well-known, and well-loved character's perspective, there are more rules- more things that limit where you can take that character, based upon their previously established personality.
Anyways, lol. That's why I didn't ever really think about doing this before- but it sounds like a good idea right now, so enjoy!
Sorry for the length of my Author's Note, I tend to babble, obviously.
Review!!! Disclaimer in Chapter Two!!
~wwsadd
Old Predictions
(Bella's POV)
I had never kidded myself that the peace would last. Obviously the rest of my family had. I knew from the get-go that we weren't going to be able to live happily ever after- not for an eternity.
But I played along- Everyone seemed so happy. I was happy- completely blissful. But it didn't take long for the reality to crash back down on me. There was no way my daughter hadn't inherited some of my knack for getting into trouble.
When Alice had first suggested that we let her "be human", Edward's reaction astounded me. I thought he'd jump at the chance to surround her with humans; that ate real food and looked their real ages.
I guess the part of him that would always be Renesmee's father was just as prone to overreaction as the rest of him. He thought she was going to get herself into some sort of dangerous situation, especially on the other side of the country, and he wouldn't be there to swoop in and save her.
He had been even more overprotective of her since Jake had left that last time. I didn't know what it was that was after him, but I did know that I trusted him. As much as I would deny admitting it to anyone else, I could at least admit it to myself. I trust Jake with my life, my family, and my heart- my daughter.
He had earned that much, hadn't he?
And I knew Edward trusted him too, if we got down to the real point. The amount those two went through- almost all of it my fault- had forged some sort of a bond, that though they would never exactly pal-around, they had come to instinctually back each other up.
For which I was grateful. Jake was my best friend, and would remain so forever. And though it had bothered me at first, I grew to appreciate the ties he had to Renesmee. I could tell that he really did do everything with her best interest in mind, and if I honestly thought about it, there wasn't anyone I would rather have my daughter with. I knew Jake would take care of her.
Carlisle had played a huge part in convincing Edward that Ness should try a year away from home. He and Alice had personally gone through hundreds of boarding schools, before deciding on Spencer.
It didn't take too much extra effort for Rosalie to pull me on board, so to speak. As much as I loved Alice, Rose and I now had a sisterly bond that the friendship between Alice and I never reached.
Part of Rose's reason for being so happy about the boarding school business was that she hoped it would pull Nessie away from things that reminded her of Jake. If anyone hated him, it was Rosalie Hale. She had been ready to rip him to shreds the last couple of times he'd come to town, and she wanted Nessie away from his "dreadful influence", as she put it.
I didn't fear for my daughter's safety. If she had survived having Emmett as an uncle, the humans weren't going to do her any physical damage. Edward and Jasper had both raised her with a good understanding of self-defense. Against other things, more dangerous things in my opinion, there was nothing we could do anyway.
Jake had hurt her when he left. I knew he was really protecting her- but I had been her, once upon a time. I knew how badly it hurt for someone that promised to be there to turn and walk away.
Real human interaction might just have been the right thing to distract her. Let her think about other boys, make new friends, and most importantly, learn to really be a teenager- though we may have been a decade too late on that last one.
Plus, Alice and Jasper promised to go keep an eye on her. They knew New England better than anyone, and they were more than capable of babysitting, as they proved in Phoenix... insert ironic statement here. But seriously, my daughter was smarter than I had been at seventeen, or so I hoped.
Anyway, it sounded like everything was going well for a couple months. Deep down I knew that she wouldn't be visiting as often as she had promised. I tried to tell myself that it was a good thing.
She was obviously having fun, from what I could understand from our frequent phone conversations, she had made some very good friends- even a boyfriend. I knew Jake would not take kindly to that, but maybe it was just good for her to have someone to make her laugh, while Jake was off fighting his demons.
But then we got the call. The call that nearly ripped our family apart at the seams. Jasper and Edward still weren't speaking to each other, even more than a week later. Alice was even mad- she hated being the "last" to know anything.
Caleb Danvers seemed like a good kid. Very responsible, very mature. That didn't stop it from almost turning into a complete fiasco when he tried to explain to us what had actually been going on in the nearly two months that our daughter had been away.
Edward did not handle meeting his little girl's new friends very well. Something told me Alice had foreseen this sort of thing, and had added it to the list of reasons why we should allow Nessie to attend Spencer alone.
I did, however, relate well to Caleb's girlfriend. She somehow reminded me of myself, putting love above everything, including staying alive. When she requested that we return home to sort out the werewolf issue, well, I could hardly say no.
When I heard that Renesmee had gone after Jake, of course I was terrified- but I wasn't surprised. If I knew anything, it was that she was unstoppable when she made up her mind. She was like her father that way.
So I knew that until she wanted our help, we were not going to get an ounce more information out of her. Case in point, she had handled this 'fifth Son of Ipswich' all by herself, without doing more than tricking a story or two out of Jasper.
I just had to continue to tell myself that she would, at some point, let us know that she was alright- and hopefully fill us in on the large blanks that we were now all obsessing over. Edward did not agree with me completely on this, but I think he has started to see that there is just no other way to look at it… at least not without going crazy.
We were all back in Seattle now, in the large Victorian house that Esme and Carlisle had bought just three years prior. It was far enough outside the city that there were no nosey neighbors- and by this point we were all pros at this game we had to play.
Renesmee had grown so fast, that we had to continually move, changing names, social security numbers, and stories. We had managed to stay in the state of Washington, however, as Jake had it hard enough without the added stress of a long run between Nessie and his pack.
The pack that was now about to go completely postal and start a mini-civil war. From what we could derive from our talk with Sarah, the pack blamed us for whatever was going on. Not that they shouldn't, but I had hoped that the foolishness between vampires and werewolves had ceased long ago.
Seth was AWOL too- and it seemed even Leah had disappeared. Our allies as far as the wolves went were vanishing. The situation scared me more than the fact that I did not know where Nessie was. At least Nessie was with Jake, the most skilled fighter I knew.
I also knew there was no way my family would be able to go up against the wolves. After all the times they had come to our rescue, there was no way any of us would be able to turn on them.
Sitting in Carlisle's study, I jerked back to reality when I heard the others return. I had not accompanied them when they went to meet with Quil and Embry- those two still blamed me for… well, everything.
I raced down the stairs, to meet them at the door. "So…? How'd it go?" I asked anxiously.
Edward wrapped his arm tightly around my shoulder. "Not great. But better than we thought. They still don't know anything about where Jake, Seth, and Leah are, but they seem to have calmed down a bit."
I nodded, pulling him into the large living room. The others followed. Jasper and Alice had taken off again- doing their own research about what we now believed may be after Jake and the rest of his pack.
Which was probably for the best, considering that Jasper and Edward could hardly stand to be in the same room, and that Alice and Edward weren't exactly pleased with each other either.
Emmett groaned, pulling Rosalie down on the couch next to him. "Those dogs don't have a clue. I say we-" Rosalie not-so-discretely elbowed him in the ribs. Which accomplished nothing, but did make him shoot her a dirty look and pause mid-sentence.
"We are not going to go chasing disgusting werewolves all over South America. Just because Jacob Black wants to waste his time, doesn't mean we should waste ours. And next time Nessie contacts us, we demand she gets back here. Who knows? Maybe whatever is after the wolves will actually do its job, and will save us a lot of nuisance later." She said primly, ignoring my glare.
Carlisle sighed. He seemed tired, which of course isn't possible. "Rosalie. You owe them. We all do. But… we more than likely will not accomplish anything by tracking Jacob Black through the South American rainforests. I do, however, have another idea." He calmly explained, producing a small cell phone from a pocket.
"Brilliant." Edward muttered. I rolled my eyes. Almost twenty years later and it was still irritating.
My phone suddenly buzzed, playing Clare de Lune. "Alice?" I asked, after a cursory glance at the caller ID. I pressed the button lightly that would put it on speakerphone.
"Hey Bella. Just checking in… Hey everyone." She said after a pause.
"Sweetheart, have you and Jasper figured anything out about what is going on here yet?" Esme asked, sitting lithely down on the sofa next to Rose and Emmett.
There was a sigh, barely perceptible over the receiver. "Not really. The wolves have guarded their secrets well. Jake doesn't want us to know, obviously."
Edward had never been one to use bad language much, but even I flinched at the hiss of expletives. "No…really? What do you know, Alice?" He snapped. I glared at him, us being angry with each other didn't help the situation one single bit.
"Look, I think this whole thing is way over our heads. I know that's a hard concept to believe, but seriously. This magic is on a completely different level." Alice said, and I could imagine the look on her face that matched the tone of her voice. She was obviously running out of patience.
"Really?" Carlisle asked, eager in his I'm-nearly-four-hundred-years-old-and-still-learning-something-new-every-day way. "Whose level?"
"Nessie's." She said curtly. I felt my husband stiffen next to me, and I squeezed his hand before he could say something else that would only make the situation worse.
"This Guardian thing is totally legit. If anything can survive this new power thing, it's her. She's got some serious fire power once she figures out how to use it." Alice explained, and she seemed somewhere between terrified and excited. Of course.
Emmett grinned. "That is one awesome kid." He joked. I thought Edward was going to jump on him and start one of their epic fistfights that went nowhere. "Whoa, calm down, I just meant that Nessie is going to figure this out. She'll be fine!" He said, tensing up, in case Edward didn't take his sort-of-apology.
"Why haven't we heard of this before, do you think?" Esme asked, seeming puzzled.
"Because the last one… well there hasn't been one in a very long time." Alice answered. It was my turn to tense up. What did that mean?
"Care to explain?" Rose asked, looking only half-interested. As long as we weren't going to have to hang out with werewolves, she was happy.
"Not particularly, no." was the reply.
"Alice…" I half-whined.
"Oh, fine. Just don't kill the messenger. The last one disappeared in the fifth century. It was almost the end of the world, literally. Guardians are like… conduits of other types of magic, and this one tried to control too much power at once.
"The magic, or whatever, used the Guardian instead of the other way around, and it nearly wiped everyone off the face of the Earth. Nessie should probably just… be careful?" She finished.
"Total destruction. Awesome." Emmett muttered, even he didn't find any humor in the situation.
Well, one thing was for sure. There was nothing we were going to be able to do to stop Judgment Day, if my daughter was already who-knows-how much more powerful than us already.
How did I know that I had just enough bad luck to end the world?
so... how did y'all like the insight into the Cullens' lives? I know that this wasn't exactly Edward-friendly, but i really tried to be nice!! (i have an issue with him, lol) anyways... i hope i did okay with Bella's POV, make sure to review and let me know what you think so i can get back to the real part of the story!!
