Nessie
I stand in a thick forest, much more dense and green than the one back home. The sun has yet to break through the thick tree-tops. Fog rolls in and I shiver. My senses seem dulled, hindered by some invisible force.
"Jacob?" I call out. My voice echoes a few times before completely evaporating into the quiet forest. A shiver convulses through my whole body and a solitary tear escapes.
It suddenly hits me that I am utterly alone and lost. For some reason I can't hear anything. The fog is too thick to see past. I can't even smell anything. A whip around when a twig breaks behind me. No one is there.
"Jake, is that you?" I cry out.
"No," a small voice echoes from my left.
"I turn again only to find more fog. "Who's there?" I try to sound fearless, but fail.
"Not Jacob," the voice replies from above. In the trees I see nothing. I brace myself for a fight, making sure to ball my fists now. Whomever this voice comes from, I know she is dangerous.
"Show yourself!" I demand, growing confidence as the adrenaline kicks in. A dark figure emerges from my left. At first all I can see is black against he misty gray. As the figure nears, it becomes clear that she is my age. It also becomes clear that she is a half-breed like me.
Her black hair frames her olive face. She is pale enough to pass for a vampire, but I can hear her heart fluttering beneath that beautiful skin. Her eyes are the color of ocean water. She's taller than me, but just as thin.
"Who are you?" I ask, but don't move from my protective stance.
"My name is Katerina," she answers. For the first time I pick up on her strong accent. It's a thick foreign sound to me. "And you are Renesmee," she adds.
"Why are you here?"
She begins to giggle. It sounds like bells tolling in the distance. Yet, the sound causes my stomach to churn. She sounds insane, as if she might attack any second. "To kill you, of course."
My stomach drops all the way to my toes, but I stand firm. She steps forward again and tilts her head. "Are you not scared?" she asks confused. I shake my head because I know I cannot for words at this point. "Well you should be," she whispers as she slowly closes the distance between us.
She's faster than I am. Before I can respond, her open palm sends me flying through the air. I land hard on my back. She continues her pursuit. Her hands grip around my throat and she lifts me into the air. I kick her hard in the gut and she releases me. I run at her a send a fist right into her jaw. A drop of thick blood slides out her lip.
I am lost in my instincts. We are all over the place, throwing punches and kicks from every angle. Each blow from her hurts me more than I could ever imagine. Even so, I continue to fight for my life. She comes flying at me from my left and grabs me around my waist.
We fall to the ground and she gains the upper hand. Fists hit me from every direction. She stops briefly before squeezing my neck again. I can feel the life leaving my body. Without air, I begin to relax. Things start to go white around me. This is the end.
My eyes fly open and I throw myself out of bed. I gulp the air around me in hearty portions. Tears soak my cheeks as I try to gain some composure. Once I have control over myself, I run upstairs. Aunt Alice looks at me a little worried as I run into her cold arms. "Where's Daddy?" I sob.
"He ran to the store with Carlisle and Bella. He should be back soon. What's wrong Nessie?"
I can't form an answer. Instead I cry into her arms. She lifts me up and carries me to the stairs. She takes a seat and allows me to sit in her lap. Even though I am bigger than she is, I still feel safer in her rock hard arms. "Do you want me to call your parents?" she asks after a few minutes.
I nod into her now wet shirt. "I could call Jacob too," she adds. I don't want Jacob to see me so scared. I will tell him about the dream later, but for now I just want my daddy. I shake my head no.
Before long Dad bursts through the doors. He picks the nightmare out of my mind instantly and hugs me in his tight embrace. Mom stands off to the side with a worried expression. "It was just a dream Renesmee," he whispers after some time.
"No, it wasn't," I respond. As my mind finds some peace, I get a moment of clarity. "I want to learn to fight."
"Renesmee, you won't ever need to know how. We will protect you," he promises.
It's not enough. "I don't care. I need to learn how to fight if I am ever going to recover from this dream. Besides, what's the harm?"
"Maybe it isn't such a bad idea, Edward," Mom says. I smile at her for being on my side. Dad, defeated, agrees if I promise to be careful. Before I even make the promise, Emmett bounds down the stairs.
"Let's go kid!" he exclaims.