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Nessie
I awoke feeling well rested and full. I knew exactly who I was, I was Renesmee Carlie Cullen and I was a half vampire, daughter of Edward and Bella Cullen. I knew exactly where I was. I was back in the big house. I was in the room at the top of the house that used to belong to my father but now belonged to me. I felt well rested and better fed than I had in a long while.
I smiled and stretched beneath the covers before I sat up in bed. God I felt good. It was amazing what a good night's sleep, a couple pints of blood, and oh yeah, knowing exactly who you were could do for your mood.
It was still dark outside, or perhaps darkness hadn't long descended, but it had turned the plate glass windows into mirrors. I gazed at my happy face, knowing full well every line and plane of the beauty that was smiling back.
My hair was the same strange bronze colour as my father yet curly like Grandpa Charlie's hair. The spun bronze fell around my heart-shaped face, which was similar to my mother's, and then fell all the way down the length of my back. The happy eyes were a warm chocolate brown above the flushed cheeks that leant a rosy glow to the otherwise creamy complexion, all products of my mother's human looks that were lost in her transformation.
As I stared at the face I knew exactly who I was. I was Renesmee Carlie Cullen, I was nineteen years old, and I was from the small town of Forks, Washington. Gee, I'd missed a birthday when I was away.
"Good-bye Ronnie Evens." I whispered into the darkness.
"Thank god you're awake." Masen exclaimed.
I jumped slightly, and then turned to look at him.
"Masen what are you doing here?" I gasped.
"You don't mind do you? Only this was the quietest place in the house." He said rising from the sofa and coming to sit on the foot of my bed.
"Not at all." I said. "So what's bugging you?"
"I was a little bored down stairs on my own, what with everyone paired off and all. Do you know what these guys get up to at night? Jeesh it's a good job they don't need to sleep."
"God Masen I really didn't need to hear that." I said, covering my ears, although it was too late. "Uch, disturbing visual place."
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"They're like my parents and grandparents and aunts and uncles. I don't really need to be thinking that they're up to anything like that, especially that they're doing it right at this moment." I shuddered.
He smirked at me.
"It's not funny." I snapped.
"Well at least you don't have to see it in your mind." He said cheerfully. "Unless you want to." He said, holding out his hand.
I regarded it darkly.
"Don't even think about it." I said.
He lowered his hand.
"So what do you do for fun around here, when you're not sleeping that is?" He asked.
"All depends, on who's around, and what the weather's like." I said. "Do you want to go grab some breakfast?"
"What do you mean by breakfast?" he asked.
"I was thinking along the lines of some cereal, maybe a bacon sandwich, depends what's in the kitchen." I said with a shrug. "You won't be able to eat any of it of course. Well you could, but that food will be coming out the way it went in, and so you'd be better off not trying it."
I floated over to my walk in wardrobe, as stocked by Auntie Alice. I went in and selected a white satin dress; it was simple cut and fell just below the knee and had thin straps that went over the shoulder. I changed quickly, not bothering with shoes because I wasn't planning on leaving the house just yet, and I floated back out.
"I didn't think you did the flitsy feminine thing." Masen observed.
"Ronnie doesn't, but Nessie does sometimes." I said lightly. "Although to tell you the truth I think Ronnie would have dressed more feminine if it hadn't been pink and frilly. After a certain age the only things pink a frilly a girl should wear should be lingerie."
He chuckled.
"So does Nessie own anything pink and frilly?" He asked jokingly.
"Even if I did I couldn't show you. That honour lies strictly with my Jacob." And I sighed.
"Oh him again." Masen said dispassionately.
"Yes, him again. I have known I would be with him since the day I was born." I whispered.
"How could you know that?" he asked.
"Because he imprinted on me." I said, rather proudly.
"What does that mean?"
"Ok, don't freak out, but Jacob is a werewolf." I waited for his reaction, to frown or laugh in derision or something, but he merely nodded as if he already knew. "Well shapeshifter really," I continued, "the wolf just happened to be the form their ancestors took. To insure the best chance of carrying on the werewolf gene the wolves, and they're always male, well nearly always." I added, remembering Leah and her daughter. "They do this thing called imprinting. It ties them to the best genetic match for them to have wolf offspring and when this happens those two people can never even imagine being with somebody else. It's like a smoke screen in your mind."
I sighed.
"Like I said before, I can't see boys because there's only my Jacob."
"So this imprinting thing is like a mating thing." Masen said quietly.
"In a way."
"And he imprinted on you the day you were born? Isn't that kind of creepy?"
"It's not something you choose to happen, it just does, and quite frankly it saved my life." I snapped. It seemed weird explaining this to somebody who didn't fully understand.
"What do you mean, saved your life?" He asked frowning.
"The wolves wanted to tear me to shreds, they thought I was going to be something vile and evil. You must understand that nobody had ever heard of half bloods at that time and nobody knew what I was going to be. Only that I was sapping the life out of my human mother from inside the womb.
"Jacob doesn't know I know this, but he was going to kill me the day I was born. I saw him when I opened my eyes, ready to pounce and rip me from Auntie Rose's arms. Kill the thing that had just killed Bella. But then I opened my eyes and something went click.
"Jake had imprinted on me and since I was the object of his imprint the pack couldn't touch me. It's against tribal law to kill someone's imprintee, and so I was safe and the truce between the Cullens and the Quileutes was stronger than ever."
"So he was going to kill you but you still love him?" He asked sceptically.
"It's complicated." I sighed. "So are we gonna get that breakfast? I'm starving." I added and headed out of my room.
The smell of pancakes and coffee filled the entire ground floor as I made my way to the kitchen. As I entered Mom was at the counter putting the last few layers on an enormous stack of pancakes.
"Hey sleeping beauty you're finally awake." She said, drizzling syrup over the top.
"Yep. I feel rested and well fed." I said, sitting down on the high stool.
"Then I guess you won't want these then." She teased, pulling the plate away from me.
"Only my vampire half is well fed." I said, pulling the plate toward me, worried that I would miss out on these pancakes. I loved Mom's cooking; she was the best cook in the world.
I grabbed my fork and tucked in.
"Morning Masen." Mom sang as Masen sat next to me.
"Morning." Masen mumbled as he viewed my food with slight distaste.
"I know it doesn't smell nice to you now." I said, after quickly swallowing a mouthful of food. "But you should have tasted it when you were human."
He nodded slightly.
"So what are you kids going to do today?" Mom asked, pouring a sweet milky coffee and handing it to me.
I shrugged.
"I thought I'd show Masen some of the best sites around the forest and then I thought I'd head into La Push, I really should talk to Jake." I conceded.
"Maybe you should ask him to go with you." Mom suggested.
"I don't think he will for some reason." I said, poking my fork at a piece of pancake.
"Oh." Mom said, her eyes flitting to Masen, and then back to me. "Any other plans?"
"I'm going to make preparations to leave again." I said quickly, hoping she wouldn't hear, but she was a vampire, of course she heard.
"Leave?" She demanded, her voice flying through three octaves.
"I'm going back to Heartbridge." I explained.
"No. I won't let you." She stated.
"Mom. I'm nineteen; you can't stop me doing anything. If I want to go back there I'll go back." I replied calmly.
"But what if they kidnap you again?"
"You'll be there keeping an eye on me, not in full view of course, but with Dad there reading their minds as well, then I'll be perfectly safe. Even when they take me to Volterra." There was no point holding back on any details of my plan now.
"Volterra!"
"Mom, calm down. You're going to give yourself a heart attack, figuratively speaking." I added the last bit with a laugh.
Mom wasn't laughing; she was looking at me distraught.
"I need to do this Mom. I need to know why they did this to me. Don't worry, I've got it all figured out in my head and I'll tell you later with the rest of the family, right now I need to get some fresh air." I said in a rush.
Mom still didn't look convinced.
I drank my coffee back quick and grabbed Masen's hand before she could think of something else to say.
"See you later Mom." I called and dragged Masen out into the back yard.
"Bella doesn't seem too pleased with you." Masen observed once we were outside.
"Yes, but they have to start realising I'm actually as old as I look now." I grumbled. "Anyway, do you want to see the baseball ground?" I said, dragging him on before he could respond.
Thanks for reading,
Gemma x