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Renesmee

It was a while before I finally came back to myself. By then, the boys were long gone. Grandfather Carlisle had so many books, fiction and mythological books on how the human race had thought all vampires were. They thought that we had these long incisors we used to puncture tiny holes to drink from and that we were all demons afraid of crosses and anything holy. And I'd always thought we were living proof that all those entertaining books were all just myth...

But here was a living, breathing example that proved all my thoughts wrong.

Once again, I asked myself: What the hell?

Thoughts still whirred through my mind like a hurricane. There was so many thoughts and doubts that I became confused. I sighed, rubbing my temples furiously, feeling the beginnings of a headache coming on.

I realized soon enough that I had walked into the boarding house when the screen door slammed behind me. My unsightly vision cleared to see Mrs. Flowers standing in the kitchen. She had a simple smile on her face, one that I tried to return, but my facial muscles weren't responding. My brain was still in shock.

If Mrs. Flowers noticed, she didn't comment on it. "I was just about to make me a glass of warm milk with honey. Would you care for some?" She asked.

A little of the woman's warmth seeped into me, and my face relaxed as well as my shoulders. "Yes." My voice was still shaky, and Damon's ferocious feline-looking face flashed through my head again. Was he a vampire? And if he was, then what was I? Was my family kidding itself for so long? But what if we were the vampires? Then what would that make Damon?

The way I kept chasing that little inquiry round and round in my head made me dizzy.

"Here, come have a seat. You look as though you're going to collapse near my door, and as old as I am, I wouldn't be able to help you."

I wobbled my way to her dining room table. When I got closer, she studied my face. "It looks as though you saw a ghost. Are you alright?"

A small shaky "heh" left my mouth as I sat down. "I guess it's just as unbelievable."

Mrs. Flowers set a mug in front of me before taking a seat across from me. It was quiet for a moment as both of us took a comforting sip of our drinks. Mrs. Flowers was the first to speak. "Is it something you want to discuss?"

A few more minutes lapsed into silence. The only sounds were the sounds of drinking. The milk was very soothing, calming me. I didn't speak because I didn't know how to talk about the Damon issue without bringing up my own.

After a while Mrs. Flower spoke. "Well, if you need an ear, don't hesitate to bother this old crone." She got up with her mug, leaving me alone with my own.

After a while, after the last sip of warm honeyed milk was gone, I decided to pay someone a if it was near midnight or later, this wasn't something I could wait for tomorrow for.

Even at the late hour, Stefan opened the door to me. "Renesmee? Is everything alright?" Although he looked like he had just woke up, his face was full of concern. There was no irritation, or agitation from being woken up.

"It's...well, Damon..."

Stefan went on full alert at his older brother's name. "Come in."

Gah! Such a horrible way to end a chapter! And a short one on top of that! Grr. This is such a filler chapter.

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