Renessmee
Each step I shook violently, and my legs threatened to burst from under me. My lip was quivering, but I kept my head high and walked forward all the same. What I would find when I found my Jacob scared me more than anything. Who knew what crazy thing Mr. Firdango had planned up?
I walked from a barren wasteland into woods then a meadow, a very familiar meadow. It was our meadow: Jacob's and mine. The meadow we had often gone hunting, where when I was young, Jacob would play games with me to get me to drink. The meadow where he took me to relax: read, learn, play. The meadow where he first kissed me.
"Jacob, did you ever imprint?" I asked. Jacob looked up from the piece of wood he was playing with, sculpting.
"Why do you ask that?" I hesitated.
"Sam imprinted. So did Paul. And Quill, Jared, evenLeahimprinted." Jacob noted the sneer in my voice when I said Leah's name, and he frowned at me disapprovingly.
"Don't be mean to Leah. I know you don't like her, but she's really a great person. And she's been through a lot."
"Sure," I snorted, then lowered my voice to a grumble. "We both know you only let her stay with you because of Seth." Perhaps Jacob chose to ignore me, or maybe he truly wasn't listening, because he didn't say anything. Usually, he snapped at me, furious when I dared insult her. Honestly, I didn't understand why he liked her. Seth, I could see. Seth was a good guy. I just didn't like his sister.
"You still didn't answer my question," I spoke up.
"We should be heading back," Jacob said, getting up and walking over to help me up.
"Jacob," I whined.
"Yes Nessie," he answered. I placed my hands on my hips, frowning at him.
"You haven't answered my question!"
"What was it?" he asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Did you ever imprint on anyone?" Jacob sighed.
Without looking at me, he whispered, "Yea."
"No way!" I squealed, clapping my hands together and jumping up, acting like a two year old, despite my maturity age of 14. "Who?"
"Someone," Jacob grumbled. "Come on. We have to go."
"Not until you tell me who," I protested. Jacob didn't do anything, just looked at the ground. "Come on Jacob!" I whined. He looked up at me, his lip quavering.
"I'm not supposed to tell you yet," he whispered. I stepped closer to him.
"Why not?" He hung his head again, and I lifted his chin with my hand. "Don't ignore me Jacob Black." Suddenly, strong warm lips crashed down on mine, pulling me into the sweetest, most mind-blowing kiss. He pulled away, his eyes wide, looking at me and my reaction. My shocked expression turned into a smug one, and I pulled him closer to me and kissed him.
I stopped, finding Jacob at the other end of my paradise. He wasn't captive, caught, just…standing there and waiting for me. He spotted me and jumped up.
"Nessie!" he called. I gasped.
"Oh my goodness…Jacob, oh Jacob!" I ran toward him, straight into his arms. He caught me and hugged me, kissing the top of my head again and again.
"I missed you," he whispered. I looked up at him, my lips millimeters from his.
"I missed you too," I replied.
"Look, how sweet," we sprang apart and turned to find a man looking at us, rolling on the balls of his feet, his hands behind his back.
"What a shame I have to ruin it," he said lackadaisically. I can only describe him as oily, with long hair with too much project, and the reddest eyes I had ever seen.
"Are you hungry Nessie?" he crooned, just like Jacob used too. Quicker than I could react, which is saying something, he had Jacob against him, his arm around his neck. And then I noticed his hands. He had the longest, dirtiest, most disgusting fingernails I had ever seen, his hands popping with veins. Slowly, he ran his finger down Jacob's neck, and I saw a drop of blood. On instinct, I held my breath.
"Come on Nessie," he crooned. "Now we both know you can't last long holding your breath." He was right, of course, I had never been able to hold my breath. It complicated things, a lot, but I had so far avoided any major incident
"Nessie," he sung, and my lungs were bursting, begging to breathe again, telling me to just listen. The blood running down Jacob's skin looked so appetizing…
Another cut.
"Eat your food. Be a good girl," oh my goodness, he was saying the same exact things Jacob had to get me to eat. The scene transformed into the meadow, and the man was really Jacob, Jacob really a dead deer, and Jacob was coaxing me to eat.
"I'm not hungry," I protested. "I think you're afraid. Too afraid you'll loose to me in an eating contest."
"That's ridiculous," I told Jacob. He smiled at me.
"Ok, then lets do this. You stand on one end of the meadow, I'll stand on the other. When I say go, we'll run and see who can suck the blood out of this the fastest first. Deal?"
I nodded my head, excited for a game. I loved games.
"Ready…
Set….
Go!"
My vision changed to me hovering over Jacob instead of a mere deer, Jacob transformed into the creepy man, and my eyes widened as I saw a bunch of scratches all over Jacob, his body bleeding.
"Stop it!" I shrieked, and the man cackled as Jacob let out a scream as he cut him once again. A fire of anger bubbled up inside of me, and I lunged at the man, but then he was gone. I tried again, and again, but it didn't work, and every moment Jacob was getting bloodier, the smell more tempting by the second.
"Please!" I screamed, falling to my knees. He just cackled again, and with another cut, it was too much.
I sprang forward at Jacob and bit his arm, satisfying my thirst. Oh my goodness, human's tasted so much better than animals. Who wanted to suck bambi when they could have people?
I felt, more than saw, the man behind me, and I barely heard him cackle.
But I did.
And hearing it, I became furious. He was making me kill the man I loved.
I turned on him and sprang up, snapping his neck with my teeth.
I watched the evil light drain from his eyes, and I watched the blood flow out of his skin.
Just as he deserved.
