A/N: So…I started another story. A crossover. I'm sitting here, laughing, thinking about how many projects I have! I can't help it! My brain just thinks up all these crazy ideas. It's called Bloodlust, a TVD and Twilight crossover. LOL. Judge me later. (I really just wanted to write dialogue with Damon, sue me.) Check it out if you want to see another version of Nessie who isn't the goody two shoes we all probably assume she would be.

Also, sorry this took so long. Review and let me know what you think is coming next. ;)


Chapter Twenty-Seven – The First Encounter


I came to find, my fire was fate with you
heartache would stay with you
fly great escapes with you

- kehlani, honey

oOoOo

"Mmm." I mumbled incoherently, snuggling deeper into the heated blankets. I heard Jacob chuckle besides me, and gave him a sleepy smile. His deep brown eyes were not bleary-eyed, as mine were. No, he was wide awake and staring right at me.

"Good morning, my Jacob." I greeted with a raspy voice, scooting closer so I could kiss him. He hummed in content the moment our lips met.

"Good morning, my Nessie." He replied, his face spread into a wide grin before attacking my face in quick kisses. I squealed delightedly, and tried to catch his fervent lips with my own.

I had captured them, easily. Jacob had wanted to kiss me, just as badly as I had wanted to kiss him. His tongue trailed my bottom lip, tantalizingly slow, begging for permission to enter. My mouth cracked a smile, but couldn't hold out when his body was so hot against mine, and his mouth tasted this good. Even first thing in the morning, he tasted good.

I moaned into his mouth when his hand trailed down my side, sliding down my bare thigh, just before dipping underneath the oversized shirt of his I wore. His fingers sprawled over my hip, then moved to cup my backside. This time he was moaning into my mouth.

"So fucking beautiful." He pulled back to peek at the hand cupping my backside, then gave me a rough squeeze with a wide grin.

My body had its own agenda as I ground against his leg, the leg I was straddling, whimpering when he squeezed my flesh again.

His mouth went to work on my neck, suckling and kissing. He was giving in to his wolf side, that much I could tell. His mouth held so much desire, the God of passion, Eros, would have been jealous.

"How . . . long . . ." I paused trying to remember what I was going to ask, just as his hand dipped between my thighs to tease me. I gasped, and bit into his shoulder. "have you been awake?" I finished quickly, trying to force the words out before my ability to form sentences was rendered useless.

"Awhile." He admitted, pausing his attack on my skin to glance up at me with hazy, dark eyes.

I took his face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs repeatedly over his cheek bones. I looked over inch of him, every thread of hair in his eyebrows, to the curve of his cupids bow on his tanned lips, how his skin glistened against the light. My Jacob was beautiful.

"You're so handsome, Jake. Handsome, beautiful, sexy. . .You're everything and you're mine. I can't believe it." I admitted, kissing him gently. I wanted to savor this moment. Every moment, truthfully.

Jacob had asked me to marry him last night, and this morning I was waking up his fiancé. The joy was indescribable . . . nothing - not even the Volturi . . . Emilian . . . nothing could take away the happiness I was feeling. For now.

He smirked against my lips, pulled me on top of his hot body, and snaked his strong arms tightly around my waist. I giggled and tried to squirm away, but was unsuccessful. Not that I actually wanted to be anywhere else, besides right next to him.

"You better believe it, baby."

The corner of my lip quirked upwards, I couldn't believe how corny he could be. But, he was mine. I sighed, falling against his chest happily. His hands began rubbing my exposed shoulders, making me think about the night before my birthday. We were just two people, drawn to each other, with no worry other than if the other felt the same. Now, it was as if the weight of our world was on each shoulder.

"Jacob?"

His movements paused, and I knew he could sense I was deep in thought. "Yeah, Ness?"

"Are you scared?"

His body stiffened for a fraction of a second, before he laxed back against me, pulling me tighter down on top of him. "I'm only scared of losing you."

I pursed my lips, and fluttered my eyes to blink away the sting of tears prodding behind my eyelids.

"Me too."

He snuggled me even tighter, if possible, resting his chin against my forehead. "I promise to keep you safe, Nessie. I'm with you, forever."

I was torn, between wanting to run and wanting to stand our ground. I knew we couldn't outrun the Volturi. There was no way. As I continued to struggled with the concept of fighting, I had to relished the idea I had the opportunity to take a stance against the ancient Volturi and their corrupt rule. It was the thought of Jacob being alone, if I didn't survive, was what hurt the most.

No matter how much I agonized; this war was inevitable.

Yesterday had taken a lot out of me. I pushed myself to my limits, and my emotions were all over the place. it was a good day, all in all, but the idea of With the exception of tonight and tomorrow, we would be training non stop.

I sat up quickly, my eyes flashing open with thought of wedding planning. Alice.

"Oh, God." I groaned, and balled my fists on top of Jacobs broad chest. He looked up at me, expectantly, his mouth opened ever so slightly in confusion.

"Wedding planning."

Jacob beamed, his smile reaching the corners of his eyes. "Guess we have to break the news to mommy and daddy vamp."

I tried to tickle his sides, but swiftly was pinned under him. "Jake!"

He waggled his eyebrows, and shrugged before hopping out of the bed. "If we stay in bed a minute longer, I'm going to touch you."

Mischief flashed across my features, quirking a brow I offered a flirty invitation, "Is that a threat or a promise?"

He groaned and backed away with his hands in the air. "You are trouble, and I gotta keep my hands clean."

I pouted, crossing my arms sassily before sticking my tongue out at him. "No fair."

I watched as he ducked out of the room, and down the hall. I heard the shower cut on and huffed before flopping back onto the bed. The thought of Jacob in the shower right now was downright a tease. Water, sliding down his sculpted muscles . . . sinewy . . . copper . . . muscles . . .

A rapid knocking at the front door brought me out of my daydreaming, and also startled the hell out of me. So much so, I flew out of the bed and onto the floor with a yelp.

Well, hello clumsiness, my old friend.

The shower cut off, and Jacob came thundering down the hallway. He slid across the wooden floor, and the first and only thing I noticed was his naked, dripping body. I glanced at him, upside down from my spot on the floor, and flashed him my best Cullen smile.

"Hi."

He looked at me, then the bed, and to the front door before staring right back at me.

"The door spooked you?" He asked suspiciously with a quirked eyebrow, a smile danced across his face.

I threw my legs out, leveraging myself to jump off the floor. My eyes trailed down his delicious . . . nope. Stop. Or else you'll be even more sexually frustrated than you already are.

"Helllllllooooo? I hear you!" Seth called, sliding open Jacob's bedroom window to pop his head in.

"Hey Nessie, where's – oh. Uh, Jake. Can you get dressed?"

My face turned beet red as I glanced down at my own lack of clothing, grabbing a pillow to cover my bare legs, and then a shoe to throw at the nosey werewolf. "Seth!"

His eyes widened in surprise, ducking so the shoe just skimmed past him and out the window. Seth's expression could only be described as sheepish as he ducked out of the window, leaving both Jacob and I red faced and flustered.

"Can you go see what that idiot wants, and please . . . don't fall this time." He teased as he sauntered down the hall. The image of his naked backside was definitely burned into my mind for the remainder of the day . . . and hiding that around my father was going to be hard . . . no pun intended.

I pulled on the nearest pair of sweatpants, and scurried down the hall, thankful Billy was still asleep.

I swung the door open with a scowl, and glared up at the grinning wolf in front of me.

He only smiled wider when he grabbed me to pick me up in a hug. "Merry Christmas eve, eve, ya filthy animal!"

I groaned, smacking his arms to get him to let up and set me back down. "That's not a thing, and speak for yourself!"

His laughter boomed through the small entryway, setting me down and pat me on the head. "Where's our big bad Alpha?"

Rolling my eyes, I gestured down the hall with a nod. "As if you don't already know."

He sauntered into the living room to settle himself down on the couch. "Still polite to ask."

I grumbled, shuffling back to Jacob's small room to grab a towel, and headed towards the shower. I'm sure he would be done any minute . . . doesn't hurt to check. I went to knock, and the door flew open, sending me staggering forward. Jacob stood there, a towel draped across his waist and another in his hand as he dried his hair roughly with the plush fabric. He wore a shit-eating grin at my stumble.

"Quite the klutz today." He noted, kissing my cheek and squeezing past me through the small threshold.

I scoffed, and shot him a teasing glare over my shoulder. "That's two strikes, Black."

"Sure, sure!" He called back, walking away towards the living room.

I ducked into the shower, cutting on the water as hot as it would reach. Stripping, I stepped under the spray and sighed as the heat was lukewarm compared to my high temperature. I slumped my head against the wall, and let my thoughts drift over to the Volturi again. Our first encounter rang clear in my mind, as if it happened yesterday.

I clutched to my parent's hands, tears welling up but I refused to let them spill. I hadn't a clue what this visit would do. Nahuel and Huilen trailed behind, only recognizable from the distinction of his rapid heartbeat fluttering at the same pace as mine, only his was larger and louder.

I kept my breathing even, and my mind open. The dark masonry halls, lit only by dim candles. I had taken notice of the Italian vows, scripted in the trim every few feet. The vows were our laws. It was as if they were taunting me.

Daddy's hand squeezed mine, and I glanced up to see his butterscotch eyes peering down at me. He offered a tight pressed smile, then looked back to the man leading us through the ancient tunnels. He turned, and gestured us into a compact elevator. I felt myself be lifted up by the armpits, slinging my legs over daddy's hips so he could carry me. I held on tight, and rested my head against his shoulder and my hand on his cheek.

I'm scared.

"Don't be, Renesmee." He replied softly, kissing my forehead for what felt like the longest time.

I don't want to die, daddy.

His grip on me tightened as he shook his head. "You won't."

The elevator dinged, and it was like it was the bell of a sentencing. A death sentencing.

"Nessie?" Jacob's voice called out to me from the hall, "You okay?"

I jumped, opening my eyes in a flash. "Coming!" I yelled, and hurried along running a bar of soap over my body and face, forgoing my usual routine and cutting the water in a flash.

My heart was nearly beating out of my chest as the memory continued to force itself into my thoughts. I shook my head, as well as the thoughts, and wrapped myself in a towel.

I knew Jacob was on the other side of the door, waiting, and knew he would obviously try to question me. When I opened the door wide, my assumptions proved to be correct. His hand gripped the trim of the doorway above his head and his other was shoved into the front pocket of his jeans as his face held a puzzled expression

"You okay?" He questioned slowly, eying me up and down.

I swallowed and nodded, not bothering to look him in the eye as I tried to squeeze by him. Hard to do when you have a werewolf fiancé.

He grabbed my wrist, which only forced me to meet his smoldering gaze.

"I'm fine, Jacob." I insisted, lying straight through my teeth.

I felt guilty for not telling him I was actually not fine, but today was a good day, and the last thing I would do was bring up my memories. Then there was the fear, that they were foreshadowing something I wasn't yet too sure of.

I had dressed quickly, only giving my hair a once over with the brush. They were discussing the new treaty today, as well as assembling a few more council members, and I didn't want to be the reason we were late.

I opened the passenger door, and smiled brightly at a cheerful Billy.

"Good morning, Nessie."

"Took you long enough." Seth grumbled, which earned a glare from Jacob.

I shot Seth a look, but plastered the smile back on my face for Billy.

"Morning, Billy. Hope we aren't late for the meeting?"

He shook his head, and Jacob scoffed. He wasn't too fond that I wanted to be included.

"I don't see why I shouldn't be involved. The whole pack will be there, the council, my family…seriously? Except me?" I muttered as I buckled my seatbelt. "No one else minds."

Jacob scrubbed his face, and rested his elbow on the door as he began to pull away from his father's house. He let out a low growl, and glared at me

My eyes widened as I slouched back. "Are you trying to intimidate me, Jacob Black?"

Jacob scoffed, and turned his head back to the road for a moment, before flashing his onyx eyes wide. "I just don't think it's a good idea, Renesmee. What if one of the wolves-"

"They would never hurt me!" I argued, crossing my arms stubbornly. "Plus, Charlie will be there, as well as Rachel and Emily. They wouldn't do anything, and you know it."

He had both hands on the steering wheel now, gripping it so tight it creaked under his knuckles. "Why do want to come so bad?"

"This treaty involves me, Jacob. This treaty exists because I exist, because I'm about to be the Chief's wife, and I'm the first vampire allowed on this land." I gestured out the window to the passing reservation. "Why don't you want me to come?"

He was silent for a moment, then let out a long, dejected sigh. "I don't want you to get upset if some of the terms get denied."

"What could be wrong with anything proposed?" I retaliated, turning my head to examine his face.

"Your family being allowed on our land."

"But, our wedding…"

"I know, mama. See? You're already getting upset." He sighed, reaching over to grasp my hand. "This is what I was trying to avoid."

Seth snorted, which elicited a glare from both Jacob and I.

"Hey man, you guys have my vote."

I rubbed my forehead for a moment, in silent thought, trying to figure out exactly how to tell Seth that his mom hated me.

"Son, you cannot shield your imprint from our world. She is just as much theirs, as she is yours. It's important for her presence to be there, so the council can look her in the eyes and see she is no threat. Renesmee is a gentle, and giving soul. They all see that."

"Sue isn't fond of it." Jacob's tone was hushed, but his comment didn't go unnoticed.

"Do you think she'd fight us on this?" I turned to look at both Billy and Seth over the seat, my eyes flickering back and forth the two men. Seth's face softened when he noticed my somber expression.

"Mom's just really old school, she grew up with the legends that all vampires are soulless, bloodsucking killers."

I groaned as I thumped my head against the seat. "That gives me all the confidence in the world, Seth."

"Hey," I looked at him through the rearview. "she came to your birthday and was surrounded by vampires and didn't seem phased." He offered with a shrug.

I blew out my cheeks as we pulled up to Grandpa Charlie's, unsure if the wave of anxiety would pass or stick around. I figured it would stick, unfortunately. I could smell my vampire family already, as well as a few of the older wolves.

I knocked once, and let myself pray to a God I wasn't even sure existed, let alone listened to immortal creatures, that this meeting would go over well.