Opening my eyes, fuzzy images dotted my vision. I cried, distressed at my sudden inability to see. Suddenly, I feel my body contort. My arms are pressed down to my side, and I feel myself wrapped in a sheet of fabric.
I shriek for bloody murder.
A sweet voice soothes me, patting my back for me to calm down. A blanket of calm fell over me. I'm not sure how I suddenly became calm and also tired. Yawning, my eyelids flutter before closing unwillingly.
I guess I'll figure it out later.
A shiny bauble dangled in front of my face, gliding into a circle. I blink at this strange object interfering with my vision. I reach out, trying to grasp it with my fingers. The bauble, a wolf, danced out of my reach.
I growl.
Turning my head to look at my surroundings, a flash of gold caught my eye. Beside me was a Blonde Goddess gazing at me adoringly. Why was she looking at me like that? If I were male, I would be tripping over myself to hit on her. Next to her was a beefy man cradling a baby. The juxtaposition of such a picture was hilarious. Giant, meet Baby.
The baby in the Giant's arm squirmed and then the baby squealed. Her little body began reaching out for me. My body moved back instinctively. The Blonde Goddess scooped me into her arms to move me closer to the baby. I tried to open my mouth and express my displeasure at being manhandled..
"Gaawmfada." I frowned before trying again, "Gawwmfada truuefafa."
I huff in exasperation.
I look downward. My feet were wrapped in soft yellow. My feet look tiny. I press my hands against my face, making a sharp slapping sound. The Blonde Goddess and Giant looks at me with worry. My cheeks were unnervingly soft and chubby, my hands uncoordinated. This was my body? This… was not possible.
Pouting because I was paying attention to her, the baby placed her hand on my cheek. A cute baby with green eyes. Images of the baby sleeping, rolling around, and drinking milk. I'm guessing the baby was me.
"Is she alright?" the Giant asked the Blonde Goddess. She gave him the stink-eye.
"Keep your paws off her, you mutt. If it weren't for the other werewolf pack, I'dripped you to pieces by now."
Werewolves?
What is happening right now? Where on earth was I?!
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Twilight, I internally moan. I was in Twilight. More accurately, I was in Breaking Dawn. Regardless, the thought of being in book four was utterly terrifying. I watched Renesmee sleeping across from me, her hand on my frilly nightgown, mouth busy sucking her thumb.
Jacob Black, also known as the Giant, was sitting on the chair across from the bassinet. He was staring at us.
Ughghgh, unnerving.
Please look somewhere else!
I shrink into my blanket, desperately trying not to think about the fact he imprinted on Renesmee.
I know, I know, Meyer blew her horn so hard. Imprinting on children isn't meant to be romantic! Imprinting is about being a protector, a brother, and a friend!
Let's ignore the fact that in an ideal world, imprinting would one day culminate into a romantic relationship. I grimace internally. If any romantic relationship was going to happen between Jacob and Renesmee, it should be in the far, far future.
Interestingly enough, with my new life, I was now granted the name Carlie Elizabeth Cullen, taking Renesmee's middle name from the series. Elizabeth was after Edward's biological mother. Renesmee was now Renesmee Marie Cullen after Bella's late grandmother Marie. Blessedly, between Renesmee and Carlie, I'm glad I got Carlie. Renesmee was a mouthful, and Nessie was simply atrocious.
Gah. I can't believe I'm the Love Child of the most hotly debated couple in vampire literature. The entire Twilight series was such a mind-field to navigate. I swear, each year there is something new to hate.
Regardless, I wonder what my purpose in this world meant.
Renesmee was more than capable of convincing the other vampires of her human qualities. The Olympic Coven walked away from the Volturi scott free plus a couple dozen allies. Aro's witnesses spread the word of the Cullen's awesomeness, and the Volturi run with their tails behind them. It was an all around win.
I puzzle these thoughts in my head, turning the plot in my head. I wasn't looking for something to change, per say, but more of an explanation. Unless, the Volturi confrontation was never to happen? Was I supposed to prevent Renesmee and Jacob from hunting in the woods, prevent Irina from ever stumbling across them, prevent her from confusing Renesmee with immortal children? While it would prevent the Volturi from ever arriving to Forks, it would merely prolong the inevitable confrontation. The Cullens were a threat to the Volturi. Too strong, too large, too many covetable gifts. Alice was exceptionally desirable to Aro since New Moon, he was itching for an opportunity to take her away. Renesmee was simply the excuse. If it weren't for the possibility of losing, he wouldn't have backed down.
I was at a loss.
Can I have a life crisis when I was still a baby?
Glancing at Renesmee's sweet sleeping demeanor, I wasn't quite sure what to do with my new hybrid sibling. Thinking of these things, I continue to watch Renesmee sleep, ignoring Jacob's hovering nearby.
Ugh, we were both channeling Edward's so hard.
Watching the steady fall and rise of her chest - so much Edward - I thought that I couldn't let anyone hurt her. Once I was capable of giving a shovel talk, Jacob was going to be in so much trouble.
She was my twin, my other supposed half, and something protective rose inside of me for this baby.
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Author's Notes:
Pretty much an edited version of QS Chapter One. Consistency, I guess.