Play for me

by RosemaryElizabeth

I’ve always loved my name, it’s special. It’s a part of me no one else has, unlike my bronze hair and brown eyes. Those are shared by my amazing mother, Bella Swan, and my dad I don’t know anything about. The only things I know about him are that his name is Edward Cullen, and he’s a mind reading vampire. But I still love him, you know? How can you not love your dad? Nm au exb

2. An online friend

Authors note: Hi guise. Thanks so much for the reviews. Sorry for the late update, also I won't have any particular updating time because I'm always busy. I'll be doing a disclaimer only on this chapter because I will forget otherwise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Play for Me, a Renesmee Story

1

an online friend

Renesmee Pov

Mom drives slowly and carefully through the deserted roads of somewhere in Washington state, according to the sign poast with the pealing paint I saw a few hours ago. She's driving just under the speed 60 miles an hour, and I can't understand how. She's a vampire after all, a super fast, sparkly, graceful gorgeous vampire, driving at 60 miles per hour in an old red truck.

Ok, ok. She's not driving the monster anymore. She used to when I was really little, but as I grew she had to make an upgrade in car's, much to her dismay. Now she drives a beaten up looking Ford, so embarrasing if anyone ever saw it. But they won't, cause my Mom can't be seen where we're, going, aparrently. Heaven knows why, though.

Now back to the strangely odd fact that my Mom, Bella Swan Masen Cullen, is driving 60 miles per hour

I don't care that she's the daughter of a police chief, Charlie Swan, so she's always been careful even as a human, bla bla bla. Old habits die hard.

But I'm the granddaughter of a police chief, Charlie Swan, and I don't care to much for slow cars, stop signs, or trafic lights. There're just stupid laws for humans to stop themselves from going spat like a pancake into the road, car accidents sure would happen more offen without seat belts, but I don't see why I have to ware them.

I asked Mom about why she drove so slowly once when I was really little, I still don't understand why she keeps her human habits. We were sitting in my room and she was tucking me into bed.

"Momma, why do you drive so slowly?" I asked with exaduration clear in my tone.

"Renesmee, you know how you have the habit of fidgeting like a human?" she asked me. Because she, practically forced me to, I thought drily. I regreted it instantly though. Still, I didn't see why this had anything to do with Momma's slow driving, but I listened anyway.

"It's just one of my habits I had as a human, now it's time for you to be a bit human and get some sleep."

She was always joking about that. Just cause I sleep and can eat disgusting human food, not that I'd want to mind you, means she can say that.

Then she sang me her lullaby, and I drifted off. I was a stupid physically five year old, mentally twelve year old, actually 2 year old, don't you think?

Momma's lullaby was something my dad composed for my mom. I only knew the way Momma hummed it to me as she used to do when I fell asleep, but she always talked about dad's piano playing like it was the best thing in the universe. Sacred, even. I hoped I'd get to hear it one day. I really really hoped so

Not that she talked about Dad much. She would mention him sometimes throughout conversation, then get a pained look on, her face and drop the subject. I hoped she wasn't in that much pain, but I knew differently. I can think like my Momma, you know. But I really hoped to meet my dad.

One of my many hobbies is playing the piano. I've even written a song for Mom, but I would never show her. It's light hearted, because most times she acts like that with me, but it has a sad undertone because I can see how much she misses Dad. I wonder if she thinks about him a lot?

So now Mom's doing one of her habits, and I'm sat here, in the back of our beat up old Ford, thinking. I find myself thinking about my Momma's human family.

She hasn't seen Grandpa Charlie in ten years, the same amount of time I've been alive. I think it's because I'm half vampire, and she looks so different, but then again she's never told me. My mom sends him pictures, using age technology to make me look younger and mom older. He thinks she married a respectible man named Joseph and moved to Europe, that's why she can't visit according to the, story. He also believes my name is Carlie Renee, like Charlie, and she makes my hair brown and my eyes green in the photos. I hate that Momma changed my name because I love it, but if I was Renesmee it would raise some eyebrows in Forks.

Grandma Renee gets the same story, but dad is set to marry a local tribe member who knows our secret, Sue Clearwater, soon so he might be able to know the truth. His children, Leah and Seth can even transform into giant wolves, pretty cool, and they know my mom's a vampire. I still think vampires are way more awesome.

Oh yeah, you have know idaea who I am, and I don't think you'd apreciate reading the untold story of Miss Half Vampire noname, so here goes. I'm Ren, Renesmee Rosalie Alice Swan Masen Cullen according to my birth certificate, and I'm ten years old. I don't look it though, I look like I'm seventeen. It's a half vampire thing, I guess.

I don't know what caused my advanced growth rate, apart from the fact that I'm, well, what I am, but I, still have human trates as well. You'll learn enough about me soon, now back to the fact that we're driving to some unknown place in Washington state.

I sit in the back of the car, my Mom's old C D player balancing, if a little wobbly, on my knees, a book open beside me, Romio and Juliet, my laptop in it's case on the seat.

I got an Apple Mackbook for an early 10th birthday present. Ok, I lied a bit before. I'll turn ten on October 13th, a month after my Momma's birthday.

Half vampire pregnancy's take a lot less time then human ones, only about a month.

My birthday is in a week and a half, and Momma says I can finally start high school.

I'm listening to this stupid weird opera C D I used to like back when I was six, I don't know how I could have liked that stuff. It's hard to, Mom was right. She used to say something along these lines.

"Ren, turn that off, no offance baby but it's a little anoying." Momma's always been super polite, and smart as well.

I'm thinking that I'm so board and, what the hell is there to do in this car, and I need something I can do, when the laptop catches my eye.

I have a thing called a dongle, which allows me to connect to the internet when I'm in the car, or out of the house.

I carefully remove the headphones from my ears, and wind the cord around to neaten them up. My Mom was never very neat but I am. She was disorganised as a human, she can be neat now, but she just doesn't want to be. It's not like she's dirty, her books just aren't sorted in alphabetical order, and her clothes, uh, her clothes are sooooooooo not fashionable.

"I don't care, Renesmee," Mom said when I tried to unpack, shop and sort her wardrobe the last time we moved.

"I am not getting that silken blue top, or the jeens, and definetly not, the Goochy sun glasses."

"But Momma, I want to!" I shouted, pouting at her.

"No!" my mom yelled back.

"Yes! Isabella Marie Swan Masen Cullen!" I shrieked.

"Do not use that name on me, Renesmee Rosalie Alice," she said.

"You still love, him, you know you do. And he didn't just leave you because of that, I saw that photo. He loves you, Momma."

"And how do you know?"

"I can think like my dad, I'm his daughter." We'd been having that same argument for ages, about one million years, and we'd most likely continue to have it for iternity. I knew though, why he left her. Sure, my dad's plan had kind of fallen through, but I can think like him, I am his daughter, like I said to Mom. I think like him, and I see the way he saw himself. Of course, it's not true but still. He thought he was a monster, and he left to keep Momma safe from the supernatural world. It failed, like I said, but his intentions were good.

Now your wondering how my mom became a vampire, so here goes. I'm not venimous, accept for that one time when I bit Momma. I think I was only venimous that one day, the day I was ment to change my Momma. I say that it wasn't my venim, and I'm right. I just had this feeling that it was Dad's, and that feeling would never, go away. I would never, ever tell Momma, because she thinks Dad doesn't love her, but of course that's not true.

I open up my apple mack I got for my tenth birthday and log on. I decide to enter my instant messaging profile. I'm random like that sometimes.

Name: Renesmee Cullen

Username: playforme

Birthday: 13th October 2005

Age: 10

Friends

Almostacullen

Bella Swan

SarinaSmiles

Sarina Markov

NevaehMay7

Nevaeh Fletcher

ShianneDurdin

Shianne Durdin

DaniellaItg

Daniella Savati

ShanomTheIndianGirl

Shanom Kahaki

RubixCubeMaster

Carter Stubs

I was stopped from scrolling through my friends list when a pop up enters my screen.

CullenFamilyChatRoom would like you to join

I stare at it. It may be my only chance, my brain supplies. Common sense is a jerk. There'll be other people called Cullen, maybe it's a group to share the strange expeariences with a strange lastname. I don't know what makes me do it, but I click accept.

Members

Sparklefashion

Alice Cullen

Strongerthenyou

Emmett Cullen, RoseBarby

Rosalie Hale

EmotionMaster

Jasper Hale

Carlisle

Carlisle Cullen

Motherofsix

Esme Cullen

PianoMan

Edward Cullen

Playforme has entered the chat room

Currently logged on, sparklefashion and RoseBarby

Sparklefashion: And Rose, that's why Goochy is so much better then Koko Chanelle, hi!

Playforme: Hello? Goochy is so much better, I agree

RoseBarby: Why is she here, Ali, and I don't care what you think, Koko Chanelle all the way!

Sparklefashion: Noyb, Playforme's right

RoseBarby: Shut up

Playforme: Why am I here? By the way, I'm Ren

Sparklefashion: Oh, I know

Playforme: Haha know u don't

Sparklefashion: I can see the future Ren

Playforme: I just told you, look at message above lol. u would know that

Sparklefashion: I'm Ali

Playforme: Rose mentioned, haha

Sparklefashion: No it's not your full name Ren

I was really creeped out, I was logging off.

RoseBarby: U scared her off Ali, she's only 10

Playforme has logged off

I am starting to get board again. I chat to my friends Nevaeh, Sarina, Daniella, Shanom, and Shianne who I made in the last place we moved to for a bit.

You have a friend request

I click on it.

You have a friend request from, Sparklefashion

Sparklefashion? Ali? The crazy girl? I think, she'll actually be quite fun. I click accept. Guess I just made a new online friend.

Authors note: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Just saying, Renesmee can't see the names of people in CullenFamilyChatRoom. For example, Sparklefashion wouldn't show up as her name being Alice Cullen, just to clear that up. Hope you enjoyed!

Love,

Nevvy

PS: if you ask me questions in reviews I won't answer you. I'll just poast the question and my answer at the start of each chapter as other readers may have wanted to know the same thing. It's happened to me a lot. thanks for reading! I had a bit of trouble with uploading this chapter so thank God I could!!!