Chapter Two - The Dreamy Night

The next morning when I woke up I was planning to go downstairs. As I left my room and started to descend the stairs, Aunt Alice grabbed my arm, "Time to get ready!"

Her small, pixie-like figure was strong enough to pull me back into my room and into my closet. Before I knew it I was getting a make over - dresses flying everywhere!

"Aunt Alice! I want blue not pink!"

"What did I say? Call me Alice," she said as she zipped my dress. "You are so much like your mother sometimes!"

She pushes me into my bathroom and took out a brush to style my hair. No one could fix this bush of a curly mess. Ouch! The brush was pulling my hair and my head started to get sore. Alice tried different and crazy hair styles. The first one made me look like a poodle, which did not make me feel better about my make over.

Finally after many failed attempts of making me happy, she finished. It was perfect for me. She turned my body and I was facing the full-body mirror.

"Oh. My." She paused. "You look beautiful."

I smiled, "Thank you, Alice." Then I curtsied.

I loved into the mirror and I saw a whole new person. She was in a blue, Cinderella dress and white heels. White gloves went up to my elbow and a diamond tiara was placed at my wavy hair. I could've been in a fairy tale. I walked out of my bathroom and into the hall.

"Renesmee, you look beautiful," Mom said nearly put to tears.

"Beautiful," Dad agreed. I blushed and thanked him.

"Where's Jacob?" I asked.

"He's waiting at the party." They answered.

We walked out and headed towards the car.

Then we arrived at a hotel. I was surprised. It was a huge, French-styled hotel with columns that looked as if it was made for a castle. Aunt Alice has outdone herself this time. We drove up to the entrance and there was Jacob standing in a black tux. I was suddenly stunned as I just remembered my dream. He opened the door for me and took out his hand to escort me into the hotel. As he pulled me out Jacob said, "Wow. You look great!" He sounded shocked. "Thanks," I said sarcastically. He took my hand and walked me out to the ballroom.

It was beautiful. My jaw dropped at it's beauty. The room looked like a castle in fairy tales and I was the princess. Eyes turned toward me as I walked in.

To my surprise Jacob asked, "Do you wan't to dance?"

He looked slightly worried as he towered over me. Should I? What if the feelings from the dream was real?

"Sure," I replied in shock.

My tall 5'7 body could not compare to Jacob's gigantic 6 feet something body. The music guided us through the dance. He was better than I thought. Once he almost tripped me, but he caught me before I could fall.

After a while, the music stopped and I asked, "Can I talk to you in private?" I didn't even bother to wait for an answer. I just led the way through the huge crowd to the back doors. We sat down at a gazebo swing. I quiet for a while. I didn't know what to say or what to do.

"So you needed to talk to me about something, Nessie?"

As we swung on the swing, I gazed into the shining moon. All my worry went into what I was about to do.

I turned to look at him. "I need to figure something out." He looked confused. So, as my blood started to rush through my body, I jumped up and kissed him right on the lips. His body was rigid at first, but it started to soften. This felt right, but I had to know how he felt. So unwillingly, I backed away. But as I was about to detach myself from him, he pulled me back in with great strength. Now I knew it was right. We felt the same way about each other. Just then, we heard footsteps coming closer towards us at a rapid speed.

I pushed Jacob away and quickly sat away from him as possible. He looked at me with his great smile, the one I saw in my dreamy. But the footsteps that were coming toward us stopped right in front of us. It was Mom and Dad. Oh No! How was I going to explain this to them? I knew Dad was reading my mind at that moment. I couldn't hold my thoughts, they just started to scatter in my mind.

"Jacob!" Dad yelled, sounding pissed. His eyes turned dark with fury and his hand turned into a fist.

"Dad, I can ex-" I paused looking at Mom. She did not move or make a sound.

I flushed a bright red.

"You know this was bound to happen someday. And today is the day," Jacob said with a bit of anger but with mostly joy and pride.

"What do you mean 'bound to happen someday'?" I asked looking confused.

It was silent. "It is what werewolves do." I turned and saw Mom staring at the moon with dead eyes. "Jacob imprinted on you. That means you two are like soul mates," her voice was in disappointed and slow in pain.

"When did this 'imprinting' happen?"

"When you were born," Jacob replied when no one would answer me.

"Why me though?"

"We don't know. It just happens." He answered sort of embarrassed. He loved me, but he didn't know why.

I heard Dad hiss and I became worried for Jacob. I stood upright and went to Dad's side. "Renesmee, you should go inside," Dad ordered. I did what I was told. I sat at the closest table to the backdoors and sat down. My heart started to pound with worry. What will happen to Jacob? Will Jacob get hurt? Jacob, Jacob, Jacob.

Out of nowhere Dad comes and sits down on the chair next to me. "Sweetheart," he started. "I just want the best for you, even if you disagree. I thought that when you turned 17, these feelings would turn up, but I guess I was wrong." My mind went into a haze about the memories I had of Jacob.

Dad nudged me to get my attention, which obviously was not there. :Sorry dad."

"I didn't know all this was going to happen…all in one night. I didn't even know that it was going to happen." I said.

Mom walked in with Jacob in a hurtful hold to the arm.

"Edward, I can take it from here. But take this mutt somewhere else," Mom said angrily.

They walked away, which left me with Mom. I didn't know what to say to her. She seemed mad, but you can never know until you talk to that person.

"Mom, I am real-"

"Don't say it. I know you are. I am not mad…not completely mad."

"Then why are you like this? I just don't understand."

"Every mother is like that for their children." I blushed.

We grew silent out of our conversation. I was still seated in the chair with Mom right there next to me. Then a sudden growl grabbed our attention. We dashed out of the door to see Dad growling at Jacob. Dad was in a defensive stance, as if he was about to battle. Jacob was standing tall and in pride. I looked at Dad's eyes. They were red with fury. My heart wanted to drop at that second. I didn't know what was happening and I was concerned for both.