Once again, all credit goes to Stephenie Meyer
10 years into the future
Chapter 3
After begging the doctors to let me go back to school, I remembered a story that I had heard one of the first times I came down here. I was with a very tall Quileute tribe member. He was informing this guy Charlie on some stuff. My mom was with Billy and she was supposed to go get something from a drug store. I was supposed to be in the other room but I heard it anyway. The Native American – Jacob I think it was – was telling the Charlie about a story. It went something like this.
"Do you know any of our old stories, about where we came from – the Quileutes, I mean?" Jacob asked.
"Not really," Charlie said. He sounded nervous.
"Well, there are lots of legends, but the one that's actually true is that we descended from wolves – and that the wolves are our brothers still. I showed you this Charlie," Jacob continued. I could hear Charlie grunt and Billy chuckle.
"There are stories about the cold ones." Jacob said almost whispering.
"The cold ones?" Charlie asked.
"Yes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. They don't hunt like the us. The reason we are around is to keep them off our land and protect the pale-faces."
"What?" Charlie gasped, "What are they?"
"Blood-suckers. Or as Bella and the rest of the Cullens call themselves, vampires."
I slammed on the brakes. I was in the school parking lot. And I needed to get to the computer lab.
When school ended, I stood by my truck and waited for Renesme. My hands were shaking but I told myself it was only the nerves. Finally she came.
"Hello Ash," She greeted me.
"Hello Renesme," I said back as we climbed in my truck.
"Please, my family calls me Nessie," She said.
"Alright then Nessie," I said and we began to drive. After a few moments of silence I broke it.
"Renesme I know what you are," I said. She turned to face me.
"What?" She asked.
"You Cullens.
"What do you know about us?" She asked her tone growing cold.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"I don't know how to answer that," She said.
"You just say your age," I told her.
"Um, maybe I should start from the beginning," She glanced at me.
"Ok?" I asked uncertainly.
"Do you remember when I said that my mother and father met at the lab table that we sit at?" She asked. I remained silent waiting for her to go on.
"That was twelve years ago. My parents are Edward and Bella Cullen," She said.
"Wait, but your parents are in our grade!" I gapped.
"Yes. My Father was a…. a ….vampire," She whispered the word.
"I knew it," I whispered.
"Yes. You did. Anyway, the met and my mother was human. Vampires can't age. My father was stuck at Seventeen since 1918." She continued. I was in shock.
"They met and my mother's blood was the strongest he ever smelled. He wanted to kill her but at the same time, he loved her. Edward can read minds. He couldn't read my mother's. The fell in love and married a month before Bella turned nineteen. My father was still seventeen. On their honeymoon, my mother conceived me. It only took a month for the full pregnancy. I almost killed her. She has had many near death experiences, all of which my father saved her from. I was one of them. I grew so quick that I looked like a five year old by December. My mother is a shield. She blocks things from her mind and can protect others. That's why my father couldn't read her mind. When the Volturi – the rulers of the vampire world - found out about me. They thought I was an immortal child and could not learn. They were set out to destroy me. This was ten years ago. We had so many witnesses and they saw me grow and my gift that they could not destroy me. Here I'll show you." Then she put her hand to my cheek. Images flashed through my mind. All the vampires, the Volturi I guessed, the terror and her when she was little.
"What are the big dogs?" I asked. She smiled.
"Vampires worst enemies. But they are our friends now. When my mother was a human, she had a friend Jacob. He and his tribe were werewolves. She became friends with them. Jacob imprinted on me," she said.
"What does imprint mean?" I asked quizzically.
"Well, werewolves don't age. They grow. Jacob has known me since birth and he loves me." My stomach twisted, "But he just wants me to be happy." I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Werewolves look like huge wolves. They have packs and transform into wolves. It's cool. They eat food like animals though!" She laughed. I loved that sound.
"You mean they eat animals too?" I asked.
"No. They eat human food," She said.
"How come you're different then your family. You don't look like them," I told her.
"Oh. Well, I have vampires tough skin. Vampire's skin sparkles like diamonds in the sunlight. My does it faintly. Vampires don't sleep. I do. My heart beats but just a little faster than a humans. I can run fast like vampires. I have my father's hair color, my mother's eye color- before the change- and her thickness in hair. I eat because I'm half human and half vampire,"
"So, you're half human and half vampire?" I asked just to make sure.
"Yep. Hey turn here," She pointed to an unpaved road.
"I thought we were going to La Push?" I asked confused.
"We will but first, I wasn't you to met my family."