Blue Moon
Disclaimer: This is a spin off fan-fiction story based on the TWILIGHT series written and completely owned by Stephanie Meyer. I do not own any of the mentioned characters or their personalities or characteristics. I only write for entertainment purposes, and appreciate Stephanie's beautiful mind which created this amazing story. Thank you, and enjoy. – Ciara
Fading Scars
Written from Renesmee's perspective.
"I'm not entirely sure how we pull off everything we do… being what we are. My entire family looks, well, strange. Even myself, with the perfect complexion, bright eyes, and super fast reflexes comes off as strange. Not to mention, I can't just go around touching people without risking sharing something they don't want to know. This complicates things just a bit. There isn't a whole lot I can do about my life and the way I am though. I think, if there is a God, he does things like us on purpose, to make his crazy little planet all the more funny. Most kids don't remember much about their first four or five years of life, but I remember everything. Including the 6 foot something hunk of a man my family left behind five years ago.
Okay, so I guess I didn't exactly think of him as a hunk when I was only just born, but, looking back on my memories of him now… damn. I think any girl would be nuts to pass him up, which brings me to my next issue: my mother. Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen, as we've decided on her name over the last few years. Bella, as most call her. Let's sum up her history shall we? She moves to Forks, meets Jake, also meets my father Edward. She finds out he and his entire family are vampires, but not the eating people sort. So, she's okay with this. She almost dies several times, makes illegal trips around the world (if you asked Grandpa Charlie) to save my idiot father, who left her in the first place, and leaves Jake behind, who ironically enough thinks he loves her. What it actually boils down to is that, apparently, he was in love with the not yet conceived part of me. It's a lot to take in… but it's my life.
Should I be bothered by the fact that the man who is supposedly my soul mate had… well a random make-out session or two, and a full on cuddle session with my mother? She reassures me all the time that it was a misdirected affection, but a girl can't help but wonder, right? Well, now to sum up the most current events. I was conceived on my mother's honeymoon, because apparently they didn't stop to use protection, the one thing they STRESS to me now because of my new found adolescence. I was born shortly after because apparently mutant babies don't stick around in a tight space for too long because they grow too fast. Speaking of fast… well I've only lived almost six years in this world, but according to several of my friends, I'm a regular, though extremely "flawless" eighteen year old girl in high school. You have no idea how hard it is for me to live a semi normal life with these freaks I know as family. Believe me, I say that lovingly. I'm a freak too, but I hide it a little better, thanks to my human half.
So… my issues as a "freak"… Well, I drink blood, but I also live off of normal food. My most recent obsession is nachos. Who would have thought? Well, then there's the aforementioned gifts like super reflexes, maturing in only a few short years and being destined to stay that way, the blood drinking… oh, and my gift. Not all vampires have them, so they weren't sure what to expect with me being a hybrid. But, here's the kicker, I'm only like… one in four around the whole world who wasn't killed off by the Volturi, who by the way, are a bunch of loathing, blood sucking assholes I can't stand. Long story short, I have a gift that involves sharing my memories, thoughts, and the things I feel with just skin to skin contact, via my hands. Mom does shields, dad reads minds, and Uncle Jasper keeps my temper tantrums under control against my will. Aunt Alice sees the future, but it can change, and… well Uncle Emmett is just… huge.
I guess the only thing missing in my teen life is the heartthrob that drives me bonkers… He's somewhere in Washington, while I'm here in Michigan. I think my parents did the opposite coast thing for a reason…"
The knock on the door jarred my attention away from my journal. Of course there was no pause before it was pushed open, scattering the random mass of "mess-ups" I'd thrown into my bedroom floor. "Renesmee… oh my gosh." Aunt Alice seemed surprised by my inaccurate beginnings to a new journal, but she knew just what I was doing by the look on her face. "We've talked about you writing your entire life down on paper… people can read it… and start to make assumptions, bad ones at that." I gave her a sigh and leaned back into my pillow. "Well since I have no one else to talk to about it, paper is the best justification." She looked almost hurt that I didn't want to discuss my problems with her. Sitting on the edge of my bed after approaching with that lofty gait she always had, she curled herself up into a ball, and smeared an almost sickeningly gushy look across her face, as if she was one of my girlfriends, waiting for me to lay it on her. I scoffed, closed my journal, and stared at her. "What?"
She blinked, caught off guard, and then pouted slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Okay, well fine. I just wanted to let you know that you should start packing." See, I'd gotten used to the idea that we weren't leaving this place – ever, so it was kind of a shock to me to hear those words. Jerking up on my bed, I stared at her, bright eyes full of expectation. Her sing song laugh reached my ears, and her hands streaked through my hair softly, a humming noise coming from her throat. "I know… it's something we never expected. But, Grandpa Charlie called today. Billy Black passed away, and your parents think it is time to go home." I always knew everyone missed Forks as much as I thought I did. The way Aunt Alice let "home" hum off of her lips, I had my knowledge confirmed.
She was excited too. Pressing a hand against her forearm, I smiled, and she gave a soft warm smile back to me. "I know, you want to see him, and you want him to see you. But right now he will be grieving, and you need to be slow with him. Billy was important to Jacob, and no matter how eager you are, this is a time for baby steps. Besides that, the last time he saw you, you were in diapers, giggling, and biting him for fun." She gave a disgusted look at that, and shrugged as she got up and zipped out of the room. She'd never really liked Jake in the sense of smell or anything of the sort, so I could see why she thought his taste would be just as repulsive. I gave a gleeful squeal as I hopped off of my bed, and immediately began packing. In the back of my mind, there was a tickling feeling, one I knew all too well. Dad had been listening the entire time.
"I'm glad you're happy, baby. We will leave at sunset. Pack everything."