Hey! I got more reviews than I thought I would! I thought I'd get none, so I do believe I will write another chapter for you guys! In the reviews a lot mentioned that Nessie doesn't get sick, blah blah blah. The fact that she is half human allows her to get hurt (but she heals fast) and to get sick and is vulnerable to diseases. This is just how it is gonna work in my story. Trust me, I'm not gonna let anything happen to her. She won't die. Well, you get what I mean. ;) enjoy! Xoxo

Four

Renesmee

Flashback

Two months was as fast as we could get away.

I woke up and there were strands of hair on my pillow. I silently cried as I cleaned them up. I went to school like usual and acted as if nothing was wrong. When I passed Taylor he gave me a sympathetic smile, but it seemed fake.

Everything was going fine until I got to seventh period. We were learning about what would happen if cells were abnormal, or over split. It was a bit boring, seeing as though I knew all about abnormal cells. I was spacing, thinking about what kind of house we would buy when I was called on.

"What happens when cells over divide at a fast rate Mrs. Cullen?" Mr. Tate asked.

"Uhh." I looked around the room. I hadn't been paying attention so I didn't know the answer.

"You should know, you're the one with cancer!" someone from the back yelled.

I looked around again and saw the faces of my peers go from calm, to surprised in a matter of seconds. Whenever they would catch my eye they gave me sympathetic looks. My face turned red, I was burning up. I felt like they were staring a hole in me. I grabbed my bag and ran out. I ran all the way to my car and got in before the tears came. I sat and cried like that for a while before I decided to start it and drive home.

The next day word spread like wildfire. Soon I was getting the looks from all of my classmates. I couldn't take it. Whenever I would walk down the hall I would see someone point and whisper. Even Allie couldn't make it better. I couldn't wait to move. The weekends were small gifts, tokens from god so that I wouldn't go suicidal.

All my hair fell out. Mom took me to LA to get a few of the best wigs in the country. I got two that matched my hair color, one was straight, and the other was curly. I got another in blonde for the heck of it. They didn't help the fact I was an outcast now. Nothing was wrong on the outside, but everyone knew I was messed up on the inside.

The night before we moved me and Allie camped in my backyard. We got everything that each other had gotten the other and brought it out. We sat and told every single story we could think of. We laughed until we cried and cried until we could make each other laugh again. We ended up finally going to sleep as soon as the sun was rising. Dad came and woke us up a few hours later. Everything we didn't need for a few days was packed up, moved and set up by decorators. As for beds, well, we all got new ones.

Me and Allie packed up the tent and all of the knickknacks inside in silence. There wasn't much more to say. In all the years we had been friends, I had never told her I was half vampire. I wanted so badly to tell her then, but what would it matter? It wouldn't make a difference. I was still leaving.

Once everything was packed up and we were ready to leave I went inside for a few minutes and put on a wig that looked just like my hair did before. When I came back outside, I told Allie goodbye, without crying. It was hard, but I was all cried out. We hugged and released and I got in the car. I didn't even look back.

End of flashback

When we pulled up to the house it was 3 in the afternoon. It was even more beautiful than I remembered. I had picked out the house. It was secluded in the trees and a mile off the road. It was a very Victorian style house. Daddy said he had grown up in one just like this one. It had spiral stairs inside that led up to my bedroom. The kitchen was enormous, although no one would ever eat in it. Mom and dad had a huge bedroom and bathroom that were fit for royalty.

My bedroom reminded me of a loft. It was big and open and above the kitchen, living room and dining room. The stairs made me feel like a princess. It had a huge bay window that the decorators put a comfy couch-bench by. My bed was tall and had four bedposts with white drapes over it. It was like a dream.

I got out of the car and went inside.

"Ah, Nessie. You picked a perfect house!" mom said. I smiled. I loved it and was glad they liked it. I was just excited for tomorrow. They promised that we would go see Grandma and the rest of the family! I climbed my spiral stairs to my room.

When I got there up it was better than I imagined. I closed the door to the stairs and dropped my bag on the floor. The curtains were open and the sunlight light up the room so that it looked fresh and pristine. The bay looked gorgeous and inviting and my bed was fit for a princess. I went and jumped on to my bed. I felt like the princess and the pea. I closed my eyes for a second and woke up hours later.

I opened my eyes and didn't know where I was. Then I thought about it and I was in my room. My room in Port Angeles. No one knew me. It felt so freeing. I went and picked my bag up off the floor and grabbed my phone out, it was five thirty. My battery was running low so I looked for my charger. I wasn't sure where the decorators put it. After searching through my desk drawers and closet I gave up. I grabbed my keys and my purse decided to go buy a new one. I wanted to explore the town a bit anyway.

I walked down the stairs and into the living room. Dad was watching a show about the Hoover Dam, he was such a nerd. I came behind him and hugged him from behind the couch. "I love you daddy." I said. I knew he loved his job in Utah, and it was a lot to up and move like we did. My daddy had always been there for me. I remember when I was little and couldn't sleep I would come downstairs and he would be watching one of his shows and he would just know and would automatically go make me some hot cocoa. I always fell asleep before he could bring it to me, but it was an awesome thought that he would always do that for me. When I got older I would stay awake for the hot cocoa and he would tell me stories. Of all the decades and cool people he had met. It always amazed me. I would be so tired the next day, but it was always worth it.

"I love you too, baby doll." He said. I kissed his cheek and said, "I'm going to buy a new charger, and explore a bit. I'll be back by ten. Okay?"

"Okay, you have your cell right?" he asked. He was so protective. Especially now that the chemo had made my immune system less effective, but he had always been pretty protective.

"Course. Love you." I said and opened the front door.

"Okay. Love you too." He said and I walked out. It was a bit chilly here, not what I was used to. In Utah, the weather was generally warm and not this cold for September. I hopped in my car and started it up, turning the heat on full blast. I hated being cold. I remember from when I was little when mom or dad would hold me. Their arms and hands were always cold. I ran at a cooler temperature than most, but warm enough to like heat better.

I pulled out of our drive and down to the main road. I remembered seeing signs on how to get to town so I followed my instincts till I found a wal*mart. I went inside and bought a new charger and some skittles. I walked back out into the cold and got in my car. I drove around the square and looked at all the little shops.

I opened my pack of skittles and drove past the last little shop. I turned right onto what I thought was the way back home. I was going down the road that was secluded by trees when my car dies. I manage to pull off to the side before it stops. I try and start it a few times with no luck.

'This is just great!' I think to myself. I pull out my phone and dial triple A.

After a few minutes of explaining where I was and what had happened they said they would send someone to come help me. I sat in my car and looked through my phone till it finally died. If it had died any sooner, I would have been screwed. I waited and waited for what seemed like ages. But by my clock it had only been three minutes. Finally I saw a truck coming down the road.

He pulled in front of me so our front ends were facing each other. I decided to get out and see what I needed to do.

He got out of the truck and looked at me. It was like a wave had washed over me. I went into a trance like state and had a vision, a flashback, something, of a person that looked like this man giving me butterfly kisses. That was all. Then it was gone.

I shook the image from my head and walked over to his truck.

"Heya, what seems to be the problem?" he said as he was getting out of the truck. He looked at me and was confused then seemed to shake his own thoughts and get back to the real world also.

"My car died. I tried restarting it, no luck." I rubbed my arms, it was freezing out.

"Gotcha, alright well I can give you a jump, no problem. Are you cold?" he asked. I finally let myself stare at him. He was gorgeous. He had tan skin and dark hair. He was muscular and sexy. I decided I liked it. But he would never be interested in me anyway. If he had a job that meant he was older than me, out of high school at least. He didn't look very old though.

"Yes. Freezing actually." I said at last. He looked at me and smiled. My belly did a flip. Did he really just smile at me? The smile wasn't a pity smile. It was a genuine smile. Something I hadn't seen much of in the past months.

"Oh, do you want to sit in my truck while I do this? The heat is on in there." He walked to the door of his truck & opened it. I smiled, walked over and got in. He made sure my feet were out of the way and closed the door. I watched him as he went to the back of the truck and got some cords. He walked around to my car and opened the door and popped the hood. He closed my car door and looked at me. He smiled again and motioned for me to pop his hood. I leaned down and pulled the hood latch. The hood popped up and scared me. I jumped. He laughed. When I saw him laughing I gave him a smiling glare. This just made him laugh more.

He connected our cars with the jumper cables and then came over to the door. He opened the door and I scooted to the passenger side. He revved up his truck for a second and then hopped out to go and try and start mine. It still didn't want to start. I gave him a confused look at he just shrugged his shoulders.

We tried this a few more times with no luck. He looked at my engine a bit and then decided it was too dark to see anything anymore. If I knew anything about cars, I could have seen inside the engine with my vision, but I wouldn't have known what's wrong with it.

He came back over to the door. He opened it and I said, "So then, it doesn't want to cooperate, does it?"

He looked at me a smiled. "Or, maybe it wants us to grab a bite to eat and try it later?" he asked and blushed. Man, he was even cuter when he blushed! How could I say no?

"I think that is exactly what she is thinking." I said and giggled.

"She?" he asked with a puzzled look. He moved his arm up to lean against the truck door and I couldn't keep from looking. It was so muscular and tan and I think I saw part of a tattoo! I got my thoughts together and answered.

"Yeah, she, my car?"I said and grinned. He just laughed and started to get in. I scooted over and let him get in. He pulled off back onto the road and started driving. It was so weird. I felt so comfortable with him and safe and at ease. And I had only met him an hour ago! I quickly realized I was in a car with a guy I'd just met and didn't even know his name.

"Umm, we were never properly introduced. I'm Renesmee, but you can call me Nessie." I said.

He did what I never would have expected. He stomped on the brake and jerked the car to a stop.

"Nessie? Is it really you? Oh god." He said and looked at me thoughtfully. I saw a tear come down his cheek. Okay, this was really starting to freak me out.

"Yes, I'm Nessie. What the hell is going on?" I asked. He laughed and pulled me into a hug. I almost tried to stop him, but he smelled so good, not in that I-wanna-eat-him way, but he smelled familiar and comforting. And his strong heartbeat was enough to put me to sleep.

"I thought I'd lost you for good." He said and still held me close. I decided to pull away. I was really freaked out.

"What the hell? Have we met before? I do not remember you…" I said and gave him a questioning look.

"You don't remember me? You were so small. I tried coming after you. It was no good though. They were good at hiding it. Does this mean you haven't seen Carlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper and Emmett and Rosalie since then either?" he said. He seemed to be rambling. How did he know my family? I was majorly confused.

"What are you talking about? How do you know my family? Are you a stalker?" I asked.

"No, I'm not a stalker." He said and laughed. "Me and your mom have been friends since we were little. We used to make mud pies together."

"Uh, huh. So then how do you know me?" I asked.

"I was there when you were born. After you were kidnapped, I just…" He trailed off.

"What the? Kidnapped?" I asked. I was never kidnapped. I know that I was little when we moved to Utah, but I wasn't kidnapped. Mom or dad would have told me.

"They didn't tell you? You don't even remember? You grew so fast. And you were talking by a few weeks old. You honestly don't remember?" he asked me. He looked sad. Betrayed almost.

"I really don't. Can you please explain?" I asked and looked at him with my puppy dog face.

"You still want to grab a bite to eat?"He asked.

Even though I was confused and freaked out, he was still majorly hot and nice and I was starving anyway.

"Yeah, I'd like that." I said and smiled. He started driving again and we drove to a diner on the edge of Port Angeles. It wasn't a big town, but the diner was about 20 minutes from my house. We got a booth for two and sat down.

I looked over the menu and tried to decide what to order, but my mind was running with questions of what had happened when I was little. I found the first thing that looked good and put my menu down.

"Okay, I'm dying tell me!" I told him. He was still studying the menu and he looked absolutely stunning. "Wait, what's your name? You never told me." I said.

He looked up and smiled. "Right, Jacob Black. But you can call me Jake." He said. Jake. I thought about the name. Trying to think if I had ever heard mom or dad talk about a Jake, or Jacob. I decided I hadn't.

"Okay then Jake, tell me what happened." I said.

"Well…" he began.

He told me about how he was there when I was born, and how before, he had wanted to kill me. But as soon as he saw me, his mind was changed. He fell in love with me, my cute smile and curls. He told me of the fights he and my Aunt Rosalie had had about holding me. He told me of the experience he had when I first put an image into his head. He said I was telling him 'no.' I laughed at that. It was weird to hear him talk about me as a baby, but maybe because I'd never really had anyone that talked about me being a baby. Mom and dad did sometimes, but it was rare now that I think about it.

Jakes face changed when I asked him about the kidnapping.

"I was gone that day. I was out with the pack at the beach. Bella had told me I needed some time away from you. I didn't want to, but she insisted, so I did. You were only a few months old, yet you looked as though you were five. I thought it would be okay to leave you for a while. I went home every night and you were okay."

He looked so sad. As though he blamed himself. "Please go on. I have to know." I begged.

"Everyone had gone hunting and you were at home with Bella. She came in and easily over-powered Bella and took you away. It was the only way she could think of to hurt Bella. She was so jealous. When I came over later that night, everyone was gone. I was worried so much about you. I called all of them and none answered. I tried calling and came over every day for a few days. One day they finally were home and let me in. Everyone was there except you and your parents. When I asked them where you were they all looked sad. Their faces made me think of the worst, so I stormed off; it wasn't until later that I realized you weren't dead. I could still feel you." He finished.

"She who, came in? And what do you mean you could feel me? How?" I asked totally confused.

"Tanya. Her and your dad dated for a while, and when she found out he had married Bella, she got jealous. And well, you see, how I could feel you is a whole different story." He said and looked away.

"Tell me." I said.

He got closer and said in a small voice "I'm a werewolf. And I've imprinted on you."

"A werewolf?" I asked in the same small voice. "What does imprinted mean?" I asked.

"Yes. And it means were soul mates. That we're meant to be together. Werewolves have one partner for life. We don't get to chose. It just happens. It makes a strong bond between the two. That's how I could feel you."

"Wait, you're my soul mate? I don't believe this. You are just trying to get in my pants! To think I believed you about all of it!" I said and stood up. I ran outside into the cold. I stood there trying to gather all my thoughts. I started crying. All I wanted was to be at home in my bed. This was all too much. Was he really lying? I thought about the looks on his face, they seemed really genuine. And I knew he was hurt and even though I had just met, or re-met him, I felt a pull to go in there and make it right with him. I looked up to the moon and felt another pull to go inside. I wiped my tears and opened the door.

I walked back in and he was still sitting in the booth.

"I don't have a ride." I said and sat back down. "And what's up with that moon thing?"

He smiled that gorgeous smile of his and I had no choice to smile too. "Legend has it that in the old day and in stories that werewolves only turned when it was a full moon, but see, we are special, we can turn whenever we want. So the moon still has some part in our, 'wolvieness'." He said and laughed. I laughed too.

"Oh shit!" I said. Then immediately regretted it and covered my mouth. Jake just looked at me and busted out laughing.

"What?" he asked.

"The moons out!" I said and pulled out my phone. The battery was dead. "What time is it?"

He pulled his phone out and checked the time. "Its 10:54" he said.

"Crap! Dad is gonna flip! My phone is dead and even when I'm not home when I say I will be he usually just calls to make sure everything is alright. Can I borrow your phone?" I ask.

"Sure thing." Jake said and handed it to me.

I dialed dad's number and pressed the green button. I looked at the screen to check if the number was right, and it said 'calling Edward'.' Hmm, Jake wasn't lying.' I thought.

"Hello?" dad answered with a questioning tone.

"Hey dad it's me. Sorry, my phone died. I'm using a friends. My car broke down and wouldn't jump start when triple A sent someone. The guy they sent was really nice, so he took me out to dinner. I'll be home in a bit. Okay?" I said.

Jake got up and went and paid the check.

"Okay. But what is this friend's name?" He asked. I saw Jake waiting by the door so I said "Jake, I gotta go. Love you see you in a bit!" and hung up.

I walked over to Jake and said thanks and handed him his phone back. We walked outside and got back in the truck. He started it up and pulled off. "My house is off 46." I said.

"Okay." He said. He still didn't look as happy as he had been. This made me sad.

"I believe you. When I called my dad, his number was saved into your phone. I'm sorry I accused you." I said.

"It's okay. I just felt for so long that I had lost you and would never see you again. I'm so scared that it's going to happen again. I don't want them to take you away again…" he trailed off.

"I won't let them. I like it here. And, I like you." I said, sort of mumbling the last part.

"You do?" he asked. Of course I did! We were soul mates after all. Right? My brain hurt from thinking so much. We still had a bit to go until my car. I had asked him to stop by so I could grab my purse out and lock it up until tomorrow. I scooted over and put my head on his shoulder. I wanted to hear his heartbeat. I sat like that until we reached my car. When we got there I jumped out real fast and grabbed my purse and made sure the doors were locked.

It was freezing now. When I got back in I was shivering. Jake pulled me into a hug that heated me up real fast. He was like a heater!

"Mmm, you're so warm." I said.

I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back at me. He let go and kept his right arm around me and used the other to drive. When we got to my house I looked over to him.

"So… I'll call you tomorrow then, so we can look at my car?" I asked.

"Nah, I'll be up early. I can go get it in the morning and start looking at it before you even wake up. How bout you call me when you wake up?" He said and smiled.

"Sure thing." I said and smiled. I kissed his cheek and got out of the truck and went inside before he had time to say anything else. My stomach was doing flips! I opened the front door and mom and dad were both sitting on the couch.

"Nessie, good to see you. Why don't you have a seat?" Mom said. Oh crap. I forgot dad would probably have Jake's number saved too. It was going to be a long night.

A/n- Ahhh, so I have no clue how a car gets jumped off. I can't even drive yet. Lol. But, I hope you liked it!! Review if you want me to keep going. Do you like seeing something's from Jakes POV? Cause I can write it if you like it. But you gotta review and tell me! :) How was the drama with Tanya? Good, or bad? I couldn't think of anything else. Lol. Oh! Thanks to my best friend ShikaGirl1990!! I love you Squidney! REVIEW PLEASE! :) xoxo!