Sorry it took so long to update, my friend and I spent a while discussing where the story would go. Anywho, hope you like!
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Samantha Whitlock
Our fighting arena was already destroyed, the trees lying on the ground and the rocks splint in halves. The battle between Carla and Emmett had been serious in some respects, though I had a pretty good feeling that Edward and my fight was a lot more to do with competition and pride. I looked at everyone in the trees; they all had similar expressions on their faces, one's of excitement and anticipation. I felt excited looking at them all, and I felt warm. This family had been there for Jasper for who knows how long, and if I knew right, they would be here for me as well.
Edward's face was calculating, I knew he was reading my mind, trying to find out my battle plans. My battle plans hadn't really been decided, usually I was one to think ahead, to read every aspect of a coming event. Though this fight would test me, test my very being in some ways. I would have to rely on my instincts instead of my planning, more feel than thought. Edward, reading my thoughts, smirked at me, he probably thought he was going to have the advantage, him being able to read thoughts and all.
"Cheater," I called to him, a bit disgusted.
He laughed and hunched into his hunting stance. He was serious, just like I was, this fight would be interesting. I ran at the speed of light and sound, and I had the theory for a while now that my mind could process things quickly also. Maybe not as fast and light and sound, though I always seemed to be aware of things before others. Maybe I wasn't only gifted in physical speed, though mental also. What if I was able to get my thoughts and way of processing things to the speed of light and sound, Edward would never be able to catch up. This ability might let me have the upper hand with Edward, though now that I have thought of it, he will be prepared. I looked at him and glared with concentration and slunk into my hunting stance, all my muscles were coiled, ready to pounce. Like in our first chess game, he had the first move, and I prepared myself for him.
He moved swiftly, he was faster than Carla, faster than most, though still, I was faster, and at that I smiled. He moved left first, I followed him only with my eyes, only concentrating on his movement. He seemed to be very skilled, I could tell merely by looking at the way he moved. With such grace and experience, every step he took, he took it for a reason. He sprung at me now, I hadn't expected him to be quite so fast, though it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. He aimed for the upper half of me, swinging his arm for my head. I crouched down in a swift, quick movement, the action probably being blurred to the others. He again swung his fist for my head, I moved my head to the side and he kicked his foot into my stomach. I got punched into the ground, and felt myself make the dent in the ground, felt myself start to destroy the surrounding, just like Carla and Emmett had. While on the ground, I didn't even allow myself to think of it, I let my instincts flow. I swung my fist low and evenly into his stomach, and doing this he let out a shocked gasp. He only stumbled a few metres away from me, though that was all I needed for now. I sprung backwards and into a tree, once again the higher ground being the place where I preferred to fight. I looked down on him as he straightened up, my silk dress swirled around my legs, as a breeze of wind flew past. The movement of my dress reminded me of Carla's previous seductive acts. She was so confident at times, it made me look up to her. It wasn't like I cared if I showed a bit of cleavage, though doing something like that in a fight, just wasn't my way of doing things.
His eyes reached mine after I had landed on my branch, they seemed amused, he probably was finally getting the competition he deserved. I beamed at him, the look in his eyes made me excited as well. It was my turn now; it was time to show him the true definition of speed. I coiled myself, he knew I was about to move, he prepared himself for my attack. I sprung to the branch above me, and let out a trilling laugh, this was so much fun. I watched him look at me, I thought through my plan as quickly as possible. I put my arms tightly against my body, making myself in the shape of a missile. Then without hesitating I dropped straight down, the impact was loud, and the dent my landing created big, though I didn't pause to hear or look. As soon as I landed, I absorbed the blow by bending my knees and straight away springing at him. He dodged, and I hand sprung going backwards, then spun around and charged at him again. All I was thinking was hand, hand and kick, only wanting to hit him. He dodged, swiftly ducking or swerving to the side. With my speed I crouched down and whipped my leg in a circle below him, with this he fell to ground. Though no time to celebrate, I wasn't finished yet. He was flat on his back, and I lifted my foot above his chest, then with all my strength I stomped down on him. I heard the gasps from beside me, though I paid them no mind. I heard Carla's laugh in reaction to how much fun I was having, I smiled at the thought of how much she enjoyed watching me fight, always one for other not herself.
I took a leap backwards and was about 5 meters away from him, I smirked, looking forward to what I would do next.
I moved, prepared to start running in my full speed, or near it anyway, though I was stopped. My dress ripped, my beautiful pink silk ripped, right up the side of my thigh.
"Damn it!" I muttered, I couldn't let it look this bad while I was fighting so well, it needed to be fixed.
I gripped the other side of it and ripped it again, though I ripped all the way to my hip, my lace underwear showing on the sides. I did this again to the already ripped side, though my dress was still too long. It was down to my knees, and that would get in the way. I bunched the silk in a fist just higher than half way up my thigh then tore it. I grimaced at the fact I had to that to such a beautiful dress, and then repeated it to the other side.
"Sorry Alice," I muttered to her, she gasped and I winced at the loss of the wonderful dress.
I looked up and Edward was on his feet, geez I wanted to show him my move, at least I hadn't thought of it, too much. He looked to the ground below me at the ripped fabric, and smiled. I snarled at him, he looked to my face and laughed out loud, damn it he was annoying. He didn't even prepare me for it, he streaked across the distance between us and swiftly punched me in the face. I felt my feet lift the ground, and I hissed at him while I flew through the air. I hit a tree, though it didn't stop me and flew right through it, then rolled to a stop along the ground. My dress was sitting around my waist, and I sprung up and furiously set it back down.
Though Edward was no longer in front of me, he was running at me from the side, and again he lifted his arm and punched me on the other side of my face. Again, I went flying, though this time I hit the trunk of tree that had been destroyed from Carla and Emmett's fight. Pieces of bark and wood went into the air and dropped onto my lap, I felt myself exerting my anger, losing was never an option for me. I had never been patient when I needed to be, only when I wanted to be. Never once had I enjoyed losing, I didn't like losers or cowards. Oh and I hated cheaters, I often would simply refuse fights with Carla if she use her ability, with he ability involved I was absolutely helpless, powerless.
I got up in one swift movement and I spun around, there he was again running for me he lifted his fist and aimed right for my face. I couldn't believe him; he was ruining his image, what an idiot. Quick as lightning, no wait, I was faster than lightning, the speed of light and sound, I whipped my hand to catch him flying fist, then gripped it as hard as I could. I did all his while standing still, and I looked straight into his eyes, glaring.
'Seriously, how dumb do you think I am?" I asked him a rhetorical question, feeling insulted by him underestimating me.
I put my other hand on top of his fist that had aimed for my hand, and lifted him and swung him around my body. Not letting go, I spun faster, with the speed of light, round and round. His body felt as light as a feather as I spun him, though it was demeaning to do it any longer, he was a man, he had his pride.
So without thinking of it, I let go. I watched him fly away from me, he landed around 500 metres from where I was standing. I flashed to him, reaching his side in a second, I found his body hunched up against a smashed pile of rocks. I grabbed his leg and dragged him and ran back to our original spot. I let go and then dropped his leg, I watched him he quickly, though not as fast as he was to begin with, as he got up.
"I just taught you an important lesson. Never, ever underestimate me." I told him bluntly, no emotion crossing my face.
He glared at me, and I beamed back, this caused him to growl at me. He was similar to me in way, which made me grimace to be aware of that fact. Maybe tat was why we didn't get along that well. They always said "opposites attract", though what about hose who are the same or similar. What would happen then? I think Edward and I were a good example of what I would be like, we were so much alike we could see the attributes that we didn't like in ourselves shine through each other. Well maybe it was something different, but that sounded like the most reasonable conclusion.
I leapt back from him like the last time, and straight away and went into my plan from before. This time I didn't care if he read my thought, my actions would be too fast for him to stop me. I started off slowly, running at his speed, running with the wind. It seemed as if I didn't mesh with the wind, I never had been patient, the wind was too slow for me. So I got faster, spinning around him again and again, each time I got faster. I held my speed when it was at the speed I would usually run at, and spun around and around him. The leaves on the ground surrounding him, began to swirl lifting up and spinning along with me. The area I was circling began looking like a tornado, it got higher and higher and Edward stood in the middle unmoving. I smiled, he thought this was my fastest, well wouldn't he be surprised. I hadn't gone at this speed in years, and the last time I did my clothes burnt off. I sped up, going faster again, my speed was that fast I would appear invisible to a human and barley visible to a vampire. As I got faster, the pressure of the area I was circling intensified, the air surrounding Edward began to feel tighter and tighter, he was beginning to be restricted, the wind I was creating was that strong. Though I knew my limit was still ages away, my clothes limit was wearing off, I could feel the heat of the dress against my thighs. It had begun to burn, and soon it would be all gone, even though I didn't care that much if anyone saw me, it wasn't really the best first impression. I had probably already given them a lot to think about me, though that was their problem, if they don't like me, I don't care The heat suddenly got stronger and I could smell the smoke coming form the dress, and the heat heightened to right below my bust all below my ribcage was bare skin, only my lace underwear still intact. I stopped instantly, the wind whipping through hair and making it fly past my face in a golden storm. I patted the burning pieces if my dress quickly, it had stopped just below my bra. Picturing myself, would look a tad sluttish, all that was covering me was a boob tube made of fine silk and a lace pain of pink panties. Nice.
Edward was just about to recover from my whirl wind, so I decided to put the cherry on top. I struck out at him and finished my attack with a firm blow to the side of his face, though he got caught in my whirlwind, and it recherché him out to the other side of me. I trilled an amused laugh, I heard the spilt tree from behind me, the thought of his face was so hilarious. I looked at his body on this ground his had split to trees in half and the one he was below was in danger of falling.
I let out a triumphant laugh; I had just basically won, won against a vampire that needed to be beaten. I heard Emmett's laugh from the side of me, he was even more amused than I was. Though this fight really didn't have a result, because Edward wouldn't let it finish I assume. He would be the type of personality not to accept defeat, just like me.
I turned, my thoughts were smug and it felt like this battle was over, maybe he'd win in the next fight.
"Who said it was over?" Edward's voice came from behind me.
I gasped and whipped my body around to him; there he was his, his clothes seemed unruffled, his hair untouched. His body was only inches from mine; he was so tall I only reached his chin. The way he stood next to me, he seemed pretty confident with himself. His eyes were amused; his face was serious though, from his point of view, the battle wasn't done. I felt shock surge through me and then shortly after that it was fury, how the hell did he get back here so fast?
"You didn't actually think you could throw me that far, did you?" He raised one eyebrow, as speculating my sanity, "You are a vampire, and you have vampire strength, though you still are a lady, I merely made it seem you threw me as far as you did." He told me, he was patronizing me, telling me what I could and couldn't do.
Although this made me furious, I had shown enough anger for the day, so it would be best for me to keep it calm. To think he let me think that I did that to him, it made me feel stupid and powerless. I usually was on top of my game, vampire's I had fought in the past had relied on their strength and instincts. I had beaten all those sort of vampires, with my intellect and skill, always knowing the blocks to their attacks, knowing how to fight back with my speed and skill. Carla being the exception.
Though Edward was one of the first vampire's I had fought he used his intellect like I did, he knew my fighting style without even having to know me. I knew now, that yes my speed rivaled his mind reading ability, though he was a planner. He thought out his actions, thought through the possible outcomes, I had been too slack, I was too cocky. He watched me observe my past actions, too think he knew what I would do, too think all I did just now made no affect on him.
"We'll call this fight a tie then, shall we?" He asked me, taking a step back.
I thought through this, if I was right Carla and I would be here for a while, and I would have plenty of chances to fight and defeat him. Besides, I wasn't wearing the right outfit for fighting, not dressed like I was.
"Fine," I said bluntly, feeling a bit embarrassed, I turned and started to walk away not looking at his face, my annoyance at him was at its peak.
Carla flashed to my side, and I looked at her face, she seemed to be calculating thinking about something. I felt too annoyed to bother too ask, if she wanted me to know, she would tell me.
"Let's head home," I heard Carlisle say.
It felt odd to have vampire say the word "home", and it felt even stranger that in time maybe, that their home could be ours also. I changed my walk to a run, and flashed from the destroyed clearing. I ran back to the Cullen's home, clearing the river in one simple bound. I landed lightly on the lawn, and a few seconds later they arrived after me, I had forgotten I was faster than them all. They all looked at me for a brief moment, with looks of astonishment though they quickly recovered. Except for Carla and Edward, they had both experienced my speed, the others had merely watched not ran with me.
"Sam, come with me now, you too Carla," Alice was bordering furious, she didn't seem like the type of person who liked seeing destroyed clothes.
I followed her towards the house, though I paused and turned locking my gaze onto Carla. She was pretending not to notice me, she didn't seem like she wanted to change out of her destroyed dress, though I wouldn't allow her to walk around like that. I flashed to her side, the wind I created with my speed moved her hair ever so slightly. I didn't say a word, I merely grabbed onto her arm and tugged at her, and started walking towards the house again. I could feel her reluctantly follow me.
I ended changing into some clothes that were meant for Bella, that Alice hadn't given to her yet. It was a pair of fitting jeans and a bottle green fitting singlet. The labels were ones I recognized, though Carla merely looked as if she couldn't care less. She put on the first thing she saw, which ironically was a pair of khaki short shorts and a white blouse. It was, if she preferred any clothing, the clothes she liked wearing the best.
We headed downstairs; the only people in the living room were Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett. The rest were elsewhere from what I could tell, and I was happy about that, I didn't feel like I could cope looking at Edward's smug face much longer.
Alice told us that she had to find Esme for some reason, so I went to where Jasper was sitting on the sofa and joined him. Carla moved to the centre of the room and just sat on the ground, she was bored. Always being one for constant action. I moved my legs so they were on the sofa and leaned my head back against the arm rest. It felt peaceful, to be here with Jasper and Carla.
I couldn't keep my eyes closed for long though, being a vampire and all I always had to be aware of what was happening, even if I wanted to or not. I shifted myself again, and I saw Jasper at the other end of the sofa watching me, smiling. I smiled back, to think my brother I had been searching for, for so long was right here in front of me.
"I am so bored!" I yelled exasperated from the floor.
I laughed at her, she was so ridiculous sometimes, how could she possibly be bored.
"Well think of something to do, midget," Emmett muttered at her, and Rosalie made a feminine sound of disapproval.
Knowing Carla she would think of something to do sooner or later, I would go along with it. Other wise I would never hear the end of it. Until then, I could talk a bit more to the vampire's surrounding me.
Carla Mansfield
I was unusual for a vampire, hell, I was as weird as they come, even as a human I had never quite fitted in. My head was always in the clouds, always dreaming of more than I had, of other places, different worlds, of action, adventure, romance. I loved my stories, books, movies, you name it, I was a real believer and after you found out Vampires existed who wouldn't be? I was not content with just sitting still, idling at the simple, methodical things in life, I was always searching for something more. Something more than the ordinary (for a Vampire) life that I led. I guess I had my imagination, without it I would have died from boredom long ago. My body could be planted, still as stone, unmoving, firmly planted in reality, while my mind, my imagination soared beyond the realms of reality, out into the soaring sky of possibilities.
I was a dreamer, that much was certain, but today for some reason, I just wasn't content with dreams. So much had happened in the last few days, my life as a wandering dreamer had been turned on its head and my whole world was still spinning, trying to right itself, to find its feet once again. I was not yet comfortable in my surroundings, how could I be? In a house I barely knew and with Vampires I knew so little about, I was uneasy. Its not that I didn't trust them, it was just that a person like me craved familiarity, a safe haven from which I could adventure out into the world of excitement.
And for some reason, here I could just not get comfortable. I shifted and shuffled, trying to get comfortable in my position on the floor. For the most part I ignored the people around me, there silent stares brought me no peace.
Finally I couldn't stand it any longer, it was all just so, UHHHHH! "I am so bored!" I cried to know one in particular, this unwarranted frustration just needed some release.
Truth be told it wasn't boredom that was bothering me, in fact I had no idea what was bothering me, all I knew was that something was, and it had better stop soon. But for all everyone else needed to know, boredom was reason enough. I heard Emmett make another snide remark from my left and Rosalie respond with a sound of distaste, but I just wasn't in the mood.
Any other day it would have brought a smile to my face and a witty retort to my lips, but today the dark cloud of depression that hung over me just wasn't letting the sun shine though. Uhhhhh! I felt like I was suffocating, I couldn't breathe, the walls were closing in on me, the room swam before my eyes. The air was just so stuffy, I had started to sweat and breath heavier. I saw Sam send an anxious look in my direction; she opened her mouth, some words of concern falling from her lips. But today, they did nothing to calm me, I hardly heard them though my haze of discomfort and depression.
I just needed to get out, to get away, to have some time to myself, time to think. At least to think in private, without the prying eyes of nosy mind readers. I shot a death stare in Edwards direction. Before anyone could stop me, let alone register what I was doing, I ran out the door in a flash of speed, a sudden gust of wind and then a bang as the door fell shut behind me. I didn't care what they thought or made of my actions. I was acting on spure of the moment thinking, I was unpredictable and out of control.
The instant I stepped outside my anxiety vanished. The cool air on my ice skin felt refreshing and cleansing. All the agitation and unease was washed from my system. I took a deep breath in, my eyes closed as I stood not two meters from the bottom porch step. It felt so nice. I would go back inside and apologize at once, I wonder what came over me, weird. I opened my eyes, beginning to turn and head back inside, it was then I realized what I had overlooked before. I wasn't alone. Not 20 meters from me, on the edge of the forest, just over the river, was a young girl.
No not girl, vampire, no girl. Vampire girl?? The sent that came off her was defiantly human yet her skin sparkled in the light and the auror of grace and beauty was no doubt that of a Vampire. It was then, as she moved her face to the side and a shaft of sunlight fell onto her features from a gap between the foliage I realized who it was. Reneseme. I relaxed instantly. Seriously I was getting into way to much drama recently. It was then that I noticed her strange manner.
It was almost as if she was talking to herself, snippets of the words floating to my sensitive ears on the wind. No not talking to herself, talking to someone else. It was then that 3 things happened simultaneously. I saw the shadow on the edge of the forest, much to large to be anything other than a man or a beast. The door flew open behind me, slamming hard against its frame, I didn't look back to see who it was that had come after me, but if I had, the answer would have surprised me.
The unknown presence behind me let out a distinctly male growl and said in a voice I recognized, "Don't move!" It was Edward and it wasn't a request, it was an order.
And in the same second his voice reached my ears, the wind changed and a smell so rotten and putrid, that it made me scrunch up my nose and pinch my eyes, flew in my direction from the figure in shadow. I felt Edwards hand fly out to grab me, slipping off my shirt as I flew toward Renesmee. That smell, it was the same smell, identical, one I had smelt before. My mind flashed back to the fight in the clearing, the one Sam and I had so nearly lost, the fight where Sam had almost died, the fight against the wolves.
I shivered as I crossed the river in one bound. I watched both the child and the shadow, which I now knew to be a wolf, stiffen at my approach. It was odd, now that I was up close I could see that the wolf, was a lot smaller than I remember them being. In fact he looked almost human. I landed gracefully, my toes lightly grazing the dirt floor before I landed in a neat stance, knees bent, directly between the wolf and Renesmee. Vampire or Human, she was not safe around those creatures, they were dangerous, perhaps more so to us than any other being on this earth.
The second I landed, my eyes fixed on the wolves shadow, it shifted and vanished, becoming one with the shadows of the forest. For a long time, no one moved, there wasn't a sound. Finally as the breeze blew clean, fresh air in my direction, all sent and trace of the wolfs smell vanished, I relaxed and turned to face Renesmee. I grabbed her by the top of her arms, raising her just off the ground, "What were you thinking?" I said, barely able to get the words out as I shook her slightly, hoping to knock some sense into her. I hugged her into my chest for a long moment. This girl who I hardly knew brought out strange protective, almost maternal feeling in me that I had never known before.
I wondered if it was like this for everyone. I pulled her away and put her softly back onto the ground, it was then that I got the first good look at her face. What I saw there made me do a double take, What? She didn't look startled at all, not in the least bit shaken or scared, infact the emotion that was clear on her face as if it had been spelled out of paper was not fear, but embarrassment? There was no doubt about it. She was embarrassed beyond comprehension, her whole face flaming red, her eyes avoiding mine, feet shifting in the dirt. I was frozen for a whole second, utter confusion muddling my thoughts. A second in a daze was all it took. After all to vampires, a second was like an eternity.
"Renesmee, What?" I began to say, but my words were swept away by the sudden wind, announcing the arrival of a Vampire.
I instantly jumped back as someone placed themselves between me and Renesmee. I looked up in shock, a growl ripping from my throat before I could stop it. It was Edward. I straightened up.
"What's wrong Edward?" For he looked more than a little flustered.
He just started at me, hard and cold. I was starting to smell something fishy, very fishy indeed. It was clear I had done something wrong, no not something wrong, just something I wasn't supposed to, I had seen something I shouldn't have.
These Vampires here, they weren't telling us something, staring deeper into Edwards eyes confirmed this. There was a certain tightness about them, a protectiveness, a shield, they were hiding something. Curiosity flared, hard and strong. I was the worst possible person they could have had in this situation, and as my eyes lit up with joy and a sly smile broke its way onto my face, Edward seemed to realize this. He grimaced.
"Renesmee," He said sharply, eyes still on me, "Go inside." Oh, no, I defiantly wasn't having any of that, if he thought I was going to let this slide, he was dead wrong.
Edward saw the determination form in my eyes as clearly as he would have read in my mind. But my actions he could never see coming, I was acting on instinct alone, making spure of the moment decisions that he could never have seen coming. Instead of going straight for Renesmee, under his arm and forward, like he expected, I ducked to the ground, sliding to his left in one quick flawless movement.
I pictured it in my mind, loud and clear, I didn't care if Edward read it, there was little he could do know. With one simple touch of my hands to his feet the image of searing, melted metal flying from my mind, though my fingers and straight onto Edwards feet. I had welded them to the ground. I knew it wouldn't hold for long, but a few seconds was all I needed. I flew past the currently stuck Edward, flashing like lighting next to Renesmee.
She looked at me strangely, a bit of caution and something else, admiration? In her strange eyes. I lent down close, putting my mouth to her ear, not that it would keep anyone from hearing.
"Hey Renesmee, want to get out of here?" I said, the excitement and laughter showing in my voice, no matter how quiet.
She looked at me in confusion, my head on the same level as hers was lit up in pure joy, a huge smile spread across my face, a mischievous glint in my eyes. I winked at her and her expression began to mimic mine. YESSS!
"Renesmee, Don't you dare!" Edwards voice was lethal, he didn't ruffle me in the slightest, and he knew it.
Renesmee looked from me to her father and back again, her grin getting larger and larger.
"Shall we run?" I asked her, holding out my hand.
"Yeah, lets run," She replied, jumping up into my arms, laughing like fairy bells.
That was all I needed, I scooped up Renesmee and left the struggling Edward and the Cullen house far behind us. Renesmee touched her hand to my cheek, showing me a picture of a little cottage not two far from here, a cottage from her memories. I nodded silently and changed course slightly, heading toward how destination. It took less than 5 minutes.
I didn't slow as the cottage came into view, I ran straight though the door, which opened easily at my touch, coming to a flying stop on the threshold. I put Renesmee down and turned quickly toward the door, pulling it shut and running my finger along the join, more molten metal filling the gaps, searing the door shut. I didn't have long, Angry Edward would be here any minute. Once I finished sealing the door, I collapsed onto the ground, me and Renesmee finally letting out the breath we had been holding.
We rolled around of the floor laughing, our laughter, hers the tinkling of tiny bells and mine the exasperated rustling of golden sunshine, almost silent as I giggled, rocked the little cottage.
Once we had got over our fit of giggles I turned to Renesmee and said, "You know for the daughter of someone like Edward, you aren't half bad." But I was smiling as I said it and she could see I was kidding, this brought on a new wave of giggles.
"Well lets not just lie here in the door way, I'll get some blankets, the main room is thought there," Renesmee said, rather shyly.
I smiled reassuringly at her and went thought the door she had indicated too as she left somewhere off to the right. The room I entered was cozy and sweet, with a few comfy arm chairs and a fire place. I decided to light it while I waited. I found the lighters and set to work building the fire. Kindling first, then the larger logs, by the time Renesmee returned it was a cozy blaze.
"Thanks," I muttered when she handed me the blanket.
Of course we didn't really need them, nothing could warm our ice cold skin, but it was part of the long worn charade we were so used to, besides it felt almost nice. For a second of two it was a bit awkward. Neither of us knew or were very comfortable with each other.
We had run away on a spare of the moment decision and now neither of us seemed to know what to say. But I was not one to sit though awkward silences, I was an ice breaker if ever there was one. My curiosity new no bounds and I couldn't hold it in much longer. A grin took hold of my features, I watched Renesmee blush, knowing what was coming.
"So, Spill," I didn't need to say anymore, she knew what I was talking about.
"I, ummm, I don't know what you are talking about." Renesmee attempt at putting innocence failed miserably, her voice even broke at the end.
I ruffled her hair.
"You know what I mean, no backing out now, what's the deal with the Wolves and how are you involved? Don't make me force you to talk." I was trying to hold back the laughter as I spoke, a smile broke the embarrassment on Renesmee's face.
"If, if, I told you I'd have to kill you," Her voice was timid but also on the brink of laughter.
I put a little attitude into my voice, "Honey, I am already dead." The rolls of laughter broke the awkward silence and from then on it was smooth sailing, we talked like we had known each other for century's.
The silence of the cabin was constantly filled by out conversation. I helped her though the embarrassing bits, if not making them even more embarrassing. She blushed more than I have ever seen anyone, bright red more than she was pale white. She told me about the werewolves, about there powers, their strength, their forms. Of their history with the vampires, of the treaty and how it was broken, of the one pack becoming two. And then she told me about Jacob. First about Jacob and Bella.
About all their love, all their heartbreak. Then finally, though much stuttering, mumbling and blushing, never once meeting my eyes, she told me about Jacob and Her. About how he had imprinted on her when she was still just a baby, love at first sight. How he had always been there for her, a guide, a bother, a friend and now, a lover. The love of her life. I teased her so much at this point that she ended up chasing me round the house with the fire stoker. I managed to calm her down after getting hit in the head twice, can't say I didn't deserve it. Her story was one of the most amazing I have ever heard. All our stories, all the vampires, we had such tales to tell. All full of so much heart ache, so much despair, loss and death.
Yes all us who were immortal had lost everything, even ourselves, even our own lives, and some say, our souls. But we kept on living, we defy nature, even though we were dead, we kept on living. Through everything hard and everything tough, though the hardships and the struggles and here we stand, having never given up. Some would say every day is a challenge for us, a challenge to face yet another day of eternal damnation. But you know what I say, I say every day is a gift.
Everyday we should thank our stars that we have had this amazing chance to continue our lives. And as I listen to Renesmee talk and laugh. A product of the love between a Vampire and a Human, I know we have not lost our souls, we are not monsters. We are people, people that have been given a second chance at life and what a life it is. I smiled to myself, laughing along with Renesmee as the coals in the fire place smoked, burning down to nothing but ash.
We made our way back from the cottage, regretfully having to make out exit though one of the windows, since the door remained sealed. I would deal with that later. I was in enough trouble as it is, what's one more problem to add to the list. I smiled. It couldn't be easy having a father like Edward, though I admired his protectiveness. Speak of the Devil. We had just walked though the door and who was there to greet me but the man himself, face not an inch from mine, seething with fury.
He didn't look the least bit happy, and knowing he could read my thoughts, I had practically just paid him a compliment. Sheesh, with some people you can just never win. He launched forward, I could visibly see he was using all his strength, but strangely enough he didn't move more than a few inches, which I easily dodged with a quick side step, missing the snap he sent at my face. It was then, without an angry Edward blocking my view that I saw the reason he wasn't launching himself at me and tearing me limb from limb, as I am very sure he would have liked to. Sam and Emmett had him pinned, one on each arm, using all their strength to keep him in place, not an easy task by the looks of it. Finally with one last look of death, he went slack, giving up, finally realizing perhaps that he wasn't getting his revenge, not today at least.
He shrugged out of their hold, brushing down his shirt. "I'm going hunting," was all he managed to get out, in a kind of strangled hiss, before he flew out the door.
"I had better go after him, sorry about this." It was Bella, looking worried and apologetic.
I smiled sheepishly at her and she laughed. She kissed Renesmee on the forehead and told her that the bath was run for her upstairs and without another word she flew out the door after Edward.
Emmett's booming laughter filled the room, "You my friend are one nasty piece of work, never a dull moment with you around." He laughed again and I scowled.
He retreated back to the coach where I assume he had been before the ruckus. I heard a separated sigh somewhere to my right. I grimaced, it was time to face my wrath, in some ways, so much worse than Edwards. I met Sam's death star dead on. It didn't scare me anymore. Ok it did, just a little. (shut up). Her look was always the same. She didn't say anything, no lecture or harsh words. Just this look that said all I needed to know. It was one of those: I can't believe you are at it again, well what do you have to say for yourself, looks. I smiled another sheepish smile, because after all what else could I do.
I never did have an explanation for my actions; I just did what I did. That was me, take it or leave it. Of course by now Sam more than expected it.
"You should apologize," Sam ordered me, authority in her voice.
Just the sound of it made me want to challenge her.
"I would, but you know I wouldn't mean it." This was always my reply, it was standard procedure.
"Because you're not sorry?" Sam questioned, though clearly she knew the answer.
I could slowly see her hard exterior melting.
"Not in the slightest." At this I gave a huge grin.
She sighed, letting me off the hook. Sam had tried time and time again to teach me some manners, or self discipline, or some common sense, or whatever it was that I lacked. By this point she had all but given up, with little grace. I bounded over to her now that my interrogation was over.
My eyes were lit up and my face animated, "Guess what? Guess What? You won't believe what Renesmee told me!" I loved being the one to tell her the big scoop and I know how much it pisses her off.
I watched her eyes flash. Her words hit me fast and blunt, cutting me off, "I know." That was all she said.
Then she turned and walked back to her position on the couch. But I could have sworn I saw the flash of a smile on her face as she turned away. No matter how much she tried to hide it under that hard exterior, I knew deep down she was a huge softie.
After all, I knew her better than anyone.
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