Love,
Hailee Christine (don't know why i felt like putting my middle name up)
I don't own twilight! That should be obvious because my name is Hailee Christine and not Stephenie Morgan =P ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
In the morning Jake and I woke up at the break of dawn. We bid our fairwells to everyone before getting on the plane. The ride seemed like nothing after our trip to Rio.
As we got off the plane I could see Grandpa already. He was beaming. I walked over to him and he embraced me. He, Jacob, and I caught up on human things as we walked to Grandpa Charlie's car.
"I haven't see you in forever!" he said in the car, looking at me through the rear view mirror. "Growing faster than a weed," he said and then turned a bit to talk to Jacob, who sat in the passenger seat. "So yer Dad's been telling me a little more about this craziness," he muttered, avoiding eye contact.
"Yeah?" Jacob egged.
"So, I know there's some kinda... war. You know I hate talkin' 'bout this stuff s let's cut to the chase. If you need a place for her to stay, I'm always free."
"Thanks, Charlie. But she is waaay safer with us. Trust me."
"If you say so," Grandpa said, looking at me through his rearview again. "You look so much like your mom," he said with a sigh.
I smiled. "So what else did Billy tell you?"
"I rather not talk about it," he said, cringing a little at my teeth. Huh.
"Okey doke."
"So we're gonna head up to the rez later. S'that okay?" Jake asked.
"No problem. You dad misses you like hell."
"Yeah. He's alone too much these days."
"So how's Bella and Edward?" Grandpa Charlie asked.
"Holdin' up. They're both stressed about the company up in Alaska."
"Alaska? Thought you were all living in Portland."
"Were. Due to recent events we've had to relocate to somewhere with more blo-," he stuttered when I had given him a death stare,"I mean somewhere with more of Carlisle's family. You remember Tanya from the wedding, right?"
"It would be very hard not to forget them," Grandpa said with a shudder.
Jacob laughed. "Well, we're living with them and and they have a lot of company over . I mean alot of company."
"Tanya and her family are some of the most hospitable people you'll ever meet. They love company. More the merior and all that jazz," I interjected.
"Sure, sure."
Grandpa pulled into the driveway.i jumped out of the backseat as quickly as I could. I loved this little house, nestled in my favorite little town. It was raining, as it always seemed to be here. I could feel my hair frizzing already, but I didn't care.
I dashed into the house and ran upstairs and down the miniscule hallway into my mom's old room. I always stayed here when I visited. It was my favorite room in the world. Some nights, when I was a child, and we sill lived in Forks, Mom and me would stay up here and she'd tell me stories. I peered out the window from the rocking chair in the corner.
I remembered one story very clearly. I was sitting on my mother's lap, appearing to be five, even though I was only two, as we sat in the same rocking chair I sat in now...
... FLASHBACK FROM RENEsMES POV her current age
"There was a point in time," Mom had said, clutching at her torso, as if it was reflexivly, "when your daddy wasn't here to protect me. Jacob and I became friends, best friends even. We had no secrets, except for one..."
"That Daddy was a vampire," I said in my young, high voice. I was deeply pleased with my own cleverness.
"Yes, love, that Daddy was a vampire," Mom said. "Well, one day Billy told your Grandpa that Jacob was sick. I waited for weeks to see him again, but I decided that Jacob couldn't be so sick that he wouldn't even call me back, so I marched right down to La Push and demanded to see him. That's whem Jacob told me we couldn't be friends. He had cut off his hair and appeared to be bigger, like he had grown years' worth. It scared me. I deemed it Sam and his cult's fault."
"I don't like Sam, Mommy," I interupted again.
"I never really liked him either, Ness," Mom said with a laugh. "He means well. So I left La Push in frustration. I couldn't make sense of anything. That night, I heard fingernails scraping at my window," Mom said pointing out the marks left on her window. "This was still when Victoria was hunting me, mind you. I was human, but I tried to be brave. I covered my mouth so Charlie woldn't hear and come check on me. There was a chance he could survive." I remember shuddering. "Then I hear a voice call from outside. But not the one I was expecting. 'Dammit Bella!' Jacob had said. He had come to explain what had happened. He had said that he had already told me the secret of what he had become. I thought long and hard about what he had told me... and that night I dreamt of werewolves. The End. Now go to sleep," she said, kissing my forehead.
... OVER
The bed time stories she told me were the best in the world. It made them even better that they were true. Mom never really had anyone to tell her stories to before me. Who would beleive her and everyone in our family would probably have already known.
I sighed out of laxidaisicalness. I sifted through my suitcase for something more appropriate for summer in Forks. I was still in the jeans and sweater that I was wearing since I left Alaska. I pulled out a thin wind breaker as well.
I ran down the stairs to find Jacob passed out on the couch. I was glad he'd gotten a chance to sleep. He hadn't found time to rest in a while. Now I also had a chance to go where I wanted alone.
I found my grandfather in the kitchen wisteling while washing the dishes.
"Grandpa?"
He jumped. "Oh," he said breathing heavily. He had his hand on his throat. "Nessie, I hadn't even heard you come down," he said. "Whatchya need, kid?"
"Nothing. I was just wondering if I could go for a walk."
"Go ahead. Not to far now."
"I won't go far," I lied. "I've got my dad's cell on me, if I need to be home or anything. Do you still have the number."
"Yup. See you later, Ness."
"Bye," I said just before letting the screen door slam behind me. I had to walk, obviously, because I can't drive, but it was a pretty long way to my old home.
"Might as well get going," I said to no one but the trees.