ALEC POV
My car pulls up in front of the Cullen's mansion. I haven't heard a word from Renesmee since Friday, which was two days ago, and I'm worried. She ran off into the forest after seeing the red that had begun to infest the brown of her eyes. Deep down, I know what this means. But I have blocked it out. I refuse to believe it. I have to check.
Usually when I arrive, Renesmee appears outside my car door within moments, throwing herself at me. She presses me against my car and kisses me for the longest time before leading me inside. Today I am greeted by an eerie silence that terrifies me more than my girlfriend's family of eight vampires ever has.
I walk up the path to the front door and knock. No one answers. I hesitantly jiggle the doorknob and find it open. I guess the only thing vampires really have to be worried about entering their home uninvited are other mythical creatures, which I assume can't be much delayed by something as trivial as a locked door.
The door opens soundlessly. I walk in, looking around. My stomach drops. The furniture is covered in white sheets. Smaller things, like photographs and trinkets and DVDs, that had covered the walls and shelves are gone. There isn't a noise throughout the place. I walk up the stairs and into Renesmee's room. Other than the furniture, everything is gone. The fish tank, the books, her school supplies, her clothes, the pictures of us.
It smells like her in here. Strawberries and vanilla. It's intoxicating. I'm addicted the the scent and I've gone days without it, longer than I have in quite a while.
I walk throughout the house, every single room, checking for any sign the Cullens might be returning soon. All I find are furniture covered in sheets. Outside, the pool has been drained of water and the flowers are drooping after days without water in the unbearable heat.
My breathing becomes shallow as I fully register what is going on. In a blurry trance, I walk lifelessly upstairs and back into Renesmee's room. Her bed isn't covered by sheets because it is too large. I lay down in it, holding the pillows close to me. They smell just like her. My heart crumbles into a heap of dust as I cry into the pillow, trying to pretend I am holding her.
Renesmee has left. She is gone. The red in her eyes.. It's a sign that she has begun the transformation into a vampire. Which means for a long time, she's going to be blood-thirsty and unstable and unable to be anywhere near me, a weak human. I'm never going to see her again. All I have is my memories and pictures.
Pictures. Oh, no. I remember months ago, the night Nes and I broke up, she told me she would never leave a trace of her with me. I haven't left the house all weekend, sitting by the phone in my room all day waiting for her to call and unable to sleep at night because nightmares plague me. This is my first time out of the house, which means I have left my belongings vulnerable.
I rush out of the house and into my car, speeding back to my house. I take the stairs two at a time and hurry into my room. What I find is empty picture frames hanging on my wall. I fling open the top drawer of my dresser where Renesmee kept some spare pajamas to change into whenever we would go out with friends and then come back to my house. The drawer is empty, but her scent wafts up to me from it. I open up my laptop and find many of the pictures of us deleted and same goes for my camera. Her lipgloss, which tastes like pomegranate, that she wears all the time until she forgot it at my house a couple weeks ago and I sort of stole it because just looking at it reminds me of her, is now gone from my bathroom drawer. I didn't even know she knew about that.
I inhale the air in the room. A powerful scent overcomes me, definitely one of a vampire, but not of Renesmee. It's more cherry-like, leading me to believe one of her sisters did the deed for her.
I sit on the edge of my bed, head in my hands, shoulders hunched, and dying on the inside. The doorbell rings and I don't even bother to see who it is. I can't move the pain is so horrendous. The main question that haunts me is what's next? What do I do now? What is life after Renesmee Cullen?
"Alec?" Mom calls up to me in a choked voice. I rush downstairs and find her with puffy red eyes and tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Mom!" I gasp, temporarily forgetting the pain in my chest as I run to her. She collapses in my arms and I practically carry her over to the couch. She sobs into my chest, her nails digging into the skin of my arms.
"Calm down, mamma. Tell me what's wrong." I run my hands over her long dark hair. She stares up at me with bleary eyes.
"Y-your f-f-father.." She chokes out, a new round of tears overcoming her. I freeze up. Dad.. Oh, God.. No.. Not now. Please, not now..
"He.. Is he.." I gulp. She nods he head, wailing. Tears begin to fall down my cheeks. I bite my lip and hold her tightly.
Fuck. My. Life.
RENESMEE POV
I sit on the floor of the bathroom, trembling violently. It's been a week since I left Alec that day in the park. Only a week. It feels like an eternity has already drug by. We've left the continent, just like I knew we would, to our house in Ireland that is more like a stone castle overlooking endless green land.
I miss him more than I even thought I would. I am longing for him desperately. More than once my family has had to hold me back as I try to go to him. They have to remind me of the danger I now present.
The red in my eyes is closing in, about to engulf the brown entirely. That is the only sign of the change so far. The red hasn't brought with it any advancement in eyesight or anything. It's just there.
But something much worse that is also just "there" is the defined bump on my stomach that I am only just noticing now. I vomit in the toilet once again, partially from sickness and partially from fear and confusion.
One in a billion. That's what my relationship with Alec was like. And now a one in a billion chance has occureed. I'm pregnant with Alec's child.
The locked door to the bathroom slams open with a horrified pixie standing there. "What the hell is going on?" She demands. I wonder what she has seen. I'm just now embracing that I'm pregnant, but I haven't made much of a choice about anything. What does she know?
"Family meeting." I say quietly. She nods and begins gathering everyone. We all take a seat in the living room. I hope that one good thing will come from the jumbled mess of my thoughts: Dad won't be able to understand much.
"What's wrong, Renesmee?" Mom asks with concern.
"I.. Well I.. I mean, I'm not positive.. But it seems to me.. I might.. Be.. Pregnant." I gulp, wheezing in every breath, my heart pounding fast.
There is a long silence. No one moves a muscle. Emmett is the first to break it. "Ooohh, fuck." He breathes.
"YOU'RE WHAT?" Dad roars, slamming his fist down on the coffee table and causing the glass to shatter and the wood to break.
"Impossible!" Carlisle gasps.
"No.." Mom whispers, face somehow paler.
"How DARE he invade MY daughter!" Dad slams his fist into the wall, causing a massive hole and the entire house to tremble.
"Stop it, Dad! Stop!" I beg.
"Stop? Stop! You're pregnant Renesmee! And on top of that you're beginning the change into a vampire! Do you realize how much pressure that puts on your body? Every little system is working quadruple time! It's life-threatening! Not to mention the fact that you had sex with him! You're only seven years old!"
"I am not seven years old! I'm sixteen!" I correct lividly.
"Not to me you aren't. And sixteen isn't much better." Dad glowers at me.
"What symptoms have you had?" Carlisle asks.
"H-headaches, exhaustion, morning sickness, I missed my period last week, and.." I stand on wobbly legs and lift my shirt to expose the bulge of my belly.
"I'm going to need you to list the dates of every time you had intercourse." Carlisle says professionally.
I take a shaky breath in. "March 31st, April 14th, and May 24th."
He mulls it over for a moment. "I'm going to assume conception took place in May. You're pregnancy is developing faster than human, probably at the same rate as your mother's."
"Carlisle, how soon can you get the thing out of her?" Dad demands.
"The thing? Out of me? No. No way. Not happening. I won't let you." I cover my stomach with my arms in a protective manner.
"You don't have a choice. It's either it or you, and I'm not going to let my daughter die because of a little mutant fetus."
"How about you don't forget that your daughter was one of those little mutant fetuses? And what are you even talking about? There has been nothing to suggest this pregnancy is life-threatening. Mom survived and I'm much more durable than her." I argue.
"She wasn't going through a species shift at the time. It's better if we do it now before you become too attached." Dad argues back.
"I already am attached. This is Alec's child, all that I have left of him. It's mine and you can't take it from me." I resort to elementary retorts.
"Will somebody please reason with her?" Dad says in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air.
"Edward, I'm afraid she is right. Nothing supports that the fetus is threatening her life in any way. And I'm sure if it was, the vampire genes would kill it off before we even realize it. Human genes are all about reproduction, it's the whole purpose of life for every species. Considering vampires can't reproduce, vampire genes are much more about self-preservation. Calm down, son." Carlisle lays a consoling hand on his shoulder.
"Please stop it, Dad. Please. I'm scared and confused and I can't deal with you acting like this." I tell him, biting my lip. He stares at me and then sighs. I rush over to him, hugging him tightly and crying hysterically.
ALEC POV
Volterra, Italy. Home of my mother's family. Place where I will be finishing off the summer.
It's been a week since news was delivered of my father's death and Renesmee left me. The funeral was just two days ago, and my mother has sent me off to Italy cause she thinks the beautiful land will somehow cure my depression. I love my mother to death, but sometimes I really have to struggle to see the logic behind her thinking.
My aunt is speaking to me in swift Italian. I nod and give short answers, hauling my luggage upstairs and into the guest bedroom. She leaves me to unpack, probably going to make dinner or something. Italian food is the best.
I lay down on the small, creaky bed, burying my head in the dingy pillow. Images flash through my head like bolts of lightening. Renesmee, Dad, Renesmee, Dad. Memories and pictures. Razor blades cut into my chest. I sob tearlessly, clawing at the sheets.
Why did my dad have to join the army? Why couldn't he stay at home, with us, where he belongs? Why couldn't Renesmee be a normal human girl that never had to leave? Why did I have to fall in love with her?
A/N: So.. she's pregnant. And Alec is unknowingly bunking in the same town as the Volturi.
Sorry if you think the pregnancy is really cliche or something. I've been planning it the whole story. I hadn't even realized how alike this story is to Twilight until it was pointed out.
Oh well. If you like it, keep reading. If you don't, no one is forcing you to be here.