Chapter Three
The sleek silver Volvo sped through the rainy darkness in a blur. Inside the expensive metal vehicle, was a statue-still, pale, copper haired vampire and a sleeping, seemingly human, teenage male. Edward hadn't blinked once since he had got in the car. He was too encased in Merlin's dreams. They were something of dreams, but something was laced within them, deeming every single one of them true. All that magic, horror, excitement, and most of all, they were supposed to happen. Not even Edward could halt that. But something was wrong, a memory was out of place. A flash of light? The growls were easily recognised as vampiric. A woman, not vampire. Brunette, blue eyes, a voice that muttered words of life, friends, and the one thing that he could not shake out of his head, newborn's first feed.
Fiercely, his white knuckles clenched tighter onto the leather steering wheel. Who could be so malicious as to let newborns loose upon two boys, two teenage boys? The vile behaviour, if reported, would send the whole of the Volturi into a rampage. If Carlisle knew, he would be outraged, well, as outraged as he could get. And that was extremely. The venom that ran through his veins assured the ferocity would be a million and one times worse than a human's. Swerving his car into the lane that lead directly to the Cullen's, he noticed Charlie's cruiser was already disappearing down the motorway. That was one thing they didn't have to worry about, it was just the other hundred and fifty tasks.
As the car ground to a halt, the rest of the Cullens appeared on the porch. Carlisle's car followed closely, he too parked up. As soon as vampiricly possible, Emmett flung one of the car doors open and hooked the still silent Merlin over in a fireman's lift in an oddly graceful manner. Jasper did so with Arthur, holding his unnecessary breath. They disappeared into the building with supernova speed. Edward met the gaze of Jacob, who's arms were crossed, his mind full of disgust. "I understand, Jake, but this is vampire business and we can't just let it get out of hand."
The man cross wolf let out a huff and stormed off. Lightly brushing past Jacob was a slender, short haired vampire, dancing towards her adopted brother. "Thank you!" She hugged him tightly, let go and laughed. "Silly psychic! You know I love this kind of thing!" She playfully punched the confused male's arm, spun around, started skipping off, humming a random yet melodic tune. Carlisle patted his son on the back and told him he could go back to the cottage to be with Bella, maybe explain to her what was going on.
Nodding, Edward started running into the forest, his feet barely touching the floor. The wind messing up his hair, hitting his diamond hard, ice cold face. If only he could feel it with the meagre human senses, with soft, warm skin. Fragile as it would be, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to not be hit by the smells of different people, werewolves' terrible and human's so tempting. Carlisle had always said what or who's blood a newborn has defines who they would become. Maybe a vegetarian was supposed to have the longing of humanity. Jumping over the river and carrying on with his thoughts, he wondered what life would be like if he, Bella and Renesmee could turn human, pack up and live together with proper human lives. Then again, they all had each other, and more, they had a family that'd protect and live with them for eternity.
Reaching the authentic mahogany door, he gently pushed it open, to the quaint living area, his beloved wife was hugging something lovingly. Renesmee looked over to her father with a smile spread across her face. Her beautiful copper coloured ringlets fell over her mystical brown eyes. Edward's wife, Bella, smiled over to him too. Joining them on the sofa, he snuggled up close and brushed the little girl's hair out of her eyes. "I don't think you should take Nessie up to the house tomorrow. We have guests we need to make sure are well adjusted before we, you know, tell them anything." He placed his chin on Bella's head. "I thought we put Nessie to bed?"
The reasonably newborn vampire let out a laugh that, if a physical thing, sparkled, even in the dark corners of the globe. "We did, but she woke herself up speaking a patch of Latin we didn't even think she knew. Isn't that right Renesmee?" She looked at the smiling, angelic child, whom was everything she wanted and more. She pressed her lips on the little girl's cheek. Warm, as always. Then again, with the coldness of Bella's new self, she could never tell what was the wrong temperature, all she knew was she loved her daughter dearly and would defeat covens of vampires to keep her safe.
They sat there, staring at their now sleeping daughter, until sunrise. They were statuesque as the sun hit them and shattered off them in particles. If beauty was in the eye of the beholder, then may everyone have the same theory of it. For they were gods amongst men. Venus could not compare to them. But, those who knew what they really were would call them demons that allure their prey, once humans, fooled by the same charade. Things of nightmares. God's castaways. But the only true name would be The Cold Ones. The beings of Quileute legends.
The half vampire half human woke up to see two of her favourite people watching her. Giving off a huge yawn and a light giggle, Renesmee tapped her father on the face. He smiled, got up and walked off. Soon retuning with a metal bottle. The little girl's smile widened as the sweet scent of blood filled her nostrils. Taking the bottle from her father, she drank enthusiastically as she listened to what her parents had to say to her. "We're not going to be able to take you up to the house for a while, they have guests that are special, like you, but need to be treated carefully." Every single word that was said by Bella entered the little girls head, was scanned, processed and understood.
But there was on question she asked when she tapped her mother's face, what the new vampire saw was the family; Rosalie, Carlisle, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Esme and one more face, Jacob. The nineteen year old vampire assured her daughter that the rest of the family would come over to see her. Who could keep away from a little, gifted, beauty such as Renesmee? One of a very few of her kind. Brains and beauty within the body of a now, apparently, three year old. Her actual age was about two months, as odd as it seemed.
The first thing they did was get changed into some Alice worthy clothes, then made their way out into the sun. A huge russet wolf was waiting for them, laying under a tree, where he must've stayed all night. Standing up, his gaze never dropped from little Nessie. The four of them started to make their way to the Jeep Emmett had lent them, and had dropped off in the middle of the forest. Edward took to the steering wheel, as Bella sat in the passenger seat hugging Renesmee. Speeding off, they were followed by Jake, whom was running beside the off-roader.
Stopping at the boundary line, Bella put a thick coat on Nessie, and placed her on Jacob's back, which the little girl held on tightly to. The mother leant over to kiss her hybrid child, and waited for the wolf to be out of sight before she slammed the car door shut, forgetting her strength, and making the vehicle shake ferociously before Edward sped back to his family's house. The road was clear, yet there was a curtain of rain that would block the vision of humans, but vampires had better sight than them, so they wouldn't have any problems with it.