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Nessie
The only thing that's worse than having over-protective parents is having over-protective parents who think they might die in under a week. It's been three days since I got the news, and thus far all I have done is hang out with Mom and Dad. They won't even leave my side long enough for Jacob and I to have some alone time. Not that Jake has been around much. He's busy preparing for the battle.
He left for Forks the day Mom and Dad told me about everything. He and Sam are evidently strategizing and gathering the troops. I know that the real reason he is there though is to say goodbye to his dad. Even if Mom and Dad would have allowed me to go, I would have stayed just so that Jake can have his goodbyes without distractions.
I never knew that time could both speed up and slow down at the same time. That is until this week began. Everyday goes by impossibly fast, as if someone pushed fast-forward as a sick joke. And yet, when I'm stuck watching movies with Mom or playing the piano with Dad, time drags. I mean I love my parents, but it would be nice to have at least a few minutes to think. Usually by the end of the day I am too exhausted to think in bed. I've been sleeping more because it's the only way to escape this hell I'm living in.
"You look tired," Mom sighs as she plays with my hair. Her fingers run up and down my skull which undeniably relaxes me. It's something she has done since I was a baby. I've always loved it. Although I would never tell her that Jacob used to do it too, and it was better with his hot fingers.
"I am," I lie because I am ready for bed. Really, I just want to be alone. I want to sulk about the fact that I have barely seen Jake since New Years and I miss him.
"You can go to bed if you want," she responds with another small sigh. I know that she really isn't too upset. She and Dad enjoy their time together while I sleep. I'd rather not think about it, but sometimes it's unavoidable.
"Alright. I will see you tomorrow." I stand up and give her a kiss on her forehead before retreating down the stairs. Dad is standing with Emmett discussing their plans for the battle. I catch something about Mom leading because of her shield. Dad shoots it down immediately.
"Hey Ness," Emmett says when he realizes that I'm outside the door listening.
"Hey," I respond as I slip into view. "I'm just coming to say goodnight."
"Night Kid," Emmett says as I hug him tight.
Dad picks me up and nuzzles his cold nose into my neck. "I love you Renesmee," he says—his voice catching in his throat just the tiniest bit. I have to do all I can to not cry when I respond. I've never seen my family so scared. It really freaks me out.
As I saunter down into my room, I try to hear what Emmett and Dad are saying. They talk quiet and quick so that I cannot make out any of their words. I hate when they hide things from me.
I change into my pajamas in a daze. Time is going too fast. I only have a few more days with everyone before the end arrives. What if they don't survive? What if only some come home? What if Jake dies? This is the thought that kills me most. I've never really wanted to imagine a life without Jacob. Now I have to. I have to think about what I would do if Jake died.
Mom was a wreck when Dad left her. She couldn't even live a normal life. Could that happen to me? Am I that attached to Jacob? I know without a doubt that I don't want to be that girl. I don't ever want to rely so heavily on a guy that I can't survive without him. I don't care how great he is.
My eyes begin to droop as I worry. So I stop. I focus on New Years. I think about the way Jake's lips felt against mine. And I fall asleep to these thoughts.
Katerina and I are fighting again. I'm so used to these dreams now, that even when I'm sleeping I know it's a dream. I've gotten better. I'm stronger, more alert. Even so, Katerina always wins. I'm not sure why these dreams keep happening, but I don't care. One day I will beat her.
The dream begins to fade out as I hear some pounding on what sounds like glass. Katerina looks around confused, as if she hears it too. And then she disappears, and along with her so does the dream.
My eyes open with a start. I can still hear the banging. I glance around eagerly, preparing myself for a fight. And then I see it. It's Jacob. He stands in my window-well, his fist hitting the glass trying to wake me. He stops when I sit up and leap out of bed. I throw open the window and fly into his arms before he can even make it in.
He nuzzles his head into my hair and sighs my name. My stomach flutters. I've missed this so much. He carries me into my room and sets me on my bed, before returning to the window to close it. When he returns, I notice that his shorts are soaking wet.
Jake notices my observation and winks. "I came straight here from La Push," he says when I look worried. "I won't sit on your bed though. Don't want to get your sheets wet."
"Don't be silly," I say as I pull him down next to me. "I've missed you."
"I missed you too…a lot."
"How'd it go?"
"Plans are made. But if you don't mind, can we not talk about the battle? It's just that it's all I have been talking about and thinking about for days now. I just want to enjoy this time with you."
"I agree one hundred percent," I respond with a smile. Before the conversation can continue, I slide back up to the top of my bed and slip under the covers. Jacob responds exactly as I knew he would. He slides under the covers too. I rest my head on his bare chest and listen to his heart. I have never felt safer.
I don't know how long we lay like this, but eventually I begin to fall asleep. I am surprised when I feel Jake's hot lips on the top of my head. I figured he'd be sound asleep by now. He's probably been running for awhile.
"You're still up?" I mumble.
"Of course," he responds. "I don't want to sleep. I only get so much time with you. I don't want to miss a minute of it."
"You need to sleep, Jake."
"Sure, sure," he mumbles. This means that he will not. Sometimes my man is so stubborn.
"Fine," I state. "I won't sleep either then."
"Well what are we ever going to do with all this extra time not wasted on sleeping?" Jakes asks with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"I can think of a few things," I say seductively. Before he can react, I plant a wet kiss on his chest, right next to his left nipple. The small growl that rumbles through his chest catches me off guard. I slip my tongue across his nipple just to see if he will make the sound again. This time it is a little louder.
I'm about to do it again when his hands grip me around the waist and tug me upward. I am now laying on top his broad chest. Our heads are even. There is a small moment when we just breathe into each others faces and lose our minds in the moment. And then his hand pushes my head into his. Our lips meet and I float away.
I feel completely in control of this kiss. It must have something to do with the fact that I'm on top. I lead the kiss for the first time ever. I do as I want. Jake doesn't really seem to mind either.
A vision of the way it felt when he gave me a hickey captures my focus. I want badly to try it with Jake. Part of me knows that I will just end up drinking his blood. Is that so bad though?
Before I can change my mind, I slide my lips down his jaw-line. His arms tighten around my waist as I slide my body down just the tinniest bit. I begin to kiss and lick his neck. Jake's chest rises and falls faster. His heart beats just a little quicker. Finding a good spot, I open my mouth and bite down on his hot flesh.
Immediately I feel it giving way under my teeth. He groans loudly, but not out of pain. The blood seeps into my mouth. It tastes so good. It's not anything like human blood. It's better. It's like a really sweet dessert, too rich to eat in excess. I can already feel the wound healing, so I begin to suck the blood out. Jake moans again.
As I gulp down his blood, I feel my body growing stronger. It's as if Jake's blood sustains me better than any human blood ever could. I begin to feel full so I stop. Jake's breathing slows as I catch my breath too. We don't talk. I place my head on his chest again and listen to his perfect heart.
Jake traces patterns over my back. Between a full stomach, Jake's soothing touch, and the lullaby of his heart, I fall asleep with ease.