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Chapter6
(Renesmee)
School was absolutely tedious, as always. I didn't have many friends, and I was probably the only person in the whole world that was totally okay with that, grateful even. I loved that. I didn't worry about trying to impress people, didn't have to go to school and hide everything about my life to people that didn't really care about me anyways. I had everybody I needed. Between my family and the pack, I couldn't possibly imagine anybody that could make my life any more complete than it already is. That is besides, a boyfriend maybe. I never really ventured to that region of my adolescence yet, and I honestly found no reason too. I figure I will just know when I'm ready for the romance. Until then, I remain asexual.
I spent most of the day starring out the window, going over every aspect of my morning with Jacob. Trying to figure out why he rushed me out of the meadow so quickly.
Jacob cared about school less than I did, so I knew that the attendance excuse was a giant heap of shit.
The last bell finally rang, I gathered by stuff slowly, in no hurry to return home to the birthday festivities I am sure were just around the bend.
I slid through the masses of students in the hallway to my locker before heading out to the parking lot, not surprised to find the Volvo sitting in my usual parking space.
I drove around for a little while. Through the twists and turns of abandon side roads with old houses, falling to pieces, board by board. I blasted my music, letting the mood take me over for a little while before I had to go back home. I savored every moment I had truly to myself, I couldn't waste them.
I stopped when I came to my house. Well, not really my house, but the house I knew I would move too in a few hundred years or so, when everybody in Forks forgot our names.
The walls were pealing apart from every hinge that previously held them together. It was dotted with pealing white paint, the chips revealing the old, battered wood underneath it. The windows were all broken and boarded. But the Victorian architecture still fascinated me.
When you looked at it, you felt the color around you slowly fading to black and white. You had to let the old-fashioned mood swallow you whole in order for you to honestly appreciate the beauty that radiated from every nail. The house was still the only place I could picture myself living beside my tiny little cottage. Every time I stood in front of my house I pictured it refurbished.
Fresh new coats of paint, accented with blue shutters, showing the curtains open from the inside of the house, letting in the daylight, me and my family sitting on the porch with Jacob and the pack, reminiscing about old times. I always saw my future in this house. Hopefully Esme could help me renovate.
The house was so natural. Nothing but wood and nails, worn by nothing but good old Mother Nature.
I walked to the porch, cringing with every creak of the worn wood. I sat myself against the door, legs supporting my chin, and stared out at the long, untrimmed grass flowing in synchronization, as if pulled together by the moon. I decided that this, happy place, was second best to the meadow.
My body was perfectly still, one with the rotting wood sitting beneath me. My mind was flowing as steadily as the wind that blew my hair. My pulse slowed, and I couldn't imagine a moment in my life when I had felt so comfortably at ease with the nature that surrounded me. I decided to allow myself a few minutes of free thought before I had to go back to the festivities waiting for me.
I thought about my family, and how much they meant to me, what would happen to us once we would leave Forks, where we would go. I decided that I didn't care, that it didn't really matter. As long as in 100 years or so, I got to come back to my house in Forks.
I thought about Jake. I always thought a lot about Jake. I thought about how lucky I was to have somebody like him, how fortunate I was to be able to have so many constants in my life. So many people I could count on no matter what the circumstance. I thought about what Jake meant to me; how I don't think I would be able to live without him being my best friend no matter what. I thought about what would happen when we left Forks; would Jake come with us? Could I expect him to leave his home, his father? His pack? Jacob wasn't physically capable of leaving them, he couldn't possibly just pick up and leave because I have too. I wondered what I would do without my best friend there to make me laugh, when everybody else took me too seriously. I couldn't imagine my life without that ball of fur, and I didn't actually want to. I felt a hot tear run down my cheek with just the thought of having to leave Jacob. Could I risk my family and our secret to stay near my best friend? I didn't even want to think about it. I was suddenly remorseful that I hadn't gone straight to the house, straight to the people that loved me the most. How much would I eventually be willing to sacrifice?
I let my mind wander until my eye lids succumbed to vast relaxation.
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I woke in the middle of my bed, sweating in my sheets, wiping away the hair stuck to my forehead. It was dark inside my room, and I noticed my curtains were shut. I groaned, and got up to let in the dim light outside of my windows. Twilight.
I hated this groggy feeling more than anything. My whole body weighed a thousand pounds. My legs were wobbly, and my skin was sheeted with perspiration. My mouth felt disgusting; I could feel the extra coding of plaque on them as I ran my tongue over my dry lips. I was still exhausted. But I drug myself anyway to the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth.
"Nessssssssie! You're finally up Sleeping Beauty! Get your ass down here tute-sweet, birthday girl!" I jumped, dropping my toothbrush, when Alice's squeak interrupted the dull, silent roar of the bathroom fan. I groaned and picked up my tooth-brush before making my way to the head of the long hallway, leading to the living room. I walked the line, reluctantly.
I don't really know what I was expecting. Maybe a whole three ring circus, waiting to show me their customized show just for me, including their most daring routines. Perhaps a line up of my favorite bands, who just prior to my arrival, edited all the lyrics of their songs to fit my name in the middle of them. Possibly a team of world renown, culinary experts, waiting and ready to prepare all of my editable desires. Or David Blaine, levitating the couch, waiting for me to sit down for a private show. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Aunt Alice got the whole goddamn Magic Kingdom to come and set up shop in my front yard. But this time, I was pleasantly surprised.
I turned the corner with my eyes closed, opening them one at a time to find my favorite people in the world starring at me with brilliant, sparkling smiles. They were standing around the coffee table, behind one of the most beautifully simple birthday cakes I have ever seen. It was plainly blue, garnished tastefully with some edible flowers and white icing, with 6 candles plotted perfectly around its circumference.
I looked around the room bewildered, and it was the exact opposite of what I was expecting. It looked no different from me everyday recognizable living room that I loved so much. Everything was in its proper place, besides a few gift boxes sitting on top of the piano in the corner. But that was okay, because the room wasn't drowned in streamers and balloons, I saw no signs of a petting zoo, and I was absolutely positive there was no hot air balloon lift zones anywhere to be seen through the open windows. For once in my 7 years of existence, Alice threw me a sudle birthday party.
They broke out into the most gorgeous rendition of Happy Birthday I think I have ever heard in my life in response to the wide eyed grin that dominated my face. Their voices were constructed to complement one another. I could have listened to them sing in harmony for hours upon hours.
I was almost dizzied with the sound of the appellant sympthony being preformed for my personal viewing pleasure. Of course, Daddy, Emmet and Carlisle's voice made up the baritone, while Alice, Mommy, and Esme took over the soprano section. Rose and Jasper provided the flawless harmonization.
Jacob and Seth's grainy voices technically ruined the whole song. But, in my opinion, their howling wrapped up my Birthday song with that perfectly plump cherry on top.
I was overjoyed to see Rosalie and Emmet standing next to each other, smiling at me with more enthusiasm then anybody else in the room, if that was possible.
They had just taken a long trip to Russia, to renew their vows and have another honeymoon. I hadn't seen them in almost a month and a half. I didn't even know they were back until right now. They looked just as perfect as ever.
When my song ended, Rose was the first one with her arms wrapped around me. Her cool skin soothed my overheated, blushing body.
Her fingers laced in my hair, she kissed both of my cheeks before lifting me in the air and spinning me around in a tight embrace. I almost choked.
"Ahhh! I missed you so much Ness! Happy Birthday Baby!" She kissed my forehead before passing me off to Emmet, who was as always, rumbling with laughter at my embarrassment. He loved that we still had a person in the house that would always be able to blush.
Emmet squeezed me so tight; I honestly thought I could was going to shatter into a million pieces. He disheveled my hair and I giggled into his chest, before kneeing him in the stomach for him to let me go. He recoiled, as held his arm over the point of impact, looking at me mischievously. The room was full of muffled laughter and bets being made to who was about to win our brawl. Uncle Emmet creased his eyebrows playfully, and I gave him an accepting crooked smile. Game on?
Mom, Dad, Jacob, and Esme gasped in alarm while Emmet tackled me to the ground. We were both laughing as we tossed and turned around the floor knocking over a few shelves of books, trying to pin each other by the arms.
I heard Seth and Jasper laughing as I backhanded Emmet, leaving him senseless, and sat on his legs, restraining him to the ground for only a split second before he swooped me into his arms and threw me across his back. I didn't have time to struggle before he pinned me to the wall with both his index fingers pressed against my shoulders. Alice was handing Rose a ten dollar bill just as Emmet began to talk.
"Hell," he said, hugging me to his frozen arms again. "I really missed you kid." I kissed him on the cheek.
"I missed you too Uncle Emmet." I said before smacking the back of his head, letting a low drone of laughter roll around the room in waves. He released me and I ran to my beautiful Aunt Rose, and threw my arms around her again.
"You too, Rose. I missed you so much." She kissed the top of my head, and I could sense her smile. "How was Russia this time?"
I let go of her and sat down on the couch next to Esme, who wrapped both her arms around my shoulders. Everybody proceeded to take their usual positions.
Mommy and Daddy lounged on the end of the couch perpendicular to the one I was sitting on. Mom was sitting between Daddy's legs, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, she took one of his hands in hers, intertwining them into an unbreakable net. He whispered something in her ear that made her smile, and lean her head back for an upside-down kiss. I couldn't think of anything more comforting than to watch my parents just simply be together, I couldn't imagine two people more perfect for each other.
But, that was hard to say. Considering i was surrounded by perfectly matched couples daily.
Carlisle took a seat next to Esme, and she released only one of her arms from around me to take his hand in hers, squeezing it gently, reminding him they would be alone soon enough. I looked away, and giggled to myself. It was hard to imagine my Grandparents as young and as passionately in love as all of the other hypothetically "younger" couples in the house. They were bound to be the parents, the authority figures.
Rose and Emmet sat on the other side of the couch where Mom and Dad were settled. Rose laying her long legs over the couch, while Emmett's chest propped her up into a half sitting position. He had his arm over her shoulder, playing with a lock of her hair. They looked so ideal together; any aspiring artist would have paid money to paint their portrait.
Jasper and Alice took their normal spot on the floor, leaned up against the couch. Alice was curled into Japers lap in a little ball of gusto. I could sense when he sent her a wave of what must have been relaxation, because at that moment she calmed in his arms and cuddled her head into his neck. He smiled as he drew some sort of significant figure on her thigh. Alice glanced back up at him, giddy as always, pecked his nose, and waited for somebody to restart the conversation.
Jake and Seth plopped down simultaneously next to me on the couch. Their heat immediately made up for the frozen arm of ice wrapped around me. I was reassured when Jake looked at me with a wide, satisfied grin. Thankfully, it seemed like whatever was up with Jake this morning was over now. I gave him an equally enthusiastic smile in return, his auburn eyes were blazing.
Right then, Seth nudged Jacobs arm with his elbow, obviously a little harder than intended, because Jacob let out a warning growl. I looked away to find that the whole room was starring at us, all with a separate type of smirk on their face. Me and Jake looked at each other, confused, and then back at everybody else.
"What?" we asked at the same time. Muffled laughter was their only response. I decided to brush it off, directing my attention back to where it was before I was distracted by Jacob and his pearls. I looked at the sneer pulling Rose's lips and flushed.
"So, how was Russia?" I asked, more persistent now. Wanting to change the subject to something else, even though I had no clue what subject was making every set of lips in the room besides mine purse to one assigned corner.
"It was great. Emmet and I met a lot of," she looked at him before continuing on. "Interesting people." There was a long pause while Rosalie looked at Dad, waiting for a reaction to whatever was going on inside her head. I hated when he found out things before everybody else. It simply wasn't fair.
"That's not possible," Dad interjected, looking at Rose with wide eyes. I was lost, again.
"I suppose, anything's possible." Rose said "Because we talked to one, face to face." If Dads jaw would have dropped and lower, any faster than it did, it probably would have snapped off.
"Uhmm, anybody care to fill us in?" Seth asked.
Rose sighed and began her story. "Well, Emmet and I decided we needed to go for a nice, challenging hunt. We ran to some deserted woods off the north border of Sweden, when we got, distracted." She glanced at Emmet and snickered. He gave the room a smug, no tooth grin.
"AH! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY!"
I flinched when Dads voice filled the room. I shot my eyes to his, witch were covered by his hands, fingertips digging into his forehead. Rosalie and Emmet were laughing hysterically before the rest of the room realized what was going on. Dad was screaming for them to stop. Their laughter was so infectious; I couldn't help but join them, along with everybody else.
"I hate this thing sometimes." Dad groaned, still covering his eyes, not that it would help. Emmet laughed harder when Dad got up from the couch and ran to the backyard, trying to flee from their obviously risqué thoughts.
"Check this out Edward!" Emmet chuckled.
With that, Dad peaked around the corner, his eyebrows raised to Aunt Rose, who was trying to hide underneath Emmett's arm. She apparently knew what Emmet was showing him. In a split second, Dad was practically on the floor, unable to control his mirth. He eventually grew silent, but then looked at my Aunt Rose, under Emmett's arm, self-conscious of whatever was going on. This caused his laughter to grow by the double. He walked back over to his previous spot on the couch when he was under control, and settled himself next to Mom this time, pulling her closer, into his lap.
"Gee Rose, aren't you the seductive little vixen."
"Shut up!" She chimed.
She buried herself a little bit more into Emmett's arm.
I think this was the first time I have ever seen Rose embarrassed by anything.
Emmet leaned in for a small forgiving peck, but was slapped across the face in response. Seth and Jacob were shaking the couch with their amusement, while Alice and Jasper lit the room with their smiles. Carlisle and Esme were barley in the room; they were lost in each others eyes, obviously trying to avoid a potentially awkward situation.
I looked over to Dad. He was whispering something in Mom's ear. Her wide eyes directed toward Rosalie. When he pulled away she hid herself in his chest, trying to hide her laughter from Rose, who was now sitting on the floor, legs and arms crossed, waiting for the mocking to end. She glowered at my parents.
"If your done being immature, I would like to finish my story asshole." She hissed. Mom was still buried in Dad's chest.
"By all means," Dad chuckled, struggling to compose himself. Mom finally looked up at Rosalie, appearing calm, but then was attacked by another fit of giggles. She waited for her to calm down before rolling her eyes and continueing.
"Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted, Emmet and I were in the woods. We were getting ready to walk home when we were attacked." She paused.
"One second I was walking hand in hand with my husband, the next, I was being thrown to the ground, a straight-up, purebred, werewolf trying to sink its teeth in my neck." Emmet flinched before adding to the story, ignoring the shock on our faces.
"It just tackled her to the ground and started snapping. I didn't have time to think, I just snapped its neck. I didn't even know what it was until it didn't die. It darted right back up and came at me, trying to tear my arms right from their sockets."
He walked across the room and sat by Rose, putting his arm around her waist. She elbowed him away before taking his hand with both of hers. She played with his fingers as she spoke.
"We must have fought with that thing for hours, neither of us were giving up. It just wouldn't die. We tried to physically tear him in half, and it just didn't-."
Emmet interrupted her, earning him another blow to the ribs.
"We fought with him until the sun came up, and then, right as we were about to give up, he turned into this fragile little teenage girl!"
Rose took the stage, out of spite. I giggled to myself; I loved watching them fight without actually fighting.
"We were absolutely shocked. She wouldn't stop apologizing; she didn't know what she was doing. She practically bombarded us with questions. Asking us why we were as durable as she was."
Emmet started again.
"We of course told her the truth. The blood just drained from her face and she started running, sprinting, the second we said 'vampire'. She ran at human speed when she was in human form, so we let her run; we didn't understand what she was exactly running from. We followed her until she gave up. She turned around and just broke out into tears, begging us to do it quickly? When we just stood there, after like 5 minutes of silence she asked if it was over. We had no idea what she was talking about and almost just left."
Rose began again. Our jaws were all to the floor.
"Eventually, she explained everything." She paused, giving us time to take it all in.
"Long story short, she was a newborn, pure werewolf. She explained that she was from a pack living on an Island, just north of Finland. Her and her pack has been running from the Volturi, who has been trying to put them into extinction for centuries. That's why she was so frightened of us; she thought we were coming to kill her."
She looked at Emmet, waiting for him.
"They have been running for years, as Nomads, living all over the world trying to escape their hunters."
After a few moments of silence, at least twenty questions from everybody were shot off at once.
"How many are in the pack?!"
"Where did they live before Finland?!"
"What was she doing alone in Sweden?!"
"I thought they were all extinct?"
"How many have they changed?!"
"Does any body else know about them?"
"Can we meet them?"
I was just as surprised as they were. Pure werewolves were very rare, we were all under the impression they were fully extinct by now.
Jacob and his pack were only half-breed werewolves. The full breed trait was lost slowly generation after generation. Witch meant that Jacob didn't change with the full of the moon, only the complex intensity of his emotions. Jacob couldn't change people with just a bite, and it would always take a lot less than a silver bullet to make him go away.
But at the same time, I couldn't imagine anything being "wolfier" than Jacob when he was in his natural form, but I was ecstatic to find out.
One after another, questions were being fired at Emmet and Rosalie. Who sat there amused, shrugging their shoulders at almost every query.
Rose stopped the madness.
"We don't know the details; she couldn't talk for very long, she had to get back. But, she told us where her pack was living, however. She said we could pay them a visit, since we were all like, indestructible, it would be no harm done for us to go up their and do a little exploring. And she was just as amazed by our life style as we were with hers. She didn't even know that other covens existed outside of the Volturi. She said her pack would love to get to meet 'vegetarian' vampires."
Carlisle's eyes were huge. "That would be fascinating! I can't even believe they slipped under the Volturi's' radar. I would love to meet their leaders. When can we go?"
Emmet shrugged. "Whenever we want I guess, it was an open invitation."
Alice clapped, jumping in Jasper's lap, who sent a wave of excitement through everybody in the room. They all cheered. Everybody besides me. I was suddenly feeling very impassive, indignant. I didn't want to go to Finland. I was confused, because I really did want to go to Finland? I then realized Jasper starring at me, trying to alter my moods about the trip.
"Jasper!? What are you doing that for?" I questioned, my voice raised a little more than I intended it to be. I knew exactly what he was trying to do. I wouldn't be left out of this trip, hell no. I should have known they would try and do this.
"Renesmee," my Mom said softly.
"What." I snapped, not returning her gaze.
Dad's eyes pulled mine inevitably in response to my tone, warning me to keep it in check when talking to Mom. She looked up at Dad before talking, he nodded, and she continued.
"Sweetheart, it wouldn't be safe for you to go, there is no telling if you could be bitten, or what would happen if you were."
"Mom! Are you kidding me?! I'm not a porcelain doll! I can't get hurt! You can't let me miss this, you just can't. It's not fair. Seriously, you're just over thinking it. You can't expect me to stay here all by myself while the rest of you go to Finland!"
"I don't have a choice baby. I won't risk it. Besides, if we happen to run into the Volturi while we are there, god knows what they would want with you now that you're almost grown. We won't risk it." She said apologetically.
It was extremely difficult to stay angry when Jaspers' waves of tranquility where drowning my true feelings on what was being taken away from me, because I was half human. I always got the short end of the stick. The rest of the room was silent while I sustained the argument.
"Okay, Mom just hear me out," I plead, crossing the room to sit on the floor in front of her and Dad. "I can take percussions, I will be careful, I swear! I have to see this! Please!" I looked at Dad, "Dad? Please, I will be careful. We don't even know what will happen. The Volturi had their chance, they won't touch me. It could be okay." They both closed their eyes at they shook their heads at me. I got up to sit next to Carlisle.
"Carlisle, please, tell them how rare this is. Tell them why I can't miss it." I grabbed his free hand. He looked at me, and kissed my forehead.
"I'm sorry Renesmee; it could be very potentially dangerous. It's your parent's decision." I groaned, pleading, as I looked back at them.
"We have no way of knowing what will happen Ness. And it's simply not worth it to explore the possibilities of a negative outcome. I'm sorry. You'll have to stay here." Dad said with confidence. There were no more questions, no point to try and persuade. When he used that tone, the decision was made.
"Ugh! Well what am I supposed to do while everybody is backpacking through Europe?! Who am I gonna stay with?" I directed toward my parents, while forcefully plunking back in my previous spot on the couch, letting my head fall on Esmes shoulder.
"Well," Mom began. "I have no problem with staying behind if you-" she didn't get to finish her sentence before Alice shot her head up.
"She could stay with Jacob!" She exclaimed with enthusiasm. My parents' faces automatically shrunk. A small, uninhibited growl escaped my Moms clenched teeth. I was shocked when I saw my Dad, of all people, reassuringly squeezed her hand. This was new.
I thought I was dreaming when I heard him say, "Alice, that's a fantastic idea." He looked towards Jake. Whose eyebrows were furrowed with skepticism.
"That is, if Jacob doesn't mind the imposition."
"No, no. It's no problem. Billy would love that. If Nessie don't mind, that is." He stammered.
Then, the whole room was looking at me. I was happy to be able to spend some quality, alone time with Jake, without my Dad checking out our every thought, but I was still pissed that they were all being so protective. I hated being left behind more than anything. I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever, I don't care. Just don't forget to seal up my bubble before you go."
Everybody laughed at my tenacity and wished me a "Happy Birthday" before retreating to the dining room to plan for their upcoming trip to Finland to meet the wolves. A trip that everybody was leaving for, that is, besides me and Jacob.
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