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Chapter Two
*Renesmee's POV*
"So, Dylan's tonight? Right?" Masen double checked with me as we all got out of our cars in front of our town houses.
"Yeah. Of course," I said, locking up my car.
"This is gonna be fun. Time for us to start partying," Grace teased as she swung her hand back and forth with Masen's intertwined one.
"Exactly!" I agreed excitedly. "See ya then!"
I then immediately went to find Jacob. It didn't take me long considering I knew already where he probably was. He was in the garage fixing up his old bike. Grease was smeared across his cheek and his white t-shirt. I grinned as he wiped the sweat from his brow and looked carefully at whatever part of the bike he was analyzing. I loved it when he made the little face he was doing right now. It was his concentration face. He was so focused on his bike, I don't think he realized I was anywhere near him.
"Hey," I greeted, walking over. That got his attention as he turned around to look at me. His face changed from concentration to one with a big smile.
"Hey, babe," He said as I kissed him on the cheek.
"Working on the bike?" I curiously asked, taking a seat behind him.
"Yeah. It's just having a little trouble starting up. I think I might have to get blondie's help on this one. Hate to admit it, but she sure knows her motorized vehicles," Jacob muttered, fiddling with something on the bike.
"Yeah, Aunt Rose is one of the best around," I said, wrapping my arms around his torso. I leaned against his shoulder while he took a deep breath.
"True...Guess I have to," He said, shrugging. "But that can wait, how was your day?"
"Good. And how was yours? On that bike all day?" I asked, followed by a giggle. He smiled and nodded while he wiped his hands to get all the grease off.
"Yeah...I don't know. I'm also trying to figure out a few things," He explained me, now taking my hand and rubbing it in his.
"Like what?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged, "Just...What the plan is after you graduate."
"Oh," I said, my mouth forming a little 'o' shape. "I have to think about that too."
"I know you applied to colleges, the thing is are you going to go to one of those colleges or repeat the cycle again?"
I bit my lip. It was late April. This was something I had all year to think about, but I just seemed to ignore it. Put it off. That went for a lot of us. Even Masen. I don't think he applied to any colleges. I think he's just waiting for what Grace wants to do.
"Yes...And I'm thinking about it still. I mean I only applied to three colleges and I got into all of them..."
"So, you are thinking about college?" Jacob asked.
I nodded stiffly, "Yeah...Either UCLA, Dartmouth, or Penn State. I don't know yet. I have a month to decide still. I mean, even if I don't pick one I have a whole forever to go to college."
"True, but it depends on what you do in that forever. I mean, who knows what'll happen," Jacob pointed out to me. I nodded as I then slipped down next to him on the bench.
"What do you want to do?" I asked him curiously. "I really want to know."
He shrugged, "Open an auto shop. Work with cars. I mean, I was thinking if you went to college I'd join you. Maybe we'd get an apartment, you go to your classes while I worked at a shop. That's all I want to do is mechanics. It's what I'm best at. Maybe even go to college for engineering, but I'm waiting to do that when I'm bored with this part."
"I don't think you ever will," I joked, nuzzling into his side. "You wouldn't be Jake without the mechanics."
"True, but I wouldn't be me without you," Jacob quipped. I rolled my eyes at his cheesiness as I then planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Party at Dylan's house tonight. I suggest you should come. Be my date," I told him.
"Is this going to be like Bryan's party last year where the cops came and almost arrested our asses?" Jacob teased. I chuckled and shook my head against him.
"No. It should be a lot smaller. Dylan doesn't exactly live in a big house like Bryan. You've been to his house, it's the townhouse. I think it just might only be the main gang, so we'll see," I explained to him, rubbing his bicep. "I'm going to miss them."
"I know," Jacob said, stroking the back of my head. I then went to rest my head against his shoulder. "Come on now, I should shower. We have that gathering of yours."
"You make it sound so weird," I said as we both got up.
"Yeah, alright," Jacob replied, rolling his eyes. I just laughed again as we headed into the house with one another.
As we walked past the kitchen table I could see my dad and mom were looking at some books. Our family has been doing nothing but research after research in trying to find the original lux lamia.
The original lux lamia, whoever they are, might have the key to why the Volturi would want the witch, Meredith, that they resurrected last year. Since they brought her back to life, we haven't come in contact with the Volturi. Which is good, I think. It gives us time and a break. We spent our first year in New York living in fear, now everything seemed a lot more easy going.
"Hey guys, find anything yet?" I asked curiously.
"Not yet. But we're getting there. We might have a new lead," My dad told Jacob and I as he placed his book down on the table. "Elaine finally got in contact with her mother."
"Really? Nanna Carolyn, the same person who hates vampires, is going to help us?" Jacob pointed out. "Elaine, Grace, and Ava described her in detail. I never met the women yet I feel like she's not going to be a big help."
"You never know. Maybe Elaine won't even mention she knows vampires," my mother added quietly.
"Who knows," My father commented. "But, if I have to deal with another psychopath extremist vampire Cullen hater, I might actually blow myself up. Times like this, I really wish sunlight could kill us."
My mother sighed unenthusiastically as she squeezed my father's hand, "Alright, dear. You do that."
"Let's just hope it all goes well," I mentioned, fiddling with Jacob's hand. My mom and dad both nodded in agreement. "Well, I'll see you guys later. I'm heading to my friend's."
"Alright. Just don't stay out too late," My dad said, placing the book down. "Please come home by midnight without the cops breaking you up."
"Alright. Deal," I agreed before I headed upstairs with Jacob. As we reached the top I felt Jacob's hands scoop me up. I squeal in surprise as he tosses me over his shoulder.
"Jacob!" I laughed as he then placed me on the bed. I looked up at him to see an amused smile on his face.
"I'm glad you find this funny," I remarked as he planted a kiss on my forehead.
"Eh, I can't help myself," Jacob replied, kissing my lips. "We have a gathering to get to."
"We can be a little late." I chuckled as we kissed once again.
"Alright. If you say so," Jacob agreed. The two of us laughed as idiots as our lips molded once again.
*Lily's POV*
Ethan's hands trailed up and down my bare back. I grinned blissfully as the two of us rolled around in the bed. Kisses trailing up and down my neck. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure as Ethan hit a pressure point.
"We should stop. We have to go soon," I muttered, closing my eyes as he then kissed my lips. "But I don't know if I want to now..."
"I like what we're doing now. We could keep doing this. I like this," Ethan suggested mischievously, gently placing his lips onto mine.
I smiled as we slowly pulled apart and my eyes were looking into his brown ones. I can't believe it. It's only been about a year since we started dating, yet it feels longer than that. Maybe it's because Ethan's been in my life for so long, but to have him finally to myself like this has been unimaginable. I've never been happier.
"We could," I agreed lazily. "Or we could be good friends and go."
"You mean your friends," He pointed out, chuckling. "So, I mean it won't hurt anyone if I don't go so you should stay here, with me, in bed-"
"Oh god. You're making this impossible." I giggled, kissing his lips. "As much as I'd love to do this all day with you, we have to keep limits."
"You're right. I don't want your parents walking in on us one day. I don't think I'm on your mom or dad's good side yet," Ethan said as I then placed my top back on.
"Yeah. I don't think they liked the fact that their daughter lost her virginity in the span of the two weeks she started dating her new boyfriend," I mentioned, causing Ethan to wince uncomfortably.
When Ethan and I finally confessed our love for one another in the most movie styled fashion, it didn't take long for the passion of it all to catch up with us. We went on our first date and well...I think it was all the angst that provoked us to do what we did.
Ethan and I had just started our first official date. It was a nice kick off to summer. Lucas, Dru, Maysun, and Jackson left for Tulsa so that meant Ethan's brother bonding was over, giving us more time together.
Plus, the rest of my family was pretty much gone that weekend. Grace and Masen had gone to Long Island for a romantic get away, Renesmee and Jacob were on a plane to Forks visiting family along with Aunt Bella, Uncle Edward, and Lizzy. Aidan was hanging out with Seth and Jen, mostly to cheer Jen up for everything that's happened with her family. Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper took Abby on a vacation to Disney World since they were suppose to get hit with a rain storm this weekend, my parents were in the Poconos, and my grandparents were at some hospital fundraiser. So to sum it up, Ethan and I were all alone and we decided to take advantage of this time to
"So, where are we going Mr. Rider?" I teased as we climbed into his truck with him.
"You have to guess," He said, starting up the engine.
"Movies? Broadway? Dinner? Dancing?" I began to spew out different sorts of cliche dates.
"Nope. None of those," He sung chuckling. I smirked at him in mischief as we kept traveling in the car. We didn't stop until we were in a part of Queens. I frowned at him as we pulled up to what seemed to be an indoor roller rink.
"Are we skating?" I asked curiously, my lips forming into a smile.
"In fact, we are Miss Hale. Get your skates ready because we're going to be skating up a storm," Ethan announced, smiling as he opened the car door for me. I chuckled as we then headed inside to the facility to proceed with our date.
I'm going to be honest, just because I'm part vampire doesn't mean I'm good at everything, and skating is one of those things.
Did I ever skate growing up? No. Not at all. I had nowhere to skate and the idea of even try kind of seemed dumb. I was on a tropical island. The thing I was focused on was more so getting pool toys rather than learning to roller skate where there was no surface to practice on.
"You okay there?" Ethan asked me as he skated next to me. I was a little wobbly as I tried to keep my balance. Good thing I didn't wear a dress tonight. I was in a pair of jeans and a cute red top. If I was in a dress tonight, people would be seeing my pair of super girl underpants. I probably should've warn something a lot sexier to begin with for a first date, but at the same time thank god I didn't.
"I'm fine, it's just..." I stammered, trying to stand tall on my skates. All I did was fumble a bit as I almost dove head first. "I've never skated before."
"You haven't? Really?" Ethan questioned as I tried to stand still for a minute.
"No. The girl who had everything didn't skate, kind of weird but whatever. I didn't. My childhood before the islands was consisted of living in fear, so I mean there wasn't really time to learn how to skate. Plus, I never saw a need," I explained to him, stumbling around some more.
I almost dove head first, but thankfully Ethan was there to catch me by the waist. "Here, why don't I help you. Hold on to my arm mo ghràidh, okay?"
"Alright," I agreed as I positioned myself.
"It's all about balance. You can do this. You're Lillian Hale. You're graceful and you've kicked vampire ass before. Make rollerskating your bitch," Ethan encouraged me.
I laughed as he held onto my waist, guiding me along with him. "Ok, so my question then is why roller skating? Thought to spice things up?"
"Yeah. A little bit," Ethan confessed, grinning at me. He then bit his lip as he struggled to say the next part.
"What is it?" I asked, my tone a little worried.
"No...It's nothing. It's just...My parents used to take Lucas and I skating. For the most part it was for us to get used to being around humans. How to control our bloodlust. And I used to see couples all the time at these rollerskating rinks back in Indiana and they'd always be really happy. Giggling and laughing and well...I just told myself one day, when I meet someone really special I'm going to take her to a roller skate rink. I don't know, it's kind of stupid." I could see he was a little embarrassed after confessing it to me, but all it did was make my heart melt.
"It's not. Far from it," I told him, a big smile on my face. "In fact, it's really sweet."
He just smiled back at me and even seemed to blush, "Well...I'm glad you think that."
"Of course. Now come, let's get this roller skating on," I teased as we both began to glide faster.
By the end of the night, I was a pro. I was swirling all around with Ethan like an Olympic skater. It was really sweet the entire date. We just talked while we glided and moved to the rhythm of the music they played as millions of colorful lights danced on the rink.
"You know, that was really fun," I exclaimed on the drive home. "Probably the best first date I ever had."
"Good. That was the idea," He remarked, grinning at me as we pulled into my drive way.
As I got out of the truck we both starred at one another, not sure how to end this night. I smiled up at him and couldn't help but admire the way he looked right now.
"I like your smile," I told him softly. "It's nice to see you smile like this."
"Well, I haven't had a reason to smile like this for a long time," He replied.
I then reached out and grabbed his hand, rubbing it in mine. I didn't want the night to end. I wanted to replay everything that happened over and over again in my head until I couldn't anymore. It was spectacular.
"You want to come inside?" I offered, motioning to the door.
"I don't know," He muttered, scratching the back of his head. "Are your parents-"
"They're not home. And, it's not like we're going to be causing any trouble. Are we?" I said, giving him a mischievous smile.
Ethan just chuckled as we walked into the home. It was dark and pretty empty. There was no trace of anyone as I flicked on the lights.
"We could watch a movie?" I suggested, motioning to the T.V. "If you're cool with that? I mean, I'm still pretty awake. Unless you want to head back to your home."
"Nah. I think I'll stay with ya. It's not fun being alone. Unless you like being alone?" Ethan said, kind of stammering a bit at the end.
"No. I don't like being alone. Never did. I like being surrounded by people. It's comforting to know you're not alone," I replied as I turned the T.V on.
"I know the feeling," Ethan mentioned quietly as he walked over.
"You know, you never have to feel that way again. My family will always be yours," I reminded him in the still of the night.
"I know that now and I'm thankful. Very thankful," He said, turning to face me. His eyes met mine and I could feel his warm breath hit my skin. Suddenly I felt like there were a million fireworks going off in my system. It was like a bunch of nervous excitement going off at once.
"Well good," I responded as our faces inched closer together. Our lips were only centimeters away from each other. My entire body was trembling as we got closer and closer to one another.
"Yeah..." Our lips then collided with one another, molding together. Quickly passions flared and the kisses became more heated. More fiery. I never did this with anyone in my life, this kind of passionate making out.
Everything just kind of went down hill after that. In the process, I helped him take off his shirt while he unhooked my bra. My hands began to graze his bare chest, exploring everything I could as we made out. I could feel his pulse thrumming against his skin while my own heart began to thud like crazy.
"Do you want this?" He asked me in between kisses, referring to the deed we were about to act out on. "I don't want to force you-"
"No. I want this," I replied, moaning in pleasure as he planted kisses down my neck. "Oh I want this. Now!"
"Alright," He agreed, cupping my face in his hands. I heard hims quietly whisper in another language, "Tha thu bóidheach." I wasn't quite sure what it meant, but I still blushed.
"We should...We should probably go to my bedroom," I mentioned as his lips trailed all over the more intense we got.
"That's probably a good idea," He said as we broke apart. We were both two breathless grinning idiots. From there, he picked me up and I squealed in delight as he carried me upstairs in a quick flash.
We ended up having sex that night and well one slip up later my parents know and everything is kind of messy. Ethan and I are still together, but are my parents happy about the fast paced relationship we've developed...No.
"Not the smartest thing we've ever done," Ethan remarked, smirking a bit.
I chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose. "No, but it was worth it."
"Do you think we're maybe rushing this?" Ethan asked curiously, tucking my hair behind my ears. "I'm enjoying every moment with you, don't get me wrong but is this going to bite us in the ass later on?"
"I don't think so. As far as I'm concerned, you're my soul mate. I love you. I know we took things a little fast, but we'll figure it out. We have so much time to understand what we have and I'm not asking you to commit forever right here and right now, but we'll figure it out. I know it seems messy, but we will. I mean, I have a complicated brain my dad left clues in and you're a weird witch vampire creature. We're bound to find messes."
Ethan chuckled as he leant his forehead against mine, "God, I don't know what I did end up with you."
"You mean that in a good way?" I teased.
"Of course," He responded, his tone a little more serious. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his frame. I buried my face into his chest while he buried his into my hair. "I love you mo ghràidh," He muttered into my hair.
"What does that mean?" I mumbled curiously, tracing patterns on his chest with my finger. "Ever since we got together you have kept speaking in to me in whatever language that is.
My eyes trailed up to see Ethan's cheeks get a little red, "It means my love in Scottish gaelic."
"Really?" I asked curiously, propping myself to stare into his eyes.
"Yeah...My parents used to speak to Lucas and I in gaelic sometimes. I know a little...I mean I could call you something more American, if that's what you were looking for. I just thought it fit..."
"No. I love it," I told him truthfully, feeling my face becoming flushed. "I like it when you speak gaelic. I never know what you're saying, but it's comforting. Soothing..."
Ethan smiled in response as he then gently kissed me. I grinned against his lips as we slowly pulled apart, "Tha gaol agam ort."
"Now what does that mean?" I asked curiously as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"I love you," He told me. I smiled I kissed him again more passionately. We were kissing for a while, both lost in the moment, until I realized what time it was.
"Oh shit! Now come on, we got a party to get to," I exclaimed, jumping up from the bed. Ethan just chuckled as I threw a few dresses onto the bed. "I was thinking, we could help one another get ready. You know, get changed and all-"
"You had me at get changed," Ethan teased, coming over to pick me up. I squealed in delight as the two of us began to kiss in a fiery frenzy.
Having Ethan Rider as a boyfriend is great and life for once was pretty great as well. I can't complain.
*Abby's POV*
"Think fast!" I blinked and in a millisecond grabbed the red, rubber ball that was being flung at me. I immediately grinned and turned around to see my father approaching. He had an amused look on his face as he entered the room.
"Good reflexes. You're getting better," my dad complimented me.
"Do you want something? I was kind of in the middle of something very important," I exclaimed while I motioned to the television playing in front of me.
"Oh, right. How can I interrupt Kim Kardashian and her family. Not like there aren't more important things to be focusing on," My father responded in the same sarcastic manner as he took a seat next to me. "How do you even watch this garbage?"
"I watch it because it is garbage," I remarked.
"Well, in that case, do you want to do something?" He asked me as his eyes glanced from the T.V screen to me.
"Oh! Someone wants to train, I see." I smirked, turning to look at him better. "What? No one else wants to?"
"I guess you can say that..." He trailed off, scratching the back of his head.
"Yeah, it's cool. Lizzy's hanging with Seth tonight, so I don't got anyone," I said, turning off the television and standing up to look down at my father.
"Is there anyone from school you would want to hang out with?" My dad asked me curiously.
I bit my lip. I didn't exactly want to explain to my parents my true feelings about school. They didn't need that. I'm pretty sure half the time they were worried about losing me to the Volturi. They didn't need to be worried about me surviving middle school. This was my battle to fight, not theirs.
The past few months since I started going to that awful place, I haven't made any friends and the students aren't so nice. I have one person that loves to harass me. Jill Lancaster. To sum her up in one word, it'd probably be bitch. Major bitchazoid. I can deal with her though. She doesn't scare me.
"No," I answered truthfully, shrugging. "I just...I'm just not into the whole friend thing. I take after my dad in that way."
"I have friends," My dad protested. That immediately caused me to laugh.
"Uncle Edward and Uncle Emmett do not count! Nor does anyone else in this family!" I insisted promptly.
"Well, you're forgetting there's Peter, Charlotte, Garrett-"
"Alright! Sorry! Anyway, enough of this. What are we waiting for? Let's go train, old man," I responded, chuckling as I dashed out of the room. I kept running until I made it to the basement of our townhouse, where our training room was.
"I'm not that old," My dad teased as we headed towards the middle of the training mats.
"You are almost two centuries old, I think you are!" I retorted as we circled around each other.
"I guess we'll have to put this to the test then!" He cried out jokingly as we both went for it. We were kind of playfully fighting. There were days when instead of actual practice, we would just tease each other. Today was one of those days.
"I got you now, oldie!" I teases, running towards my father's midsection.
"Not yet, ya whippersnapper," He responded, grabbing me by my section so it ends up with both of us tumbling to the ground in a laughing mess.
"You two are wild!" My mother remarked from up the stairs. She looked at my dad and I with an amused glance. "She gets this from you, Jazz."
"Honestly, I'm pretty sure she gets the spunk from you, Ali," My dad said, winking at her.
"You two are gross," I lightly joked as I looked between the two as they stared at each other lovingly.
"What can I say, your father is a nice looking guy. I can't help it." My mother giggled. "Anyway, Ava just sent us over some more blood substitute, which means a nice family meal at the table. So family bonding without the roughhousing."
"Alright, but I also count the fighting as family bonding," I insisted as my father and I made it up the stairs. "And we're vampires, since when do we have a family dinner?"
"Since now. Come on," My mom exclaimed giddily like the pixie she is. I just chuckled as I then sat around the table with my family. Even if my biological parents were assholes, I had two really great parents to love.
Right now everything was fine, I guess you can say that. My life has been a mess to begin with, for me to even say those words is a surprise. I mean, most of my family has had pretty messy lives but I'm one of those whose lives a messy life since the womb. My biological parents didn't exactly seem like great people...
Well, I like to think I'm the daughter of Jasper and Alice. That's it. But there's also the fact I'm the biological daughter of Serena Peterson, the crazy half breed, and Aro Volturi, vampire king. Both have tried to kill my family on multiple occasions.
When I was born, my mother didn't want me to be raised by the Volturi. They screwed over her mate, Lorenzo, so she didn't want that fate for me. She was able to run away from where they were keeping her captive and placed me in the care of the Cullen's, which is ironic considering the fact she would then spend an entire year trying to kill them, specifically my cousin Renesmee, who she planned to use in a sacrifice to bring her mate, Lorenzo, back to life.
At the same time though, what my bio mom did was genius. The Volturi would not dare to look for me in the arms of the supposed enemy of Serena Peterson.
Unfortunately, it never worked. It did, but for only about a year. My biological mother's plan backfired and she became the sacrifice instead. Then my biological father found me and wanted me back. My family was able to keep me after a slight fight with the Volturi.
I still have a nagging feeling that it wouldn't be the last time I would see Aro Volturi. I still have nightmares about him. The fact he's biologically related to me bothers me. Alice and Jasper are and will always be my parents. They raised me. But, I can't help but have this nagging feeling that Aro is going to come back and get me. He's going to get me and force me to train in his guard. I've seen what he's capable of. He really messed up my half sisters, Cordelia and Dru.
Cordy and Dru are Aro's two daughters he gained from two sisters he raped. Cordelia has the power to control things with her mind, so she was very valuable to him. Dru, on the other hand, has the power of healing. Which wasn't useful to Aro.
Everything it seems to my biological father is based on power. Whoever has the most power he gravitates towards. In the end though, we're all his experiments. Even Robert, Marcus Volturi's son, and Caius's mysterious son we have yet seen. Dru confirmed his existence, but none of us have laid eyes on him.
The Volturi is one big deranged family and no matter what I want to tell myself, I can't deny the fact my blood is the same as theirs.
"Abby, sweetie, are you okay?" My mother asked me.
I blinked a little and looked around the room. My parents were looking at me inquisitively. I just smiled at them and shrugged.
"Sorry, just spaced out."
To keep it short and sweet, no one knows what I'm capable of. I don't even know myself. With the genes I have and with Aro haunting my every thoughts, who knows how much more time I have in this happy perfect family with Alice and Jasper.
Aro Volturi is the fault in my code. He and I both know it and it won't be long until something terrible happens.
