EDDIE
"Eddie calm down," my mom said from behind me, I ignored her and carried on walking.
"I wish she'd just leave me alone!" I said. We were out in the back yard now.
"I know," she said walking closer to me.
"She doesn't know!" I snarled into the night.
"Eddie just relax. Your father is talking with her now. He'll make sure she doesn't get in the way again."
"Good. It's not like what I just did wasn't the hardest thing I've ever done in my life," I said to her looking down.
"I know," she whispered painfully, she walked up to me and held her arms out; I pulled her into a hug and dug my head into her shoulder and neck. Breathing in her scent, it was the scent safety, protection and love, something that never failed to comfort me.
"Am I doing the right thing momma?" I asked.
"Yes baby, you are," she whispered. I nodded still buried in her hair.
"You know how she feels though don't you? You were in her position once?" I asked and pulled out of the hug. She nodded.
"I do. Except she was never with you in the beginning so she won't have it as bad as I did. I was the walking dead. I had no reason to live when your father left me but you were never together in the first place," she said to me. I just stared at her.
"Six months," I said. "Just six more months yeah?" I asked. She smiled and nodded.
"Okay," I said and took her hand. "I guess I have to apologize to Renesmee."
"You do," she said and we walked back into the house. When we entered the living room my dad, my Uncle Emmett and Aunt Rosalie were there.
"Where is Renesmee?" I asked.
"Chantelle's room," my dad said and my mom dropped my hand to sit next to him. I walked out and up the stairs. I heard laughing coming from Chantelle's room. I smiled to myself as I knocked.
"Come in!" Chantelle called. I opened the door to see Chantelle and Renesmee both sitting on the bed.
"Ness can I talk to you?" I asked. She nodded.
"Be right back," she said to Chantelle and walked towards me. I walked into my room opposite Chantelle's and stood in the middle. She closed the door and waited. I turned to look at her.
"I'm sorry," I said.
"It's okay… I'm sorry too," she said. I smiled at her and walked over to hug her.
"Really I am," I said.
"It's okay Ed," she laughed. "I shouldn't have got in the way. It's just hard when I find my best friend crying in the bathroom," she said, I pulled back from her.
"I made her cry?" I asked. She nodded. I suddenly felt a wave of guilt. I never wanted to make her cry.
"She's okay now," she reassured me. I hope so. I thought to myself. She smiled. "I'm going back to Chantelle's room what you gunna do?" she asked. I shrugged.
"I'll go watch TV I guess," I said.
"Kay. Have fun," she said and walked back into Chantelle's room. I made my way back down the stairs and instead of heading into the living room I decided the cinema room would most likely be empty. An empty room where I could sit with my guilt and the hope that the girl I loved would forgive me.
It was long into the night. Chantelle and Renesmee had stopped talking around one am. After they fall asleep everywhere goes silent. My vampire family normally go out to hunt or spend the night in their rooms. I was still in the cinema room, watching Inception. It was only a few years old and it was one of my favourites.
"Hey kiddo," I was interrupted by my uncle Emmett. He came into the room and sat down on the recliner next to me.
"Hey," I said not taking my eyes off the screen in front of me.
"Oh I love this film!" he said. "Such a good plot line, would be cool if it was possible."
"From what I've learnt over the past year, anything is possible," I said, he laughed.
"You're probably right. Who would have thought you would be here?"
"No one," I said. "That's exactly what I mean," we remained silent for a while, just watching the movie. I finally plucked up the courage to ask my uncle something that's been bugging me from the day I was born. I didn't know the full story of his past, not fully. I knew that he was changed by Carlisle and joined the Cullen's but the details were always left out.
"Hope you don't mind me asking, I know my parents story well but yours is a bit blurry. How come you were turned?" I asked.
"I was mauled by bear. I don't like to admit it, cause well… look at me." He said looking at his arm. I laughed.
"And Carlisle found you?"
"No Rose did. She was already a vampire; she carried me to Carlisle to change me."
"So you have grandpa's venom right?"
"If you think of it like that, yes."
"I'm trying to figure out my gift. You remember we thought I could only read minds of those I was related too?" I asked he nodded. "Well I can read Chloe's mind, and project my thoughts. I want to know why."
"Have you tried it with someone else that isn't related to you?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Don't have many human friends," I laughed. He smiled.
"Jasper and Alice aren't related to you. At least not venom related," he said.
"Huh, forgot about that," I said. "Do you know where they are?"
"I'd imagine in their room."
"Oh. I guess I'll wait till morning then," I said. Emmett boomed his loud laugh.
"Probably best," he said. I was quite excited, if I could get my gift to work on my aunt and uncle maybe I could read the thoughts of anyone, not just my family.
"What about your shield?" he asked.
"My what?"
"Your shield. The one that keeps your dad out of your head. It's the same as your mothers."
"Never really thought about it. Does that mean I have a wicked protection bubble that no one can come anywhere near like mom?" I asked a little too excited. My uncle shrugged.
"Possibly. Trust you to get three gifts. All I got was strength." He muttered and I laughed at him.
"I'm no ordinary vamp," I said. "And dad couldn't read moms mind when she was human either could he?"
"No. When she was turned she went through days of training to get her shield. In them days it wasn't even a physical barrier. She could only protect the mind. When Renesmee was kidnapped and poisoned, your mom went through a very angry stage. Obviously stricken entirely by grief and the idea of losing her only child. When she was faced with the Volturi, and when they had your dad restrained she released the physical shield. Apparently it was quite a show, so disappointed I wasn't there."
"So you think that if something terrible happens it could happen to me?" I asked.
"Maybe. It would have to be something terrible… and I mean devastating. Something that you would want to kill yourself over. If Renesmee had died, I don't know how long your parents would have lasted. For you to feel the amount of pain your mother did… -" he stopped. "It wouldn't be worth it."
"If something happened to anyone. Renesmee, Chantelle, my parents, my aunts, you." I said, rage burning up inside me at the idea.
"We'll never know," he said. "I don't like to wish bad things on my family," he said.
"I'd imagine it would most likely happen with Renesmee or your girlfriend," my uncle Jasper said from the door. "Although I know you love the rest of your family, I imagine you would still function if one of us died. However Renesmee and Chloe are the closest to you; they would be the ones to release your shield… most probably." He walked into the room.
"I guess," I said. Not that I wanted it to happen but I thought the idea of having the same shield as my mom was cool. "Can I try something?" I asked my uncle Jasper. He looked confused. "I want to see if I can project my thoughts. Or read your mind," I said.
"Oh, sure," he said and walked towards me; I stood up and put my hands on his neck. Closing my eyes, trying to concentrate on how much I wanted to read his mind. I pushed myself harder and harder but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't do it. I sighed in frustration and dropped my hands.
"Nope," I said and sat back down. My uncle went to one of the chairs and took a seat.
"So it's just your girl then," Emmett said. I shrugged.
"Looks like," I said then paused, "and she isn't my girl."
"Yet," he boomed. I smiled at him. How much I hoped that she was, was unbelievable. We continued watching the movie after that. When it was finished I was the first to get up.
"I'm gonna get some sleep," I said to them. I hadn't slept in a few weeks and the idea of escaping this reality for a while was comforting.
"Alright, night Ed," Emmett said.
"Good night," Jasper said.
"Night," I repeated and walked out of the room and up the stairs. I peeked into Renesmee's room, something I always do during the night. She wasn't there. I frowned and walked over to Chantelle's. Both Renesmee and Chantelle were curled up in the big queen size bed. Even with the two of them they looked completely lost in the giant space. Renesmee had her arm draped over Chantelle's waist and the quilt was just below their hips. I walked in and pulled the quilt up to their shoulders. They didn't get cold much but the weather here was unpredictable. I placed my hand on Renesmee's arm. Just to see what she was dreaming about. It was of Jacob. I sat down on the edge of the bed, still with my hand on her arm as I watched her dream, she and Jacob were on a beach, they were walking hand in hand along the sand. The sun was out and it was surprisingly hot. They weren't in La Push. They were on Isle Isabella, I had seen pictures of my mom's island and I recognised it immediately. I took my hand from Renesmee. Letting her dream in peace. I didn't want to intrude too much. I looked to Chantelle; I wasn't able to see her dream because she wasn't 'related' to me as my uncle Emmett put it. I moved a strand of her hair that was covering her eyes. I stood up from the bed and walked out, closing the door on my way.
I entered my room, stripped down from my jeans and t shirt, and pulled on a pair of sweats before I climbed into my bed. I rested my head on my arms behind my head. Looking up to the ceiling. I can't explain the thoughts that go through my head when I'm about to fall asleep, I don't know if it's different for humans or for my sister and cousin. I guess it's like when a human dies. Everyone says your life flashes before your eyes; well that's what happens to me when I fall asleep. I don't dream either, at least I never remember them if I do. I haven't told anyone, I didn't think I was important. I was lucky that not many things bad have happened in my life and that I only had to witness the flashes once every few weeks. One of the last things I saw when I finally fell asleep was the torn heartbroken face of Chloe as I told her I didn't want her.