This might be my last update till next week, I'm going to try to put in one more at least but I can't promise it for sure; sorry guys, finals are getting closer so I have to focus on that, but I'll try my best. Thanks again to those who have reviewed, though I will say I'm getting a bit discouraged given the number of reviews in comparison to the number of people reading my story. Please let me know what you think, I can't help but wonder if you all actually like the story or not without any feedback, so review, review!

Of course I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's masterpiece, solely the plot to this story.

***************************Nessie************************************

Tom finally stopped ahead, and so I slowed down. Oliver was lagging a bit behind, I wondered vaguely whether perhaps he'd hurt himself after falling, but quickly dismissed it; even if he did hurt himself, he would have healed by now. Tom grinned at me, a mischievous grin that said, "Wait till you see it." Oliver stopped next to me, still with somewhat of a dazed look.

"Alright, ladies first," said Tom, motioning towards a huge rock. I stared at him in confusion. Did he want me to climb it or something?

Then I saw it. Right at the edge, covered by shrubbery, was a hole, big enough for about four people. I walked towards it and removed the expertly placed camouflage, and grinned widely.

It was a tunnel. I didn't hesitate; I quickly dropped myself in. I slid down for about thirty seconds before I landed on a soft mass of leaves, and then I gasped.

I was inside a cave, a huge cave that led into deeper destinations. The twins had obviously been here quite a few times, I could see their lame attempt of décor in the various items spread throughout; however, I could smell their presence quite clearly, it was so them. It mirrored the simple, yet secret life that they led. As I went into a different room—I had decided to call each 'area' a room—I saw two huge piles of dried up leaves and grass. Beds, I concluded, and over in another room, a huge shoe box with…boxers?

Then it dawned on me, this is where they came to be wolves, though, I couldn't quite understand why, I mean, sure, the place was huge, and definitely isolated, but so was the forest…I turned around, both boys were staring at me, waiting for my million questions. I only asked one.

"Why?"

Tom came over to me, "You haven't even seen the best part yet," he said, "follow me." He took off without another second's warning, and I followed. Running through the cave was like being in a labyrinth—not that I'd been in one but I assumed it felt like this. A person could get lost down here easily, but not Tom; he made left and right turns without any hesitations. I could hear Oliver coming up behind me as well. We ran for what seemed like five minutes, and at top speed too. It dawned on me how big the cave really was, and yet above ground one would never know of the vast playground hidden beneath. I began to smell salt, and curiosity made me go faster.

Tom and Oliver suddenly stopped, so sudden I almost lost my balance and fell over the ledge that appeared out of nowhere. Oliver grabbed me around the middle to keep me from falling, but I didn't have time to thank him, I was too amazed.

Over the ledge, far down below, was a huge underground bay I had never seen in my life. The high ceiling caverns surrounded it and beyond it, through a small opening—though I don't know how I knew—was the ocean; I understood now why I had never seen it.

The only way to get here was either through some underwater tunnel, or coming from where we had. And the view! I couldn't take my eyes away; the view was amazing, it was like a personal little paradise, there were trees dotted all over the place, as if we were on the shores of First Beach.

But the best part: it was completely deserted, which meant…

"So what do you think?" asked Oliver, he came to stand by me. I looked at him, my mind completely in awe.

"It's beautiful," I sighed. The same kind of daze came over his face for a second, and then he looked away.

"Yeah, Tom and I discovered this place about two years ago, and when we transformed, we figured it'd be the best place to hide out."

For the first time ever, I reached my hand out to show him my thoughts.

Hide out? From what?

Oliver looked at me in amazement; he already knew I could do that, of course, but had never experienced it. Tom was the one who spoke though.

"It's not the same for us as the rest of the pack," Tom explained, coming to stand by my other side. "We're a lot younger than all of them, and despite the whole 'we're brothers blah blah,' Oliver and I tend to feel isolated."

"Yeah, and not to mention the way they treat us, like just because we're not as big as them, we need special care," continued Oliver, "I bet you didn't know we're not allowed to hunt?"

I frowned, "But why not? I mean, that's part of being a wolf isn't it?"

"Well, that's what we say, but apparently we have some 'growing up' to do before we can hang with the rest of them," he continued, his voice taking a bitter edge, "they think they know what's best for us."

"So," I said uncertainly, "you guys come here to stay away from the pack? And I'm guessing to hunt too?"

"Yes," replied Oliver, now grinning at his brother, "and there's some pretty good food around here, let me tell you--"

"Wait, there's only the bay down there, what do you guys eat, fish?" I interrupted, making a face.

They looked at me like I was dense.

"Renesmee," said Tom, addressing me like I was three years old—which technically I was closer to if you counted by calendar years—"the cave extends pretty wide, where do you think bears hide out?"

"Oh," was all I said, then I grinned, "hey, we should let Emmet come here, he loves be--"

"NO!" both boys yelled at me. I was taken aback.

"Look, sorry, but we can't tell anyone about this place," said Tom, his face flustered from having yelled at me, "Jacob and Sam don't even let us be lookouts like the rest of them. I mean, how dangerous could being a lookout be? Can't you see why we love it here? Why we need to keep it a secret?"

I thought for a moment.

"This is your home away from home, isn't it?" I asked. This time Oliver spoke.

"Exactly, here, we don't have to worry about all the non-normalness that we are," he said, "we're free to do what we want."

Something suddenly occurred to me. "Hang on a minute, what about when you're wolves? You guys can read each other's thoughts, so wouldn't Jake and the others know you guys were up to something?"

This time they both grinned and said simultaneously, "Not down here."

I couldn't believe it, Jake had told me multiple times how annoying it was to have to listen to each of his pack member's thoughts all the time. He said that no matter how far apart they were, they could still hear each other.

"But that's not pos--"

"Possible? That's what we thought too, but it's true, we can't explain why exactly, we just know that's the way it is down here," said Tom, still grinning at me widely.

I nodded, now I understood exactly why they came down here.

They were part of the supernatural world like me, and yet their family didn't want them in on all the fun, just like my family didn't want me in on all the secrets. I thought of Jake, and my family, how lately they seemed to be keeping me in the dark because they thought it was 'for my own good.' I thought of the twins, how their pack didn't let them hunt, didn't let them be involved in all the wolf things…we were the same, freaks of nature kept under the blankets, all because it was 'for our own good.' I understood completely.

"Ok," I said, "but that means I have unlimited access down here too."

The twins grinned; Oliver suddenly came over to me and lifted me up in the air, twirling me around…like Jake used to.

"That's awesome Renesmee," he said, smiling at me widely, "we're going to have awesome times down here, especially now that you're in on the secret."

I didn't respond, just flashed another dazzling smile his way.

He didn't fall this time, but I could've sworn he was blushing.

***********************Jacob******************************************

I was miserable. After about the third day of taking Nessie to school in her 'bra' days, I began to slip. Edward had warned me the first time, but after the third time, I just couldn't resist. The fantasies, the urges, they came without my being able to stop them. I tried memorizing from the book Alice had given me, but it wasn't big enough of a distraction.

Each day Nessie became more confident with herself, wearing less bulk and more complimenting outfits as a result…and so each day I withdrew more. She noticed my absence, and the pain I saw on her face when she looked at me made me want to burn myself alive. I longed for the simpler days, when I was her big brother, her best friend, but my stupid male stigma forced me to stay away from her. I missed her, and I feared if I stayed away any longer, I might actually lose her, whether she was my imprint or not.

But what could else could I do?

I thought jealously of my two youngest brothers; they could be with her whenever they wanted. I wanted to think that I was jealous only because of that fact, the fact that they could enjoy her company while I could not, but I knew there was more to it than that.

I had only recently realized something: if Nessie's body was developing quickly, her mind should be growing along with it, and if that was the case, then her thoughts should've began aligning with mine, maybe not as intimate but towards that general direction. Carlisle claimed Nessie was still about eleven, but I was doubtful.

She hadn't changed much lately, but I could see it in her eyes; her intelligence, her maturity, was growing…it was only a matter of time before she experienced another growth spurt. However, regardless of it all, she showed no signs of wanting a romantic relationship with me, and that thought depressed me almost to the point of insanity.

Logically speaking, she should be interested in boys already, and the only boys she hung out with were Tom and Oliver, in fact they were the only friends she hung out with. They claimed nothing was going on, and if it wasn't for the few times I'd heard them during wolf form, I wouldn't have believed them. I'd considered making them take the lookout post—something I knew they'd wanted to do ever since they found out what they were—and in that way listen more carefully to what they were thinking, but I knew Sam would be completely against it. I was head Alpha, so I could order it and Sam would have no say, but I didn't want any tension in my pack. A part of me also knew that letting the twins in on the lookout would be wrong; they were too young, and it would be selfish of me to get their hopes up like that.

So I could only hope, hope that Nessie wasn't interested in anyone, that she still wasn't ready for that kind of relationship. Until then, I could only bide my time, and control my urgent desires from surfacing. If I could learn to control myself, to fall into being Nessie's friend again, I could be with her like before, and things could fall into place, like they should be.

That thought alone kept me sane.

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