What in the hell is going on?
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As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't get over how beautiful I had become in the past year. I would never consider myself vain like my aunt Rosalie, but there was no denying that I was stunning. Currently at the age of sixteen, I could walk on any runway in the world or make millions modeling for my personal favorite store, Victoria Secret. Of course it shouldn't be a surprise that I was beautiful, being that I am the perfect combination of the two most gorgeous people on earth.
Although everyone in the family, besides daddy and Jacob, would consider aunt Rosalie by far the prettiest, to me, no one could hold a torch to my mother, Isabella Marie Cullen. I inherited her big orb like, milk-chocolate brown eyes along with Grandpa Charlie's long flowing curls that reached just below my shoulder blades. Aunt Alice still scolds me for cutting it every six months, but it becomes too much of a hassle if I don't. I am also proud to say that mama's lips are some of my proudest features. With my bottom lip slightly larger than my top, I have the perfect "kissable" lips as uncle Emmett says.
But unlike my mother, who is slender yet modestly curvy, I am more resemble my aunt Rosalie's body, rounded where it counted and toned everywhere else. I still remember the first time I stepped into a Victoria Secret store with the woman of my family after a very eventful month of growing and couldn't get over how my newly rounded breasts created cleavage which I so envied on Rose.
My mind-reading father, the epitome of a Greek god, gave me everything else. My perfectly proportioned nose, slightly perky ears, reddish-brown hair color, and facial expressions; all distinctly those of Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.
Like I said, I'm not vain, but I like what I have and the attention I get when aunt Alice and I go shopping.
Speak of the devil and she shall appear.
"Nessie? Where are you?" my pixish aunt called.
"In my room aunt Alice" I replied gingerly as I finished with the cleaning of my room that mama made me do in our cottage about ten minutes from the Cullen mansion.
"Good lord woman, your still not finished with this room? Your mother won't let me take you shopping until you're done." She said as she entered.
I always loved my future seeing aunt Alice with her spiky black hair that was artfully disarrayed on her head and her short stature which was a cover up for her over enthusiastic personality. She tells me that she can't see my future because I am a vampire hybrid, but sometimes I swear she's lying. On more than one occasion, she was there waiting for me at the door when I try to sneak out to LaPush.
Stupid fortune teller.
"She always tries to put a damper on our fun, doesn't she?" We both laughed at my mother's lack of fashion sense and hatred for all things mall related.
Although I don't have any friends besides the wolf pack, I always enjoy going to the malls in Seattle and Olympia, not only for the shopping, but also for my observations on human interaction.
To me, the whole human-to-human thing is extremely fascinating. I just don't understand how people can talk and talk about nothing, especially teenage girls. The gossip that I have over heard in dressing rooms would astound you. My distaste for mindless chatter probably stems from my voracious appetite for all things educational. Daddy says that my half-vampire brain allows me to hold more than the average human thus letting me learn a hell of a lot more and retain thousands of random facts.
The intellectual conversations that grampa Carlisle, daddy, uncle Jasper and I have would put UN debates to shame. I love physics, languages, history, and complicated math, but my absolute favorite, is the social sciences. Physiology, sociobiology and anthropology; pretty much anything dealing with people and their interactions with others.
"Well if you would clean your room more than once a year, you wouldn't have to wait to have your fun." My mother replied as she glided into the room like a cloud, obviously hearing every word of our conversation with her vampire senses. Although her face has always been beautiful, today's look wasn't one of frustration or madness, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Sadness? Grief?
I decided to let it go.
"Yeah yeah. I'm pretty much done now anyway, so can I please go. I definitely need more of everything."
It was a joy to watch my Aunt Alice bounce up and down with excitement as I rattled off the items I needed for the restocking of my closet. I'm not super spoiled or anything, I just needed everything new, since I grew another inch over the past week and my favorite jeans now stopped half way above my ankles. Grandpa Carlisle thinks I should stop growing in about a year, so I might as well get all I can now.
"Fine you can go, but no more shoes, I swear we could fill an entire bank vault with your shoe collection missy." My mother said.
"You know they are my guilty pleasure mama, but I will see what I can do." I replied sweetly.
"Well have fun baby, your father and I are going upstate hunting so we won't be here when you get back, but we'll see you in the morning."
Of course by hunting, my mother meant the giant elk and bears that resided in Canada. After fours years as a vampire, mama had taken extremely well to vampirism and has shown unparalleled self-control around her natural prey, humans.
"Alright mama, have fun." I replied and then gently kissed her cheek.
Aunt Alice couldn't contain herself any longer and she pulled me through the door of our cottage to the main house and into the garage to her yellow Porsche. As we peeled out of the driveway, a sudden thought occurred to me: I am now old enough to drive.
" Hey Alice?" I asked as we sped down the highway at 130 mph.
"Do you thing daddy will let me drive now that I look sixteen?"
"I don't know sweetheart. You just had your birthday last week. It might be a little too early for you to start with that line of questioning. You know what happened last time."
I sighed as I recalled the previous times I was privileged to be behind the wheel of a car with my uncles Emmett and Jasper three months ago. It was a thrilling time and I could now understand why most of my family enjoyed flying down the road at death-defying speeds.
The story when we got home was slightly different. Daddy and aunt Rosalie nearly killed us all for being irresponsible. I wasn't allowed out of the house until my birthday party. Also the no visitation rule was put in place. I was a prisoner and was forbidden to see anyone who could bring me fun i.e. my best friend Jacob Black.
"I definitely remember the last time, but I am sure you can persuade him to let me try again now that I'm older."
"Oh no no no. I will not be put in the middle of your weekly father-daughter fights. You two nearly broke Esme's marble table last time."
"Well if he would stop being so stubborn, I wouldn't always have to yell at him."
I loved my daddy more than anything in the world, but his pig-headedness, which I inherited as well, was the cause for our weekly spats usually ending up in heated shouting debates that caused me more trouble. But what can I say? I like being right. My mother is the only one who can calm him down and it's usually with a fun filled night of sex.
Disgusting, but whatever gets me off the hook I guess.
As we pulled into one of the parking spaces in front of the giant mall in Seattle, I couldn't help but notice the look on the face of my aunt, similar to the same one I saw on mama's this morning.
"Ok, what the hell is going on?" I asked.
"What are you talking about now?"
"You and mama both look like you're never going to see the light of day again, what's going on?"
"Its nothing sweetheart. Just wait until tomorrow when your parents get back. No more questions. Got it?" Then sighed. "Shopping?" She questioned sweetly.
"Of course." I replied hesitantly.
Even though I knew it was a diversion, I was in no mood to start a fight with anyone especially my auntie Alice.
As we walked into the store, my eyes darted straight towards the shoe section. While I love all fashion, shoes were my one and only vice.
My God I have an addiction. I loved stilettos, boots, half boots, wedges, flats, (even though I rarely wore them). All things with heels were divine in my book.
Channel, Versace, Prada, and my absolute, beyond a shadow of a doubt, favorite: Christian Louboutin.
"You know what your mother said, " Aunt Alice voiced as she saw my eye line.
"I know, but just one looksie. Please, Please Please?" I pleaded.
"OK. Fine, but I will not be responsible for what happens when we get home."
"I can handle my punishment. "
We walked over to the section in the store, and I once again, couldn't help but notice the eyes of several men glance towards me as I drifted across the tiled floor. One man actually let his mouth hang open as I made my way to the massive rack of high-heeled shoes just calling my name.
Usually stares would not have bothered me, but over the past month, since my birthday, daddy and Jacob, along with the other men in my family, have gotten extremely possessive of me whenever we go out in public. Always quietly snarling and glaring at men who let their eyes linger a little longer than would be considered socially acceptable. I know that men just see me as a beautiful distraction from their mundane lives. I guess daddy is just fed up with all the inappropriate thoughts running through their minds, but Jacob's reaction always baffled me.
As I situated myself into the chair in front of the adjacent mirror, Alice began her scary regime as head shopper/dictator. I love fashion, but Alice is just terrifying when it comes shopping.
"Why hello Mrs. Cullen how are you today?" The brunette sales assistant asked Alice as my eyes roamed the shelves.
" I am absolutely perfect Meredith, just here buying my niece more shoes" she replied.
It always amazed me how my aunt could make friends with the staff at any store while still being the ruthless authoritarian that she was. I always chalked it up to fear. While Alice and Meredith continued to talk about the latest fashion trends and fads, I gasped when I spotted the perfect pair of black lace pumps with the signature red soled bottom that screamed Louboutin. I had to make sure that I kept up my human façade as I bolted to the far left of the store.
"Ahhhhhh. I see your niece found the new shipment we just got in." I heard Meredith say.
"Yes, well she has always been able to spot the best shoe in the store. It's a gift." My aunt giggled.
Of course my real gift was something far more exciting. I had the ability to show people my thoughts and emotions through a simple touch. I have been working with uncle Jasper to try and use my power without touching people, but its very difficult and I have only been able to accomplish it once.
"Oh my gosh, they're beautiful, can I try them in a size seven please?" I asked while barely being able to contain my glee.
"Sure, I will get right on it."
Meredith brought back the shoes in a beige box and aunt Alice smiled as my eyes widened when I pulled the left shoe out of the packaging. I slid my toes into the shoe and it felt like home.
That is until I nearly jumped out of my seat from the loud ringing of my phone.
"Damn it," I stuttered as I tried to regain my composure.
"Hello?" I asked, not even bothering to look at the caller i.d.
"Hey Ness, just wondering where the hell you were. It's boring here without you. I even had to go grocery shopping with Billy. I never shop for groceries." The manly voice on the other end chuckled.
The only person who could make me forget about shoes and bring me back to earth was Jacob. His husky voice brought butterflies to my stomach as I tried to contain my joy.
"Hey Jake. I've only been gone for like one hour gosh. Besides you need to spend time with your father and I think you deserve to buy him groceries since you eat all of his. I feel like I'm monopolizing you, Billy requires some Jacob time too," We both laughed. "I'm just doing a little shopping with Alice in Seattle. Have to restock the closet."
"Your buying shoes aren't you?"
Damn that boy for knowing me so well. I guess it was to be expected since he has spent almost everyday with me since the day I was born.
"Well you know what? I need them to make my life complete. And I don't hear you complaining when you comment on how long my legs look Mr." I retaliated.
There was a short pause and he cleared his thought before replying, "yeah yeah yeah…I guess the Cullen family princess can't be denied anything she wants. When do you plan on coming home? I miss you."
"In about an hour. You know how fast Alice goes" Trying to sound as nonchalantly as possible, but to be truthfully honest, I missed him like crazy too.
"Alright well I guess I will see you when you get back and don't get too carried away Nessie, I don't think I can take another day reorganizing your shoes."
"You know you love it. I don't know why you are denying your love for shoes, but you will be the first one I call when I get back. Ok? "
"Ok bye Nessie".
I couldn't help but sigh as I closed the phone and wondered about what Jake was doing right now, but was abruptly pulled out of my daydream by Alice who demanded we move on to purchasing the rest of the items on our list.
While we perused the aisles of almost every store in the mall, my mind could not get off Jake. Only my parents knew how I really felt about him.
How his black eyes made my legs weak when I looked into them, how his short cropped black hair caused me to shiver every time I ran my fingers through it, how his husky voice seemed to penetrate every cell of my body. And don't even get me started on his touch; the touch that could bring a marble statue to the ground crumbling. The man definitely knew how to make me crazy.
I guess you could say that I was scared of my feelings for Jake. We have always been best friends, siblings, so I don't know how it would look if I just came out with "would you be my boyfriend?" I don't even know if that is the correct term, how am I supposed to do this?
Surprisingly, my parents have been quite accommodating to my changing feelings. Daddy appears to be fine with everything, but I know his poker face, hell I have mastered it. I know that he feels like he is loosing me, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Daddy says I just need to wait it out and see where my feelings take me, but sometimes I just think he wants me all to himself.
Oh well, how can I not take advice from the most perfectly matched couple on the entire planet?
I was snapped out of my deep thought when the Porsche screeched to a halt in front of the giant Cullen house. Huh? That was weird, I vaguely remember continuing my shopping trip. See what that boy does to me?
As we grabbed the twenty or so bags from the car, his scent hit me like a ton of bricks as he sauntered around the corner. That was new.
I had to literally grab a hold of the car to stabilize my self, which didn't go unnoticed by my aunt.
"Oh Nessie, what's wrong? Are you ok?" she whispered affectionately.
"Yeah I'm fine, just slipped on the gravel. It's hard walking all day in five inches." I tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace.
"If you say so, Mrs. Louboutin Queen." she obviously knew I was lying, but didn't push any further. That's why I loved Alice, who unlike my mother or Rosalie who pry until they get answers, she just lets things go until I'm ready to talk.
"Hey Ness, how was shopping?" Jacob asked as he pulled me into one of his famous bear hugs.
"Wonderful. Only bought one pair of shoes. Aren't you proud?" I smiled.
"Oh wow, some accomplishment." He stated sarcastically while setting me down on my feet.
Even with my heels that pushed me to an average 5'8, Jacob's 6'5 frame still towered over my poor body. I was disgustingly short without my heels, which is probably one of the reasons why I loved them so much.
"Yeah well whatever. I tried." I replied while grabbing more bags. Even though the door was only a few feet away, Jacob snatched the bags from my hands and gracefully bounded up the front steps.
As we walked in the main part of the house, I was shocked to see all my family, including my parents who told me they were going hunting, sitting around in heated debate. All the shouting ceased as Esme cleared her throat announcing Jacob's presence and mine.
"Hello sweetheart." My loving grandmother said while pulling me into a light hug. Her heart shaped face and honey colored hair just added to her sweet disposition.
"Hi Grandma. What's going on in here?" I asked while keeping my eyes locked with my mother's.
"Ummm, why don't we go into the kitchen and make something for you and Jake to eat?" she asked avoiding my question.
As I was about to protest, my mind-reading father beat me to it. "This is a discussion for grown ups sweetheart, we will let you know what's going on when we're ready."
See, this is the problem with my father. He thinks that I am still a child, which is technically true, but how can you talk to your daughter about the man she loves; yet still treat her like a toddler. I have the right to know what's going on when it regards my family and I am always being left in the dark.
Since he could see a shouting match about to ensue, Jacob quickly pulled me out of the room and into the kitchen.
As my grandmother along with Jacob started pulling things out of the fridge, I found the need to voice my ire.
"Jacob, why the hell did you do that? I was about to get the truth out of daddy and you just threw me out of the conversation. I deserve to know what's going on."
"Ness, I have seen you and Edward's screaming matches and I don't want to be in the middle." He stated.
"Yeah well, the next time you do that, I will bang your head into the table." I replied nastily.
My anger really was not a good way for me to get what I wanted but it was the only way I knew to get my point across as everyone still thought of me as a child.
My rage was another thing I inherited from both my parents who suffered from heated tempers. I always loved hearing the stories of my mother's pre-vampire days when she was in high school and her temper caused more than a few problems for the Cullen family. But it didn't faze Jake who was subject to my temper on more than a couple occasions.
"When they are ready to tell you they will Ness. Trust me, its not like there are any secrets in the Cullen bunch with all the mind reading and future seeing." He smirked.
Even with his half-smile, he could dissolve all the anger out of my body and bring me back from "the red place" as my mother called it.
"Yeah, but still I deserve to know." I tried.
"Well maybe its something for your birthday." He said trying to lighten the mood.
"Jake, you know my birthday was last week. Unless it's my Christmas gift, I don't understand why I can't know." "
"Shut up Nessie. You're so nosy. Why can't you just live life to the fullest without worrying about bull shit?" The deep booming voice behind me said which I immediately registered as it came from my favorite uncle.
I laughed out loud when Emmett made his way into the kitchen using his colorful euphemisms as a way to make me smile. He was the exact definition of deception: His massive size, that was challenging even Jacob's, was menacing but nothing evil ever came out of his mouth.
"Yeah whatever monkey man." I said as I placed the last of the potatoes on Jacob's plate.
That was weird. I was so angry; I didn't even realize grandma and I were cooking.
Human food was something that I was never happy about, but in order to keep up the façade, it was necessary, which I didn't understand since I wasn't allowed to attend school.
As I grew older I became more accustomed to the taste of food, but still preferred animal blood to anything else. I guess you could compare it to children choosing broccoli over chocolate ice cream everyday. I was still allowed to hunt twice a month so that I could keep the dull burning in my throat to a near non-existent tickle.
I sat down next to Jacob on the bar stool in the kitchen while Uncle Emmet and grandma left us to finish our meals.
"You have been quiet today." I remarked to Jacob as I dug into my steak.
"Yeah, just been thinking a lot over the past couple of days."
"Whatcha thinking about?"
"Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head over." he chuckled.
I blushed as I took in his sentence. My damned blush: yet another thing that I inherited from my mother.
"Jake? Come on. I'm your best friend. Tell me," I urged.
"Really Ness its nothing, just stupid pack business." He smiled.
I of course knew he was lying, but I guess his excuse was viable considering that he was now the lone Alpha of nineteen wolves. Sam had stopped phasing after Emily got pregnant two years ago and Jake was forced to take his natural birth right as the true Alpha with Seth as his second in command.
His decision to choose Seth caused some drama among the pack as both Embry and Leah thought that they were the rightful choice for Beta, but Jake held his guns and picked Seth because of his "undying loyalty" as Jake put it. All was fine now, and the pack was extremely successful in handling the occasional nomadic vampire that crossed their path and the induction of over ten new wolves who phased within the past four years since my birth.
I decided not to push and picked up his plate to take it to the sink when we were done eating.
As I began washing, Jake vehemently protested. "No, no, no. Ness you cooked. Come on let me do the dishes."
"That's ok Jake. I don't mind."
"Really Nessie, I should be doing this." He said as he grabbed the washcloth out of my hand.
"Ok I'll make you a deal. You wash, I dry. Sound good?"
"Yeah. Team work is always the answer." We both laughed and continued to tell each other about our day as we finished the dishes. It always made me smile to see how easy we worked together and how great we got along.
Part of that could be because I was slowly falling in love with him, but I was happy in my ignorant bubble.
The dishes were all washed and dried as I grabbed Jake's hand and began leading him up the stairs to my second room located on the third floor of the Cullen house.
As my perfect five inch heel touched the fifth step, we were stopped by the low masculine voice of my father that I loved hearing in pleasant situations, but terrifying in heated battles.
"Renesmee? Could you and Jacob come into the dining room for a minute?"
"Sure daddy" I said in nothing more than a whisper, knowing perfectly well that he could hear it. Jake and I both groaned as we made our way back downstairs to the dining room with the massive Victorian table, one of my grandmother's prized possessions, that took up the majority of the floor space. Esme loved decadence and anything Esme wanted, my grandpa Carlisle was happy to give her.
I took my place in between my mother and Jacob at the end of the table smiling, but noticed the pained faces of all my family members. I knew something was up. Was I in trouble? The Volturi?
I shuddered at the thought.
"No Renesmee, you are not in trouble. Its just we have a situation that needs to be taken care of and we don't know how you will react." My father replied answering my thoughts.
Carlisle, who stood at the head of the table, began what I was sure was a well-rehearsed speech: "Renesmee, as you know our entire existence is based on secrecy. We have been here in Forks for over seven years now and mostly for you and your mother who have strong connections to your grandpa Charlie and the wolf pack. I never thought I would consider anyplace to be my permanent home but I am proud to call Forks the closest thing to it. This place brought us your mother who has not only made Edward's existence complete, but the rest of ours as well. You also came into our lives and gave us the pleasure of watching you grow and mature into such a wonderful young lady. I have watched my family grow from seven reclusive vampires to a family now consisting of humans and even werewolves all thanks to you and your mother."
What the hell is going on? I would think that somebody died, but that was impossible in this family of immortal vampires. My grandfather sighed heavily before he continued.
"Renesmee, its time for us to move. We have to leave Forks."