Running through the forest I felt free and exuberated. I couldn't help but laugh and giggle as I sped by the towering green giants. The sunlight flickered as it danced around the branches. I knew I was fast but Jacob was much faster. He could easily catch up to me if he really wanted to. I didn't want to turn my head to see where he was just in case I miss judged a few branches miles ahead. I heard his quick paced thuds behind me. I knew he was close. I wasn't running at full speed, only enough to keep a good distance from Jacob's pace. I pushed harder against the ground with my bare feet and concentrated on moving faster. In a blink of an eye my pace sped up and I reached the clearing and clung to the bolder ahead.
Jacob followed behind me a few seconds later skidding to a stop and rippling the ground below him. Dirt and grass flew in my direction. I leaped in the air to dodge the debris. This was one of my favorite dresses that Grandpa Charlie gave me. I didn't want to get it dirty.
"Ha!" I said gleaming with false triumph as I descended back down from my leap. Jacob was panting.
"You know I let you win that one," Jacob thought to himself.
Reading his mind wasn't something that I did often. He didn't mind when I read his mind as a wolf. Mind reading was an ability I gained a few years ago. Around the same time I learned that I had the ability to block my father from reading my mind; just as my mother can do. I later learned that my ability had the same nuances as my mother, allowing me to block metal pain from other vampires with special abilities. My dad was puzzled when I started these abilities; or maybe they were just dormant. I've always had the ability to project my thoughts on to someone when I touched them. I guess since I'm a rare creature, I mature in different ways. Jacob figures that everyone in his pack has access to his thoughts, so I have a free pass when he's extremely hairy.
Shape shifters are able to hear each other's thoughts when they are in their werewolf form, even if they're miles away. It took some time for Jacob to get use to this. He hates the lack of privacy.
"I'm going to phase and put my shorts on." He winked his eye. "I don't want to make you faint with my nudeness," he thought.
"Oh please Jacob!"
I feel like I've seen every part of his body... except for those parts. He walks around with only shorts on most of the time.
Jacob trotted off to the side and slipped behind a large tree. He keeps his shorts attached to his hind leg with velcro so he can carry his clothes while he's in his werewolf form. I've seen Jacob's bare chest every other day, but it seems like with in recent months I've been feeling strange when I look at him. I feel weird and tingly thinking about him now. I've had many vivid dreams of us being together intimately. If I didn't know any better, I would think that I was falling in love with him. That would be so awkward because he is my best friend. He has always been in my life since the day I was born. I can't recall a time where I've spend more than a few days away from him. He's a great family friend and looks after me like I was one of his siblings. Within the recent years he's become more of a best friend than an older brother.
There is a slight mystery about Jacob. I'm not quite sure what it involves. I heard the phrase imprinting a few days ago.
Somehow my Aunt Rosalie forgets the range that I can hear from because I'm only half vampire. They changed the conversation when I was around two miles away. Out of respect for my family, I keep their thoughts out of my head; unless they agree for me to listen. So I'm not really sure what they were talking about.
Jacob walked back out into the clearing with a pair of long kaki shorts on. He had a wide smile on his face. His smile was so beautiful. He had perfect teeth but never had braces. "Nessie… you have skills, I'll admit that," he said while walking towards me. A small compliment, since I'm the slowest of my family. The only ones that I can truly feel superior in speed is with humans and my other good friend Nahule. He's a half breed just like me. I can run laps around him.
Jacob has called me Nessie ever since I was a baby. It's not even a portion of my name… but I have grown to like it even though it's also the nick name of the Loch Ness monster in Scotland. Only Jacob and his tribe call me that. My family calls me by my real name Renesmee.
"So what do you feel like doing today?" Jacob asked.
"We could go to the beach later in the evening," I said nonchalantly.
"Ok, but would you rather do something else? You don't sound so enthusiastic about going to the beach."
I smiled, "I want to show you something first at home."
"Oh?" he said inquisitively.
I drew a portrait of him last night with a wolf in the background.
The words raced out, "I made you something; I hope you like it." I reminded myself of Aunt Alice just then. I speak really fast when I get excited.
"Well, now I can't wait to see it," Jacob said.
We ran at a quick pace to the main house. I heard one of the songs that my father composed for me in the far distance. "Aw, my dad is playing my song," I gushed. Jacob frowned, "I can't hear a thing but birds and the restlessness of the forest. Man I wish I could have senses as keen as yours. I'm jealous."
"Finally, something I can do better than you."
Jacob playfully ruffled my hair.
"Stop it Jacob."
"Do you hear it now?" I asked as we got closer.
"No… Oh wait a minute. I think I hear music now?"
We had to run a few more yards until Jacob confirmed that he clearly heard the song playing.
We shortly arrived at the main house after we passed my parents cottage. I moved in the main house a few years ago so I could have a bigger more modern bedroom. My parents didn't mind, it just meant that they had a little more privacy to be the love sick couple that they are.
We both cleaned our feet of on the deck so we wouldn't track any dirt in the house and entered the living room. My father was slouched over the grand piano playing relaxed. My grandmother was sitting on the large white sofa with her eyes closed. Her face looked peaceful. She wasn't asleep because vampires don't sleep. I'm the only one in my family that requires it. My grandmother smiled, "Renesmee, did you have fun?" Her eyes opened. They were golden amber; the brightest that they could be. She must have hunted this morning. "Yes Grandma," I answered.
My family's eye color changes when they are nourished with blood. The less nourished they are, their eyes are dark... almost black. Animal blood makes their eyes golden amber. Vampires who choose to drink human blood eyes are red. I eat human food along with animal blood, but my eyes will remain brown at all times.
"Hi Jacob," she said as she stood up to greet him.
"Hi Mrs. Cullen." Jacob walked towards her and gave her a hug. She played it off well that she wasn't slightly repulsed by his smell. Jacob must have realized that he may have been more fragrant from his dried sweat. "Oh I'm sorry, excuse my ignorance. I was running around all morning."
"I'm waiting for my kiss," my father said as he spun his torso around to face us. I rushed to his side and gave him a peck on his cheek.
"Thanks Darling." He looked at Jacob. "How are you Jacob?" my father asked.
"Just fine Edward," Jacob answered.
"Ew… Who let in the dog?"Aunt Rosalie called from upstairs in her room. It was in a sense frustrating watching Jacob and Aunt Rosalie bicker the way they do. She is the only one who gets pleasure out of tormenting him. To my knowledge, Jacob has never done anything wrong to her. Jacob's jaw was tense as if he was trying to not say something. My father also has the ability to read minds; even from miles away. He was too amused by Jacob's thoughts directed to my aunt. "Hey Rosalie," my father called out. He started to chuckle. I read his mind. He was replaying the blonde joke that Jacob was trying to hold in. "Yes Edward," she answered sounding a bit bothered.
"Oh never mind." My father decided not to tell the joke.
"What did Jacob say?" she demanded. We all exploded in laughter except for my grandmother.
"Jacob do you want something to eat?" Grandma asked. I knew Jacob was hungry. He's an empty pit.
"Oh, no thanks I'm fine," he answered.
"I hope you're not trying to be reserved are you?" she replied. "There's fried chicken, corn and mash potatoes in the fridge. I just have to heat it up for you." Grandma had the most warming smile. Who could resist her? Jacob looked at me as if he was searching for me to say it was ok.
"Go ahead," I whispered.
"Well I'm a little hungry," he admitted.
"Liar," I mumbled under my breath. I heard his stomach grumble a few times on our way here.
Jacob followed grandma to the kitchen.
"I have to change my clothes before we go to the beach," I called out.
"Sure sure," Jacob replied.
I turned to face my father. He stood up from the piano. He looked a bit worried.
"What's wrong Dad?"
"Are you worried about Mom?"
My mother was visiting family up in Alaska along with Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper. They won't be home for a few days. My father is a bit edgy. He's so spazed when they are apart. I miss her, and my father misses her too. When I listen to him by accident this morning, he was counting. I think he's counting the minutes they're apart. My father is utterly romantic. I bet he wants to tell mom how many minutes they were apart when she gets back.
"Mom will be home before you know it," I assured him.
"Yes, I have to admit that I'm a bit anxious, but don't occupy your thoughts with worrying about me Renesmee," he said in a parental way.
"How could I not be concerned about you?" I questioned. "I feel your stress as if it were my own."
My father gently smiled, "Well I will ease your stress. I'm fine."
"I miss her too," I admitted.
My family is very close... and unique. I've been surrounded by so much love ever since I could remember. I'm amazed at the dynamics of it all. I sometimes compare us to families on TV. I look like I could be my parent's sister. We look around the same age. My father has been a vampire for 113 years. He was turned when he was 17 years old. My mother has been a vampire for almost 8 years. She actually became a vampire on the day that I was born at the age of 19. I was on a major growth spurt through my entire existence. I was born full term only four weeks after I was conceived. I spoke my first word at one week, walked perfectly at four weeks, and when I was only three months old, I looked like a two year old. I had to be sheltered from the public eye in order to not cause suspicion of me being something supernatural. In a way, I've lived a sheltered life; not experiencing traditional schools and having a bunch of friends. I plan on going to the high school my parents went to in a few months. My Uncle Jasper is having someone make fake records for me so that I can enter 11th grade mid-year. I would like to go to college and get a degree so I can experience working in a field that I enjoy. I'm not sure what I want to do yet? But I'm excited about attending school. Aunt Alice told me that she enjoyed it. She basically enjoys any interaction with people because she is so friendly. I've been pre warned that high school could be somewhat childish and that some teens are not as friendly as they portray themselves to be. My family worries that I would get my feelings hurt because they say that I'm too optimistic… and can be naive at times because I don't know a large group of personalities. My Uncle Emmett says that I need to get thicker skin in order to make it through high school unscathed. Ironically, I will be the only person in that school with skin as physically durable as mine.
I'm finally at my physical maturity. I've grown a total of 5 feet 7 inches in eight years and 11 ½ months. They say my body is physically around 18-19 years old. My father says that I most likely stopped growing and aging a year ago. My family believes this because of reassurance they have from first hand stories from my half breed friend Nahuel. He comes to visit with his Aunt Huilen sometimes. Every time he's here, Jacob is on edge. I don't know why? Nahuel is very nice. The first time I met him, I was only a few months old. But I actually looked like I was two years old at the time. I guess his existence helped stopped a major war. There was a big misunderstanding with the Volturi; the group that governs all vampires. They thought that I was an immortal child... a human turned vampire as a child. It is forbidden to change a human when they are babies. They did not know that I was born this way and wanted to destroy me. That was one of the hardest days for my parents. We all thought that we were going to die. I remember it like it was yesterday, clinging to Jacob's neck. Oh... and the look in my mother's eyes. Nahuel proved to them that half breeds exist. Once they had this knowledge, they backed away from killing my family.
Nahuel is coming down to visit for my ninth birthday in a few weeks on September 10th. The party will be for both my mother and I. (since our birthdays are only three days apart).
My father's lips were almost in a pout. I couldn't stand seeing him like this. I reached out and gave him a hug. He embraced me in his arms. I projected "I love you." He whispered, "I love you too."
"You know you can just ask her to come back early?" I suggested.
"No, I want her to enjoy herself. She's having fun with Tanya and Kate. It's good to have interactions with people other than us."
"But we're the best thing," I said excitingly. He smiled and hugged me tighter.
"The Wonder Twins," I added. We both turned to face the large mirror in the living room.
"Who can resist that face," I said cupping his face and squeezing his marble hard cheeks.
My Uncle Emmet calls us The Wonder Twins since we look so much alike. I have my father's features. He looks like he gave birth to me. The only major differences are my brown eyes and curly hair; even though our hair color is the same. I opened my mind so he could hear my thoughts.
"You know I can call her and ask her to come home early… this way you won't have to feel guilty," I projected.
"No, that's ok Renesmee," he answered.
It was ok to read my father's mind when we both agreed on the action.
"Ok. Please stop sulking then... it's not healthy," I projected.
"Pardon me, but who's the parent here?" he said playfully.
"You are... but that doesn't mean you can't listen to me."
He chuckled, "On the contrary, I can't' listen to you when you don't want me to."
"Like mother like daughter," I said out loud. No one can read my mind unless I put my shield down. My mother is the same way.
"I'm going to change."
My father looked down at my dress and pointed to a grass stain.
"Oh no?" I gasped.
"Grandma will get that out for you," he said reassuringly.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh nothing. This must have happened when we were racing."
My father sighed.
"I'm going to change into something more suitable for the beach."
I flew upstairs. Aunt Rosalie was sitting at her desk on her lap top with her door open.
"Hi Aunt Rosalie," I said as I flew by.
She called out to me while I was going through my bedroom door.
"Yes," I answered.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" she sounded as if it was urgent.
"Sure… what's up?"
I spun to go back in the direction of her room. Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmet's room was large and had a feminine appeal to it; too much pale pink. They even had a chandelier over their bed. Uncle Emmett had no input on the design of the room; totally all Aunt Rosalie. My aunt is extremely beautiful with long wavy blonde hair. She's built like a model and is the tallest of the women in our coven at 5 ft 9. She's gotten better with her vanity over the years, but still stares at a mirror more often than normal. Aunt Rosalie was turned at the age of 18 by my grandfather Carlisle. He found her dying on the street. She was brutally attacked by her fiancé and his drunken friends in the early 1900's. It breaks my heart to think that she was raped and left for dead. I'm glad that she fell in love with Uncle Emmet only two years after she was turned. They don't seem like a perfect couple if you look at them at a glance, but they are in love with each other.
I reached her doorway. She had an odd look to her; pleasant with an undertone of suspicion.
"I wanted to tell you that your picture of Jacob was... beautiful. Well the drawing... not the subject," she said sarcastically.
I scoffed, "You don't think that Jacob is beautiful? I mean... well he's great you know."
Aunt Rosalie's lips pursed. "I don't know how to say this? Has he ever… made you feel uncomfortable or emotionally pushy to you?"
My face scrunched up. "No, I don't understand your question."
"Has your relationship changed from friends to… anything more?"
"Oh, you mean like a boyfriend? No." I chuckled. I didn't want to tell my Aunt the strange feelings I was starting to have, or the countless dreams I have of him. She is so harsh on Jacob and she would have a strong bias against the thought of it. I really wish that Aunt Alice was here.
Aunt Rosalie's lips pressed together.
"I just want you to know that you always have a choice of who you want to be with when you are ready for a relationship. You may meet someone one day like Aunt Alice met Uncle Jasper."
"Yeaahh ok," I said skeptically.
I figured this is coming from the odd conversation I almost caught a few days ago. I wanted to ask her about what they were talking about. I tried my best to stay out of her head. I was so tempted to hear. My father was suddenly at the door.
"Renesmee… Jacob is about to eat all of the food in the house," he said with a false urgency.
"Oh, I'll be ready soon."
I heard Aunt Rosalie hiss. I turned back to face her and her face was smooth. I looked at my father with a puzzled look on my face.
"I'll talk to you later," Aunt Rosalie said.
"Ok," I replied.
I glanced back and forth from Aunt Rosalie to my father. My father smiled slightly as he moved away from the door for me to pass.
I dashed to my room. I wonder if my father came to stop Aunt Rosalie from telling me something. This is ridiculous. Somebody is going to tell me something. If it's something about me, I should know. I'll ask my mom when she comes back. I'll ask Jacob. I'm glad that I can keep my father from reading my mind when I want. If he could he would be trying to read my mind right now.
I have a family filled with special abilities. Aunt Alice can see the future based on people's decisions; even though it may be subjective. If a person changes their mind, her vision will change along with it. Unfortunately, she can't see the future of shape shifters or half breeds because she's never experienced what it's like to exist as one. Her husband Uncle Jasper can tamper with your emotions by calming you. He also has exceptional fighting skills. He was a major in the Confederate army before he was turned. He is the most skilled fighter out of our coven. He can fight off multiple vampires by himself without even concentrating. My Uncle Emmet is the strongest out of my family. I don't think that that's a special ability, he's just very muscular. He's built like a bear or more realistically; a line backer standing at 6 ft. 5. He's almost as tall as Jacob.
My grandfather Carlisle is not affected by the smell of human blood. He's been a doctor for 300 years and is currently a doctor at the local hospital. Not being affected by the smell of blood may not be a special ability, but not many vampires can easily dismiss the urge to hunger for human blood if they smell it. My father told me that he has an unparalleled gift of compassion; and I see that in his actions. He's in the public eye more than anyone in my family. The town is amazed on how young he still looks. He was tuned when he was only twenty four. He dyes a few hairs on his temples gray to make him look a bit older, but his skin is still flawlessly smooth. If I didn't know him I would say that he could pass off for early thirties at the most. We may have to move in a few years so that the town won't get too suspicious of why the good doctor and his wife are so youthful. My grandma was turned at twenty six. Hopefully they think that they've had plastic surgery.
The only human relatives that are still living are my Grandpa Charlie and his ex- wife Grandma Rene. I don't see her that often. She lives in Florida. My name was derived from both of my grandmother's names. It was my mother's idea to blend Rene and Esme together. I don't call grandma 'Grandma Esme' because it fits better just to call her grandma. It's ironic that one grandma was there for my birth and the other one found out about my existence two years later. My Grandpa Charlie even found out about me when I was only a few days old. He's the police chief of Forks. The town is a few miles south west from here. He was told the same day that he found out that shape shifters were real. Jacob decided to show him that he was a shape shifter by changing into a werewolf first earlier that day to slowly break it to him that I was different. I'm glad he didn't have a heart attack that day. He also found out that my mother was different on that day too. It was the first time he saw my mother after she was changed into a vampire. He noticed the change in her voice and completion. He handled it pretty well. Jacob asked him to only ask questions on a need to know basis. My parents told him that I was my father's adopted niece. He didn't believe that story once he saw how similar I looked to my mother and his self. My grandfather slowly put the pieces together and realized that I was my parent's biological child. It was hard for him to grasp since he saw my mother only a month ago. I guess letting him know that supernatural things exists help him accept the obvious. My grandfather agreed to keep my true story a secret. Since I wasn't in the public eye until I was fully grown, he never had to explain me while growing up. He now keeps a picture of my mother and I on his fireplace mantle. Of course it's an indoor picture. Uncle Jasper helped photo shop her eyes and skin to make her look more natural. It was told to his friends that I was my grandmother's niece who moved here two years ago. He's very good with the supernatural now… since his best friend Billy is the father of a shape shifter and his good friend Sue Clearwater is the mother of two. He understands the importance of keeping the knowledge of vampires a secret. He knows that the Volturi will hunt him down and destroy us if they knew he was aware and had no plans on becoming one. The Volturi made a small exception for my mother because my family told them that they were planning on turning her. Plus they knew it was true by seeing my Aunt Alice's predictions. The Leader of the Volturi can see your every thought in life if he touches you. He creeps me out. He came to visit a few times to study my development. I'm glad I can keep him from my thoughts.
My grandmother Rene on the other hand learned about my existence when I was much older. They kept me a secret because they thought it was too dangerous for her to know about me until they were absolutely sure that she could handle it. Grandma Rene is very care free and holding on to her youth. Sometimes it seems like she wants to be a teenager more than a woman in her mid forties. Sadly she was recently divorced from her husband Phil. He was cheating on her with a younger woman that he got pregnant. I know that this has damaged her self-esteem. I'm counting down the days until she ask to be turned into a vampire. She already spoke to my mother about the idea a few years ago. I think she's serious about going through with it someday soon. If so, she would have to be monitored for years to make sure she doesn't want to hunt for human blood. My mother was not the norm when she was a newborn vampire. She had no cravings to kill and easily adjusted to drinking animal blood.
And then there's Jacob. He's not related to me biologically… but he is a part of our family. His abilities are great strength and rejuvenation. Even in human form, Jacob is much stronger than a human and his senses are much keener. He's almost indestructible. It wouldn't kill him if he got hit by a bus; he would eventually heal. When Jacob's a werewolf, he's as strong as a vampire and can command his pack to do anything he wants with a simple thought. That's because he is the leader of the pack… or Alpha Wolf. Nevertheless, I love my interesting family. I got a feeling it's about to get more interesting if Grandma Rene is going to be a newborn for a few years. (Hide your wife… Hide your kids. She's biting everybody.)
I quickly changed into a pair of jean shorts and a fancy purple top that Aunt Alice gave me. I ran a comb through my curly windswept hair and put it in a ponytail to make it a little neater. While I was looking in the dresser mirror, I stared at my face. I wonder if Jacob finds me attractive? I blew a kiss and flirted with my eyes. I looked and felt silly. Oh this is so frustrating. I shouldn't be feeling this way, but I do. Jacob would probably freak out if he thought that I was attracted to him. I don't want to make our friendship weird. I looked in my closet for a pair of purple shoes. I had every color. It looks like they were rearranged to match the order of colors of the rainbow. Aunt Alice must have reorganized them. I can't keep her out of my closet. She's either adding things I never picked out or trying to kidnap my band T-shirts so I can't find them. She must have an aversion against comfortable clothes. I don't feel like dressing like I'm on the run way every day. I like to look and feel comfortable. This top is a stretch for me though. It's so girly; it shows a little of my cleavage and has a fancy print. Subconsciously I hope it makes Jacob's eyes pop out.
I flew down the steps and headed to the kitchen. I didn't see my father or Aunt Rosalie along the way. Jacob and Grandma were sitting at the table. Jacob was guzzling down a large glass of apple juice. Grandma was shaking her head in amazement. Jacob burped loudly.
"Excuse me," he said embarrassed.
"You're excused," we both said in unison.
"I think Jacob forgot that he was not really hungry," Grandma said.
"Oh, it was so good Mrs. Cullen. Thank you so much!"
"Oh you're welcome dear. And don't ever feel awkward to eat here. You're always invited, even if no one verbally invited you. I want you to feel at home when you are here. We consider you a part of our family. You can consider this your second home." Jacob smiled. "Aw thank you," he said.
Jacob glanced at my top. "Ahh, I like that top. It's really pretty."
He continued smiling while looking at me. I didn't know if he was smiling because he really liked the way I looked today or if it was his normal cheerfulness.
"Thanks… Aunt Alice got this for me from Paris a few months ago." I looked down at the top and pulled it away from my torso. "She's trying to make me dress like her. But I really do like this top too." I turned to Grandma, "Where's dad and Aunt Rosalie?"
"Your father stepped out for awhile. He said to tell you to have a good time tonight. And I'm not sure where Rosalie went."
Hmm, I thought to myself. Grandma walked over and opened the stainless steel refrigerator door. "When Carlisle gets home from the hospital, I'll go to the market and stock up on some more food," she said. Jacob looked down on the floor. "Is there anything in particular you want me to get for you?" she asked.
"Donuts! I love donuts with icing," I blurted out.
"And you Jacob?"
"Wha, what?" Jacob sounded stunned.
"Anything you want in the house for you to eat?"
"Seriously?" Jacob asked surprised.
"Oh, Um… well chicken... salmon. And do you know how to make corn bread?"
"Yes. I may not eat food anymore… but I pretty much know how to make most dishes. The Food Network stays on a lot around here. Plus I also cook for Renesmee... when she wants to eat food and cook for her Grandfather Charlie.
You know Renesmee is a great cook too."
"Really?" Jake said with his voice raising an octave. I hit him in the arm. "Ouch!" He started rubbing his arm.
"Who do you think watches the Food Network with me?" Grandma asked.
"Well I'll have to judge for myself," he said folding his arms.
Grandma chuckled as she started to rinse the dish off. "Come Jacob! I have to show you something before we leave." Jacob followed me to the studio. This room was originally a den, but Grandfather changed it into a place where we could paint and make all sorts of things. I actually was born in this room, so I have a special connection with it. Aunt Alice uses one corner to sew clothes. She can make enough clothes to fill a boutique in fifteen minutes. But she donates most clothes to Forks' homeless shelters and high school students that need prom dresses. For the past two years, I've volunteered my talent by drawing pictures for the seniors at the retirement home and painting murals for local schools and hospitals.
My isle was in the corner next to the window wall. It was covered with a white tarp. I reached over the isle to tug at the tarp. It fell to the ground. I kept my eyes on Jacob to see his expression. It was worth it. His jaw dropped.
"Wow Nessie… this is awesome! It looks like a photo," he said amazed. I smiled ear to ear as I watched his expression. I drew a picture of Jacob (from his head to his torso) with the forest behind him. On the far left corner I drew a reddish brown wolf howling on top of a bolder. Only my family, his family, and pack member's will know that the wolf is actually Jacob.
"I love it," Jacob said as his voice cracked.
"Thanks, it's yours. You're not gonna cry on me are ya?" I said jokingly.
"No," Jacob said as he looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds.
"Oh my God, you are…"I belted out.
"Noooo. Ahem ahem." Jacob cleared his throat.
"I won't think of you any less if you are. I'm touched that you like it so much." " "It's great Nessie. Thank you so much."
Jacob opened his arms wide for me to fall in and squeezed tightly. Oh this felt so good. I closed my eyes and inhaled. Jacob did not smell to me as he did with the rest of my family. He had a musky smell that I was use to. Shape shifters have a distinct smell that most vampires find repulsive. On the other hand vampires smell different from humans. They have a sweeter smell. Since Jacob is around so much, my family has gotten use to his scent. I got lost in his hug and held on longer than he did. Once he noticed that I didn't let go he hugged me again. His bare chest was pressed against my face making my cheek feel hot. All I could think about was how close his body was to me. The moisture of his skin mixed with mine. The heat from his biceps that encaged me made my body tingle in appreciation of his touch. Last night I dreamed that he kissed my neck. I have no idea of what that feels like. I assume it would tickle in a different way than being tickled by fingers. The people on TV react in odd ways when someone kisses their neck… or any other part of their body other than their cheek or forehead. I've never been intimate with anyone… so I have no clue. He's still a virgin also. But I have no idea if he's kissed anyone; he hasn't told me that he has or hasn't. It would be hard to believe that he hasn't. There are a few women in his tribe that can't keep their eyes off of him. I can now honestly see why. He is noticeably more handsome than most men. These were the most dragged out seconds of my day. I wish I had the power to stop time. Then I could stay in his arms… this close to his warm body for hours.
He kissed the top of my head; his designated spot since I could remember and we pulled away from each other. I really wanted the hug to last longer… but that would have been odd. If I didn't know any better it felt like the room slightly turned. I never felt dizzy before, only heard about it.
"I'll pick it up after we come back from the beach," Jacob said proudly.
"Ok," I said with my voice breaking.
I was caught off guard a bit because of how my body felt. I was tingly all over and especially in between my legs. My eyes looked at the crook of his neck for a split second and wondered what it taste like... This is so wrong. Jacob is my best friend… I shouldn't feel this way… but I do.
We arrived at First beach. The moon was already high in the sky casting a glow on the water and on the large white beached trees. The air was cool and the smell of the ocean was cleansing. The majority of the wolf pack was there. I was hoping that we could be alone, but Seth spotted us from far away and whistled for us to join them. Paul and Embry were play wrestling in the sand only a few yards away from the bon fire.
The Quileute tribe was the closest interactions I had with other humans. Well humans and shape shifters. My family would take me to other countries for vacations, but they were limited to explore only in the night. The direct sunlight makes my families skin sparkle like a disco ball. Since it's cloudy in Washington for the majority of the time, they can blend in without being recognized as something supernatural. Since I'm half human, my skin doesn't have the same reaction to sunlight. So Jacob and I would spend the day's together while on vacation. This summer we went to Disney Land. Jacob keeps a framed picture of us in Mickey Mouse ears on his dresser in his bedroom. I have numerous of pictures from that trip. One of my favorites was Jacob showing off dancing at the club we went to one night. Jacob loves to joke around a lot… but a 6 foot 6 man break dancing just looks wrong. It took me forever to stop laughing. We had so much fun that week. I hope we could go there again sometime soon; maybe ditch the parents this time. It would be nice to only be with Jacob. He may find it weird though. It would be like going on vacation with just your sister. He sees me as only his best friend. I wish that he could see me in another light. I seriously doubt that I could trust another man like I trust him. He would be perfect for me. We're so much alike. It would be wrong for us to not be together. We're misfits in this world. Not to degrade us or anything… just not the norm… like all human. Ok… I shouldn't say misfits… Just special. Because we do fit… we just fit better in our little secluded world… a world that I could never see living without him.
The Quileute's are comfortable with supernatural. They have a few members including Jacob that aren't aging. As long as a pack member phases into a werewolf, their aging is stopped. Jacob stopped aging when he was sixteen; around nine and a half years ago. Yet he's built like a grown man who goes to the gym every day.
"Hey you guys, you're walking like you have led feet," Seth called out.
I scanned the area and noticed that I was the only female in the group. Great, a bunch of testosterone junkies. Leah sometimes joins the pack at the beach. She's my best girlfriend, but I haven't seen her in a few weeks. I usually talk to her on a weekly basis and texed her daily, but she's become distant within the last month. I also spend around five nights with her every month when I get my period. I used to spend that time over Grandpa Charlie's house… But it's more fun to go to La push as I'm quarantined. I don't mind that much if it makes my family feel more comfortable. My parents are not bothered by my cycle at all. That just shows that their extra clingy… or maybe it's just a form of their unconditional love?
The wolf pack feels like my extended family, well they are my extended family.
Leah's younger brother Seth is the closest to our family besides Jacob. Sometimes it seems like he's attached to my father's hip. I guess he looks up to my father; like an older brother or uncle. The most mature members are Sam, Quil, and Embry. Sam was the former alpha pack leader before Jacob took over years ago. Jacob could have been the pack leader as soon as he phased at sixteen because of his birthrights, but he didn't want the responsibility and let Sam continue to lead the pack. Embry is Sam's half brother. Embry and Sam recently found out that they were brothers a few years ago through a blood test. Sam's father finally agreed to the testing. For years there was a question of who Embry's father was since the shape shifter trait is inherited only in the Quileute tribe. His mother was from another tribe and moved here when she was pregnant.
It was rumored that Jacob's or Quil's dad could also be Embry's father. I knew from reading Jacob's fathers mind that he never cheated on his wife Sara. He loved her more than life. I knew I intruded in his thoughts, but I had to know. Jacob didn't bite my head off because he had to know also. I never met Jacob's mother because she died before I was born. I've seen pictures of her around Jacob's house… and she was extremely beautiful. I mean stunning; which explains why Jacob is so gorgeous. Quil is Jacob's 2nd cousin. They act more like brothers than cousins though. Well since some brothers don't get along… I should say they are extremely close. Collin and Brady are the youngest and the silliest. I have to admit that they matured a bit within the last few years. Jared is lighthearted who always places bets on everything. He's the best hunter since his vision is sharper than the other pack members. And then there's Paul. I don't care too much for him. He's very cocky and has a bad temper. Unfortunately he's Jacob's brother in law. He married his older sister Rachel a few years ago. On a few occasions Jacob and Paul had a few heated words because of the way he treats me sometimes. I don't think he likes me that well. He always makes me feel uncomfortable, but I'm purposely extra nice to him to make him mad, or simply see his prejudice ways.
All his life he grew up hearing stories of murderous vampires and how his ancestors protected his tribe for centuries. Well all of them did. It seems like Paul is the only one that has hard time accepting the truce between my family and the Quileute's. When my family first visited here a long time ago, they made an agreement to not fight with each other because my family's life style did not include killing humans to feed. The only blood that we drink is animal blood.
All of the other pack members have accepted my family, even fought beside them against other vampires. Paul acts cordial around my family but saves the attitude for me when I'm just with them. He wouldn't dare act that way in front of my father. My dad would rip his head off… literally. Well I guess every family has their special relative that is hard to get along with or has issues. And the Quileute tribe seems to be an extended family for me because we hang around each other so much.
We continued to walk at a normal pace even though we saw Seth getting impatient that we were not walking faster.
"Is Leah ok? I haven't seen her in awhile," I asked.
"Yeah she's fine. She's just going through something now. She hasn't phased in awhile, so no one really knows what's going on with her."
I frowned. I have to go see her to make sure she's ok. This is not like her to not return my calls and her text doesn't say much anymore.
"Are you ok?" Jacob asked.
"Yeah, I'm just worried about her that's all."
"I'm sure she's fine."
"I'll stop by since she's dodging my calls."
We reached the camp fire. Paul had Embry pined on the ground with his forearm pressed against his neck. Embry was laughing and gasping for air at the same time.
"Hey Nessie," Seth said smiling.
"I give up… I give up!" Embry yelled.
Paul got off of Embry with a smug look on his face. Embry leaped off of the ground and started brushing off the sand. "Whatever," he mumbled as he walked over to sit on a log. Jared yelled, "Pay up guys!"
"Hey guys," Jacob said.
A multiple of "Heys" and "What's ups" murmured in unison. I waved Hi to everyone.
Seth reached his arm out to show me an empty spot on the log.
"Have a seat Madam," Seth said playfully with a British accent.
"Thanks," I replied.
Jacob sat beside me forcing Quil to scoot over. Quil almost lost his balance on the log as Jacob playfully nudged him.
"Hey, I guess you were busy today when we all went cliff diving," Paul said sarcastically. It seemed like Paul wasn't in a good mood tonight. It's very rare to find him in one. Jacob told me that he does joke and play around when I'm not there. I don't see how Jacob's sister Rachel can put up with Paul… unless he's a totally different person in private.
"Sorry, I had other plans," Jacob answered. Jacob gave Paul a look as if to say cut it out.
I turned to Seth, "Seth, my dad said that you started learning how to play the keyboard. I didn't know that."
"Yeah, I got a DVD -Rom for beginners. Your Dad said that he would help me learn my keys."
"That's cool," I replied.
I caught a glance of Paul smirking and looking disgusted in my peripheral vision. He doesn't like the fact that Seth is so close with my father. They have a unique bond since they fought side by side years ago. My father looks at Seth as a younger brother; and Seth thinks it's great. I wish that Paul could have an open mind like Seth, and judge us for how we treat them and not simply what we are.
I know that other vampires have put his tribe in danger before, and he's bred to kill us. Sometimes I believe that the only reason Paul doesn't take a swipe at me is because of the verdict Jacob commanded to not harm any of the Cullen's. Since Jacob is the Alpha male now, all of the pack members have to obey him; even if they don't want to. They are not physically capable of disobeying any command that Jacob makes. It's like magic. Leah was the second in command last year, but stepped down for Quil so she could get a break.
"Maybe you will play for us one day soon?" I asked Seth.
"Ah, I don't know how soon that will be. I have to make sure I no longer sound like I'm tone deaf… unless you wanna hear chop sticks?" Seth said with a funny expression on his face. Jacob and I both chuckled.
After we finished laughing, Jacob gazed at me longer than usual… like he was thinking about something. He looked so beautiful. My thoughts drifted off to the contours of his face; mostly his lips. I imagined what it would be like to kiss him and what his tongue would feel like inside my mouth. His mouth looked so inviting. All of a sudden, a chill went through my body and my heart started pounding. My ears started to burn. Then I felt a tugging sensation inside me. What is happening to me? I started to panic just a little. "Are you ok?" Jacob asked as he scanned my features on my face. My expression must have caused him concern. I started breathing quickly.
"I… I have to go … I'm sorry."
"Wha?" Jacob looked confused.
"Nessie what's wrong!" Jacob's voice got louder. My reaction must have frightened him. We had the attention of Seth and Quil. Quil leaned over on the log to get a better look of what was going on. That only got the attention of Paul and the others. Everyone stopped their personal conversations and was focused on us. I figured if I got up and ran home full speed, I could make it there in around twenty seconds. But it wouldn't help that Jacob would be on my heels and capable of stopping me in my tracks.
I was too embarrassed to have to explain anything. I glanced at Seth and Quil. They had a concerned look on their face. Paul was already standing with his head tilted trying to figure out what was going on. This must be a panic attack I thought to myself. Where's Uncle Jasper when you need him. Jacob put both of his hands on my shoulders. "Nessie, Nessie!" I sprung up from the log. Jacob's hand ripped my top as I darted away from the beach. I heard a growl accompanied with the sound of shredded clothes. I ran as quickly as I could. I was too mortified to stop. I heard Jacob's paws beat the grown with a deep flutter. I'm pretty sure that Jacob didn't stop me because he was being cautious; he didn't want to chance hurting me by accident.
I was so upset that I misjudged hundred of branches. I didn't even care. They struck my face but felt like feathers. I saw the light from the three story window that covered the entire rear side of the house. "Daddy!" I screamed in my head. My father was at the back yard in a split second crouched ready to pounce. It dawned on me in the next second that my father would most likely kill whatever I was running from. He looked at my panicked face. At this time it was only panicked because of the poor choice I made to call him. He then looked behind me and saw Jacob as a werewolf chasing me. His eye twitched; most likely due to assessing who was chasing me trying to understand. He looked at me again and noticed my ripped top. His nostrils flared.
My father leaped over me and tackled Jacob to the ground. "No!" I yelled. "He didn't do anything… stop!" Jacob twisted from my father's grip and tried to run away. My father caught him by his hair on his back and pulled him back to the ground. Jacob yelped in pain. Uncle Emmet and Aunt Rosalie appeared at the sliding glass door. Aunt Rosalie had a slight smile on her face. Uncle Emmett looked confused as if he didn't know whether to jump in to help my father or to stop him. "Uncle Emmett, please stop him! Jacob didn't do anything. Please!" I begged.
Grandma suddenly appeared and gripped my father's arms restraining him. She looked at Uncle Emmet as if to say a little help here. My father did not struggle. Uncle Emmet dashed in between Jacob and my father and Grandma with his arms stretched. Jacob's rib cage was expanding in and out as he was breathing hard. His eyes were squinted. He looked like he was in pain. "Perhaps someone can explain why Jacob is chasing you with your clothes torn?" my father said in a controlled voice. He continued, "I'm reluctant to ask but require explanation or else I will have to graciously apologize to my mother for tossing her to kill him."
Aunt Rosalie started clapping with excitement. I quickly tried to explain. "Dad I'm sorry. I was having a panic attack and I ran home. My top only got torn when I ran away. Jacob was only following me to see what was wrong. I swear, Jacob didn't do anything wrong." I opened my mind so he could see what happened. To my regret, I started with me feeling flush from thinking about Jacob's smile and wanting to kiss him. My father's face was pained as he understood my embarrassment and emotional struggle. He sighed, "Renesmee… I… I'm sorry." Aunt Rosalie's eyes were wide as if she was still waiting for something violent to occur. Uncle Emmett lowered his arms as Grandma let my father's arms free. Jacob was still standing in place breathing heavy. I ran to my father's side and hugged him. My eyes were stinging filling up with tears.
"Emmett… go get Jacob something to wear please," Grandma said softly.
"Dad I'm so confused," I projected. "I think I'm..."
He kissed the top of my head.
"I'm genuinely sorry Jacob. I hope that I did not harm you," my father said painfully.
"That's it?" Aunt Rosalie whispered disappointed.
Uncle Emmett came back with a pair of faded maroon sweat pants with Forks High School on the leg. He placed it in Jacob's mouth. Jacob nodded his head to him to say thank you. Then he ran past the corner of the house to phase back and get dressed. Aunt Rosalie huffed, "I'm going to finish reading my new books." Uncle Emmet took Aunt Rosalie's hand and went into the house.
"Maybe Jaspers' rubbing off on me? You see how Edward just stopped when I got in the middle," Uncle Emmett said as he passed the dining room table.
"I'm pretty sure it was Esme Honey," Aunt Rosalie countered.
Jacob came from around the corner with my Uncle's clothes on. He walked at a slow pace as if he dreaded reaching us. I was still clinging to my father. I looked up at him with worry in my eyes. He gently smiled at me. "Mom sure picked a good time to go away, huh?" he mentioned. Jacob slowly reached us. My father must have read his mind. He gave Jacob a meaningful look. Jacob slightly nodded his head.
"Are you ok?" dad asked looking me dead in my eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine, I'm sorry for all of this," I mumbled.
"Shhhh… you have nothing to be sorry for," he said as he cupped my face and kissed my forehead.
"Not entirely, I could have called you not like I was running for my life." We both smiled. But my smile was derived from guilt.
"I'll talk to you when you get in," he said in a loving tone.
"Ok… I love you," I projected.
"I love you too."
My father dashed into the house and my extra back bone was gone. Towering a foot over me was my emotional nemesis. There was no time to be evasive. I had to explain the cause of my panic attack. I most certainly did not want the entire house hold listening to my confused example of an explanation. My family's senses are more heightened than mine. I took a deep breath. Jacob gazed at me in silence. His face looked torn.
"Nessie," he said softly.
"Shhh… I want to talk to you in private," I explained.
"Oh yeah… that's right."
"Give me one moment and meet me by the side of the house."
Jacob ran around the corner of the house. I was really nervous about discussing why I freaked out, but I shortly followed him. Jacob came around the corner already phased holding the pair of sweat pants in his mouth. "Get on my back," he thought. I climbed up on his back and we ran off into the forest. He stopped near the banks of Lake Pleasant; far enough for my family not to hear. I leaped off of his back and he ran behind a tree. I bit my bottom lip as I waited for him to phase back. I looked out onto the lake and noticed the moonlight kissing the gentle waves. I heard Jacob walking up behind me. I was trying to figure out what I was going to say. It was too late to back down now. I courageously turned around to face him and took a deep breath.