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I wiped my hands on the towel that I had tucked into the waistband of my jeans. I decided that today I was going to attempt to make some of Emily Uley's famous muffins. Not sure if they were famous, but Jacob always raved about them. I blew a piece of hair out from my eyes as my mind began wander. I looked out the window of my new house that I shared with Jacob and couldn't help but smile.
It's been a week since Jacob and I moved out of his childhood house, and into the quaint three bedrooms and two and half bath home. At first, I thought about moving in here by myself but of course, Jacob wasn't going to have none of that. He hasn't let me out of his sight for longer than it takes to go to the bathroom on some days. Even though it was mu day off today and Jacob was at work, I knew there was a wolf sitting just beyond the yard and in the dense forest ahead of me.
Things have been going great. Yeah, it's been a little weird knowing that the family has decided to up and leave and the fact that I haven't even heard from Mom and Dad surprised me but I managed. Then there were the changes that have been happening to my body. The period thing threw me for a loop. It was something I never had to deal with before and now in the last two months I have been very regular, almost down to the minute. However, that's not all that has changed about me. It's almost as if I am more human now than I ever was before.
I only hunt around that time of the month now. Human foods appease me, which is something I never really cared that much for in the past. I love to experiment with my cooking and adding new herbs and spices. What has been odd though, is my senses seemed to have died down. Before I had very acute eyesight, hearing, and sense of smell. Now it seems like I truly have to focus. I haven't mentioned anything to Jacob because I don't want him to worry. It just seems like me being more human falls under the complications of what makes me his imprint. At first, when he mentioned the period I was worried and scared but now I'm okay with it. Jacob and Carlisle's theory of my body preparing itself to provide for Jacob is fine by me. Yet, I sometimes wonder if I am becoming too human. Will I live for eternity, like the other half-breeds and my family think? Believe it to not, I'm okay if I don't live forever, as long as I have Jacob with me.
I jumped some when I heard the knock on the door. As I said, my senses have been off. I walked over to the front door and opened it to reveal a little girl with long black hair and dark eyes, the signature look of the tribe. I smiled when I looked up to see Quil's hand on the shoulder of none other than Claire.
"Hey, Ness," Quil said. "Sorry to stop over like this but Jake called me to come into the shop to lend him a hand and I was watching Claire but…"
I smiled and held the door open wider. "Come on in and of course I don't mind if Claire stays here for a bit. She can help me finish the muffins. And then get ready for the house warming party that Jacob and I are having tonight."
I don't know whose eyes grew larger at the mention of muffins – Quil's of Claire's. Claire walked in and wrapped her arms around my waist. It still amazes me that technically she was older than me by two years.
"Thanks," Quil breathed a sigh of relief. "Jake said that he didn't think you would mind."
I shook my head. "Not at all."
I watched as Quil kneeled down to Claire's height and kissed her forehead. I couldn't help but notice that he lingered there for a moment and inhaled. I smiled as he memorized her scent, something that Jacob has done numerous times with me. At first when I heard that Claire was Quil's imprint it sort of bothered me but then I remembered that it was the same thing with me and Jacob, only difference was I grew up much quicker.
"Okay Claire-bear, you be good for Nessie and I'll be back as soon as I can," he whispered into her ear.
She smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Quil stood up and turned toward the door to open it. Before he stepped through the threshold, I could see the pain on his face to leave his imprint behind.
"She'll be fine," I said to Quil as I went to the door. "We'll go outside and play as soon as the muffins are ready. She can even help me set everything up for the house warming party, right Claire?"
I looked behind me to see her nod before I gave Quil a small push to get him to leave. I locked the door and turned around to see Claire holding onto one of her many dolls. I held my hand out to her and she took it with a smile.
"Now come, I believe I need some help with the chocolate chip muffins."
The rest of the morning was spent in the kitchen with Claire helping. It amazed me that even at the age of ten she already knew her way around the kitchen. I guess it comes from knowing the appetite of a wolf. I've been told that Claire did not know everything about what Quil and all the "really big boys" on the reservation were but she did know the legends. She has been to several bonfires in her already short life.
"So," I said after I pulled out the last pan of muffins from the oven as well as the lasagna that the two of us made for dinner. "What should we do next?"
I saw Claire look out the window. "Can I go outside to play with my dolls?"
I turned to see that the sun was out, a very rare occurrence and nodded my head. "Go on ahead. I'm going to grab a blanket for us to sit on."
I walked out the kitchen and up the stairs. I could hear the door open in the kitchen and then close quietly as Claire walked into the back yard. When I came to the one of the spare rooms I looked out the window and could see Claire already playing with two of her dolls. I could see her mouth moiving but couldn't make out any of the words. I smiled as I thought back to the very few months that I had growing up where I could keep myself entertained with dolls. It wasn't very long and I knew that it broke my parent's heart that I didn't have the normal childhood experiences. I looked one last time in the yard before going to the closet to grab a large quilt. I never gave it a thought to look outside again as I began to walk down the stairs. And it wasn't until I was opening the door that I realized how off my senses were.
"It sure is a pretty day to be outside playing," a voice I didn't recognize said.
"Yes, it is, my friend went to get a blanket," Claire's voice rang through my ears.
"What's your name?"
I could hear the hesitation in Claire's voice. "Um, my Quil said I'm to not talk to strangers."
I opened the door, walked out into the back yard, and tried not to help my gasp from recognizing the man from the diner. A man that moved to Forks three months ago and had been coming to the diner on a regular bases. The way he always looked at me while I served gave me a bad vibe and when I saw him kneeling on the ground next to Claire I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I stood my ground as I looked over to Claire and the man.
"Claire, come here please," I figured her coming to me would be easier than me going to her and trying to hide whatever was left of my supernatural abilities.
Claire looked up and I think she could tell on my face that something wasn't right. She stood and walked over to me. When she was an arm's length away, I pulled her behind me.
"What are you doing here, Anthony?"
He stood up with his hands in the air as if to surrender. "I was only hoping to see you."
My brows furrowed in confusion. "How did you know where I live?"
He lowered his hand and took a step forward it took everything in me not to hiss at him as a warning to stay away. I tightened my grip on Claire before letting her go. "I want you to go into the house please and stay there."
I heard her feet scramble on the grass and then toward the patio as the door opened. I didn't need to turn around to know that she was looking out the window.
Anthony shook his head and I could see the confusion in his eyes about my reaction. "I'm not going to hurt a little girl. I only came to see you."
"I have no interest in seeing you. Now if you don't mind, please get off my property and do not come back here again."
He looked at me one last time and his gaze went over my head to see Claire. "I always get what I want, Renesmee and mark my words I will get what I want."
I took in a deep breath before I walked toward the door. As much as I didn't want to tell Jacob about this, I knew it would be impossible. Claire will be telling Quil as soon as he walked in the door. I looked the door behind me and pulled Claire close to me.
"Why didn't you like him?" Claire asked as the two of us made our way to the couch to watch a movie.
I shook my head. "It's not that I didn't like him. I just don't know him and not sure if we could trust him."
"Oh," Claire said before she moved closer to me. After a few minutes into the movie, I noticed her breathing changed and realized that she was asleep. I squeezed her closer to me as I looked out the window. A shiver passed through me. Something was really off with Anthony.