Inspiration for this story came after reading a number of Fanfics. This is my first Fanfic so please review and give me your personal opinion. In later chapters, there is use of alcohol by minors (in American Law) and some violence so please be aware.
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I looked around my small bedroom and smiled. The faded blue walls were bare except for the few nails sticking out of the wall where photos used to hang. The decrepit, oak wardrobe stood at the back now empty; its contents were now packed into the two open boxes sat on my bed. I walked the length of the room to the last remaining, un-packed object there, picked it up and smiled at the distinct memory. It was a photo of me, my mom and my grandpa Charlie.
It was taken five years ago on my fourth birthday. Of course, then I looked ten years old. It was a lovely memory. My mom, Bella, had packed us all an exquisite picnic made up of my favourite human foods, there was too much there considering it was only Grandpa and I who ate it. Looking at the photo now, all our heads close in proximity, I tried to imagine Bella with the same deep chocolate eyes that she once shared with me and Charlie. I'd seen her with dark black eyes before but I tried to envision it now instead of her luminous yellow eyes.
Grandpa knew about us and progressively came to accept it. I'm not sure if he knew the extent of what we were but he knew we we're both different. I wasn't there when he'd been told but I did witness his reaction and his gradual calming. If it wasn't from such a serious matter I would probably have laughed. He was strong- I think that's where my mom get's it from- he never exploded; and if it wasn't for our ability to see more and hear more, I doubt you could have told that he had trouble with the idea of our variation to him. He was fine now and enjoyed having us around even if he did have to keep it secret. No resident of Forks knew that we were here. He jokes about us being his personal, invincible house guards. Charlie had told the town that Bella had decided to move to Florida to attend college there so she could be closer to Renee and when the time came, he claimed that Bella preferred Jacksonville to Forks and opted to stay indefinitely.
As I grew older, I found that human food tasted better; it still wasn't as appetising as blood but less of it tasted atrocious anymore. My accelerated ageing being to slow three years ago and that's when my mom said it was acceptable for me to attend a real high school. Of course, I'd already learnt more and knew more than the average human but I'd not actually experienced any of it and that experience was a need. We'd attended a school in Port Angeles as Bella would be too easily recognised in Forks, besides, we liked the daily trip. As soon as we had graduated I knew that I wanted to experience college too, so, after extensive persuasion, my mom had finally agreed to let me go to The University of Washington in Seattle as it was the nearest university to Forks. It also had a satisfying Science programme, which was what I wanted to study (this time round anyway). I liked all aspects of Science but biology was my favourite because I liked observing human and animal behaviour. It helped me understand them better-understand me better. The only thing that bugged me about Science was "everything has an explanation" because I for certain, could not be explained.
So here I was, packing the final photo into a box, ready to face the next three years of college and living in different surroundings with different people.
"Ness?" Someone called from the doorway. It startled me as I hadn't heard anyone approaching and I was so used to Charlie sounding like an elephant. I immediately realised that it was my mom calling my name.
I turned and saw her expression. She didn't appear sad but it was still visible beneath the dominant emotion on her face. She looked a little peeved and it was obvious why. Although she'd grown used to it, she really didn't like the nickname I'd been given by her best friend and my future mate, Jacob. She'd resolved it by calling me 'Ness' occasionally so that she had some control over what she wanted to call me but she called me Renesmee mostly. I wasn't particularly fussed as long as my name wasn't changed entirely. I liked my long name; I also liked my nickname but I think that was due to the fact it had been Jacob who had named it me. That was our family- me, Bella, Charlie and, I suppose, Jake.
"Yeah?" I replied as I secured both boxes shut.
The reason I'd packed all my things was because I didn't have much to begin with. Because we had to blend in I shared a laptop with my mom along with most of the books and DVD's we owned. Our sports cars were kept in La Push as more people there knew about us so it was less conspicuous. I didn't have all the latest gadgets because I didn't want them; the only gadget I possessed other than the car was the newest model, iPhone. So, my room stored my small personal items: photos, clothes, CD's, sketch books, music books and finally my piano. It wasn't a grand piano. It was a small rectangular structured one made from red oak that sat nicely in the far corner of my room. Unfortunately, I couldn't bring it with me, but Bella had asked the university if their music facilities could be used by students that aren't majoring in that subject. They'd ensured me that I could use all their facilities; however, I would need to find out the time the rooms weren't in use as students of the subject had priority.
Mom was the reason I taught myself to play. She has a CD of composed pianist music she told me was created by my father. I'd listen to the harmonising strings at night to calm me and I fell in love with it. I could easily recognise my favourites' but not by name and my mom didn't know them either. The only name she'd give me for my most favourite was Bella's lullaby- named that because she'd been told that she'd influenced the music. It made her sad to think of it but she quickly got over it. I'd asked her if she had the music to accompany the melody but she said she hadn't and that's when I began to teach myself the songs and make a copy of the notes. I didn't compose much myself as I found inspiration hard to come across but I had managed to create a few tunes for myself which I was pleased with. But it wasn't a future for me, it was a hobby.
My other hobby was sketching. I sketched everything I could. I had four filled sketch books in total and I was halfway through my fifth. Without boasting, they were good. This was why I'd chosen art as my third subject- I wanted to improve and to grasp the ability of sketching every single detail. I admit, my eyesight being better than a normal human and the patience I have is a major part to my talent- I enjoyed it.
I wasn't taking it all with me. I was taking my music books as I only had two, my favourite CD's which I didn't need because they were all stored on my phone anyway, most of my photo's were coming with me to give me some home comforts- I didn't have many to begin with as there were loads scattered around the house itself, but the five frames I had around my room were coming with me. Even though there was a library I was taking my copy of Romeo and Juliet that my mom had bought me one Christmas and my copy of Pride and Prejudice- my favourites. Also I was bringing my copy of Lewis Carroll's Alice in wonderland. Finally, I was bringing along 3 sketch books: The first was my half full one so that I could complete it whilst I was there, an new one just in case and the first sketch book I'd even owned because it held the most for me. It had sketches of my family including Jake's wolf form, sketches of the house, the forest, La push, the sea, the pack. Everything that reminded me of home was in this book so it would provide tranquillity for me.
My mom's face changed into sadness then, "You almost ready?" she asked, leaning against the door frame.
I turned to survey my empty room before turning back and answering, "I'm ready."
Uncertainty clouded my voice as I looked at my mom. She immediately closed the space and enveloped me in a tight hug. To me it felt tight but with her strength it wouldn't be. She breathed in deeply- her way of making sure she remembered my scent. Human blood didn't bother her because the smell was to similar to my own and the thought of killing a human made her think of Charlie, Jake and all of our friends.
I felt tears well up in my eyes. I was going to miss her so much. Not only was she my mom, but she was my best friend. No one could replace her in my life. We looked the same age but she was a lot more mature than me having adapted her motherly instincts, but she knew when we could mess around. She was everything I could ask for in a mother.
I suppose Jake was also like my best friend but the love I had for him I knew would evolve, it was inevitable. His imprinting on me made our hearts beat for each other. Mom had once given me the explanation he had given her 'When you see her, suddenly it's not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her...you become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.' And it was true. Jake had been a brother to me, now he was a friend, sooner or later he'd be my lover and we both could see it was going to happen sooner rather than later. And he was always my protector whether I liked that or not. In my mind I'd contemplated a relationship after college. Embarrassingly enough, a bashful Bella had already had the talk with me and asked me to be a responsible person. Even though I looked old enough I promised her that I would officially be sixteen before anything like that happened. I'd be seventeen once I graduated anyway so everything fit together perfectly.
Mom pulled away at that point but kept her palms grasping my shoulders. She stared straight into my eyes which were now blurred due to my tears; a bearable stinging sensation pulsed in them. The white surrounding her golden irises were pink as the venom automatically ran to the small veins of her eyes- a vampire's alternative response to producing tears. So much loved filled her eyes and I couldn't help responding. She was the one person I cared about most, especially after what she'd been through. Admittedly, she doesn't know that I know more about what my father did to her than she'd told me; I'd found out through Jake, but even he didn't tell me everything because he respected my mom too much.
Her hand reached up and lightly grazed my cheek, it took me a second to realise she was wiping a leaking tear. She sighed sharply and composed herself before speaking, "Right, let's get these boxes downstairs and get you on your way."
Her voice was thick with emotion and I knew that she didn't want me to go, but it was a learning curve for me, and I knew I had to do it.
She picked both boxes whilst I carried my rucksack out of the room. I turned to admire the empty space. The bed, wardrobe and desk still occupied their usual spots, but without the bedding, photos and laptop it looked bare and hollow. I knew I'd be back to this same place very soon but it still felt like it was a permanent goodbye. Silly, I know, because it's just a room, yet it'd been my room growing up, made especially for me after I was bought home as a baby. I closed the door and stared at the carving spread across the middle of the wooden door 'Renesmee' decorated with ribbons of daisies and vines. I ran my fingers in the dent softly and smiled before I headed for the stairs.
As I reached the bottom a blinding flash (to human eyes anyway) struck my face accompanied with a small click. It had not been something I was anticipating. I looked to see the cause of the light and saw Charlie stood by the door holding a small camera, eyes bleary, his moustache wet and the sound of small sniffles every other second accompanied his look.
"It's your first photo as a college student." He explained behind the dismay enveloping his sullen voice. I dropped my bag and ran into his embrace. It was strange how the ice cold of my mom, the lukewarm softness of Grandpa, and the burning body of Jacob were equally as comforting to me as each other. I felt the vibrations of his chest as he tried to contain his crying, "It doesn't seem like you can be old enough for college." He muttered as he hugged me.
I giggled slightly, "Technically, I'm only just old enough for high school, let alone college." I pulled back and smiled encouragingly at him, "You'll see me very soon, Gramps; it's not that far away. I'll be visiting every other Sunday as soon as I get my car anyway."
I did have my sports car in La Push but Mom thought I needed something less conspicuous, so Jake was mending an old car for me that I could eventually use.
"Yeah I know." He replied before wiping his eyes and nose with the sleeve of his jacket. Mom re-entered the house then after taking my stuff to Jake's car.
"It's time to go." She declared. Enthusiasm wasn't present at all.
I looked back at Grandpa mournfully, tears welling up in my eyes again. He nodded slightly then stepped aside as a gesture that he'd let me leave his house. I walked and kissed him on the cheek, "I love you, Grandpa." I said quietly.
"Yeah, you too." I know that he meant it even if he hadn't actually said 'I love you too'. Charlie wasn't one to express his emotions as clearly as others.
He followed us out the door and stood under the porch watching us as we made our way to Jake's rabbit- yeah, he still had it. Jake greeted me with a grin as I climbed into the back seat. As my mom and Jake got into the car as well, the engine roared to life and the car crawled out of the driveway. I gave a timid wave to Charlie as the house became smaller in my sight. I could see him waving back and because of my enhanced vision I could still notice his chest wobbling uncontrollably. I rested my head against the window and watched as my last view of the house I loved, disappeared behind the jade green trees of the forest next door.
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