Breaking Dawn Part 2- Chapter 2
(From Bella's View):
Jacob eyed me cautiously, reaching slightly for the radiant little girl cradled in my arms. I wasn't looking at him, I was still looking at her, but the amazing new vision I had suddenly gained let me see everything. Everything in the room. Everything outside the windows. The water droplet falling gracefully from the nearest branch. The leaves swaying gently in the cool breeze which swept in through the open window. The crackles spitting like tiny fragments of fireworks from the roasting fire next to me.
I could hear everything too.
I could hear the water droplet gracefully falling. I could hear the leaves swaying. I could hear the crackles of fire. I could hear Renesmee's soothing breaths, Jacob's uneven exhalation. Renesmee's level heartbeat, and Jacobs fluttering anxiously.
Renesmee's eyes were a sweet brown, a colour I recognized, but so different from the blood-red pair that reflected in the window across from me. Edward placed his hand on my shoulder soothingly, and I smiled despite the burning that soon would challenge my sanity.
As soon as I'd opened my eyes it had started, though I'd barely even noticed it through the eagerness to see my glowing daughter. Her skin was a pallid cream, her cheeks a luscious rose. She smiled at me lovingly, and I knew that there would never be anything that could replace this new treasure. I would cherish her forever.
"I think maybe that's enough now." Jacob rushed, and a low hiss escaped through Edward's gritted teeth. He was stepping closer, like he was demanding I give him the baby.
"Excuse me?" I flared, outraged.
"I just don't want to wait until your mouth's watering, that's all." He smiled a cringe and held his hands out further.
"What's the matter with you?!" I hugged Renesmee closer possessively, feeling my expression tighten into an even more bitter crumple.
I heard Edwards jaw flex, and Rosalie's eyes became wary.
"Sweetheart, let's go outside for a little while." Edward whispered. I heard it so clearly it seemed he was talking perfectly normally. My senses before appeared incredibly dull now. As if I had been blind, deaf even.
"Why?" My brow furrowed, my tone much less angry with him. I couldn't be frustrated with someone so angel-like. His features were way beyond beautiful before. Now, they were phenomenal. Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Carlisle, Esme, even Rosalie was just a speck on him. Nothing could compare. I gasped, and felt a wave of shame wash over me. How could I have been so rude to him?
"Well, I can imagine you're getting quite thirsty by now, darling." He reminded me of the increasingly blistering flame in my throat.
I nodded once, "Rose..." I handed Renesmee to her reluctantly.
Renesmee moaned and reached out to me. Tears welled once again in my eyes, and I felt the smothering need to hold her again. But I would refuse. I would tend to the needs that came first... the main priority: my thirst. I would not put my daughter in danger. I thought of when she was still just a large bump on my stomach. I had protected her from the surroundings as best I could, the main danger being Edward, Carlisle, and anyone else that didn't agree with my choice to carry on; to keep the bump alive. Now I was the danger.
I heard Jacob's heart beat decrease, and a small sigh relieved his lungs. What was the matter with him?
Edward took my hand, and we flew out of the front door. Through my human eyes, it was a blur... his neat, slick movements. I had imagined it to be just clearer when I would transform. But it wasn't even remotely close to my expectations. Every detail stayed intact. Everything else went so slowly that it was all but too easy to concentrate on all of it. I grinned, impressed.
He chuckled my favourite chuckle and looked towards the forest in front of us. "Listen."
I closed my eyes, intent on the many different sounds travelling swiftly through my new ears. Birds tweeting buoyantly. The wind curling around the trees, whistling as it weaved through the branches. A stream trickling noisily somewhere north. Tongues lapping furiously against the water. My eyes opened, and the smell hit me like a smack in the face.
He was gone that instant, racing forward into the trees. I followed after exactly an eighty-sixth of a second, beaming challengingly.
Surprisingly, I caught up to him, tearing through the trees at top speed. It felt almost like flying, my bare feet scarcely touched the ground. I heard him laugh, and I ran faster provokingly, still grinning.
He stopped, the noise of the deer ahead growing louder. I flew over to him and looked around.
"You're fast." He purred.
I giggled quietly. My throat scorched again, and I climbed up the tree to my right. I was at the top in a flash, searching the ground ahead for the prey I could hear sipping noisily from the stream. My lips curled into a smug smile, and Edward raced forward elegantly again. I swung tree to tree before dropping to the ground silently. They were just a few metres away now. The smell wasn't particularly sensational, but it still made the sear in my throat worse. I stopped breathing for the first time. It felt unnatural. Like there was an error in my system causing my frozen lungs to malfunction.
Still, my shoulders didn't stiffen like they would have if I was human. Holding my breath wasn't a problem; in fact, it was unbelievably easy. I relaxed and focused on the deer seven metres away.
Edward watched me patiently. Within the next half a second, I had lurched forward, urged by the burn that had spread to my chest now. My prey struggled restlessly beneath me as I sunk my razor-like teeth into its neck, where the beating of its heart had pumped the blood vigorously close to the surface of its skin. Suddenly, my prey's strive to live stopped, and it's body lay limp in my grip, finally giving up the battle to survival. A part of me wished the hunt had gone on, that there had been more of a fight. I wrinkled my nose in slight disgust, the blood of the deer wasn't exactly super appetising; but at least it would quench some of my thirst.
I finally lifted my head, letting the dead deer slump to the floor. A smile tugged at Edward's mouth.
"Am I a mess?" I asked, wiping the corners of my mouth to see smudges of blood across my fingers.
"You're never a mess." He smiled crookedly and stroked my hair.
I rolled my eyes.
He laughed. "Still thirsty?"
I shrugged. "Sort of, well, not really." I looked down at the dark blue dress Alice must have dolled me up in. "She's going to kill me." There were tears around the edges of the satin, and splotches of blood across the chest.
"Hmm. Maybe." His crooked smile threatened to pull wider.
We raced each other home, and he beat me. Even as a newborn, my speed was nothing compared to Edward's.
Rose was cradling Renesmee in the living room, Jacob watching curiously from behind, his arms folded almost stubbornly across his chest.
"Hi." I smiled, entering the room, holding Edward's hand extremely carefully. Even though he could beat me any time stamina-wise, my strength was overwhelming at the moment; enough to hurt him.
"Hey." Rosalie smiled. It seemed we had become...friends. Almost. She had been as protective of the baby as I, if not more. I could trust her with Renesmee. Of course, I could trust everyone else now as well, but it had been much, much different before. "Would you like to hold her?" She offered me Renesmee.
I nodded slowly. I realised I hadn't been as cautious as I should before. I should have realised how my thirst could have easily overpowered the love for my daughter. It would be less taxing now, though, having being fed. The burn still echoed in my throat, an everlasting reminder of my thirst; but I could manage that. I took Renesmee into my arms carefully. She was half human, and I didn't know how strong she was. "Hey, bump." I whispered, tickling underneath her chin. She giggled quietly, and I looked up at Edward, amazed. He wasn't as surprised as I was, so this must have been a common thing. He gazed at her in adoration, his eyes smiling contentedly. Slowly, Renesmee reached her hand to my cheek. A moving image of...me...played over in my head. My face was distorted with agony, my eyes squinting in pain, but glowing with comfort as well. It wasn't until the image played for the fourth time that I understood. It was a memory. Renesmee's memory. A memory of me. The only other memory she had. Suddenly, the image changed to a beautiful woman staring deeply into my eyes. My eyes. My crimson eyes. This woman carried hints of the outstretched girl on the operating table, but was so different in so many ways. Her hair was browner, fuller. Her face wasn't disfigured, it was perfect. Her skin glowed pallid, bright against the grey character in the memory. Though the new woman was brilliant with beauty, her smile was no more blessed than the distressed woman in the first picture. And that proved that each time I looked into this child's endearing brown eyes, the same peace would ease my mind. The short images stopped, and I stared in marvel at Renesmee.
Edward laughed happily. "She has an incredible gift."
"How-," I stuttered, regaining my ability to speak. "How did she... do that?"
"I'm not entirely sure. She seems to be able to share any memory she has with anyone she wants. Simply by touch." He shrugged in bewilderment. Suddenly, is gleaming expression vanished, and was replaced with a menacing glare. "I would advise you to keep your thoughts careful."
"What?" Jacob's eyes widened in surprise. "I'm not thinking anything terrible."
Edward sighed. "I know. But your thoughts are getting on my nerves." He paused, his face experimental. "I have an idea. You run about three miles away, and I'll see if I can still hear you." He beamed sarcastically.
"What's the matter?" I intervened, before Jacob could mutter something foolish under his breath.
"Hmm. What is the matter Jacob?" Edward asked, folding his arms intently.
I don't think I'd ever seen him so smug.
Jacob's mouth gaped open. He shut it quickly as soon as he'd become aware of it, and answered in a rush. "Nothing, nothing."
Edward growled a little.
Jacob rephrased his answer to one that Edward approved of. "Listen, Bella. I need to talk to you for a sec."
"Sure." I replied, gazing back down at Renesmee absentmindedly.
"Maybe outside, no, inside, I stand a better chance in here. She won't want to break anything." Jake mumbled discreetly to himself.
I glared at him suspiciously, but he was looking down.
Emmett, Jasper and Alice entered then, and Alice danced over to me gracefully to present me with an enormous, sisterly hug.
"Are we interrupting something?" She asked politely.
"No. Jake was just about to talk to me, that's all." I explained.
"Ah, man!" Emmett guffawed. "And I thought I was gonna miss it all." He sat down on the sofa expectantly, satisfied.
"Miss what?" I glanced at Edward.
"The game, the game. " Edward answered hurriedly. "He thought he wouldn't be back in time for the game."
Emmett's silent laugh stopped, and his face turned serious, giving a steel nod. He coughed. "I've been waiting all season for this game." He clicked a button on the remote, and the TV flashed on, immediately showing a football match.
"About that chat, Bells." Jacob reminded me, nodding towards the door now.
"Dammit." Emmett cursed.
And I assumed it was to do with the game.