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 Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:13 pm
You are my world. My everything. This fanfiction is based off the couple Renesmee and Jacob. I won't tell you any more information other than it's about them. You will have to follow along with the story line as it goes along.
The first post will be up soon. Till then, and for future posts, you will need to be patient with me. I do have a school life and will occasionally pause my fanfiction. Also, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE do not post your opinions of it. Either pm me or post your thoughts in the Guild Hangout. Thank you. I can't imagine a life without you. Will you be my forever?
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 7:29 pm
Chapter One : The Proposal☆яєηєsмєє☆ A strong, but soft breeze blew across the meadow in the morning of mid-June. The wild flowers flowed gracefully as one, as if they were dancing to one song in perfect synchronization. The sweet floral scent surrounded the area, circling the comfortable looking little cottage right in the center of the meadow. From a distance, one would assume that no one lived in the little place. But with a closer look, one would realize that a family of three inhabited it. The residents of the cottage, however, have gone off to do their business, whether in the small town of Forks or to the large mansion a little ways away from the meadow. Well, not all of them. One was left behind.
At the edge of the meadow, about twenty feet from the cottage, was a girl sitting under a large willow tree. Dressed in a yellow shirt under a black vest (said to be the style these days) and a pair of dark indigo skinny jeans, one would have thought she was some beautiful model. Her pale skin was absolutely gorgeous, with a small tint of a blush on her cheeks and her curly brown locks gave her that little girl look that most people would kill for. Of course, this girl, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, was actually about seven years old. Such information would lead to some crazy thoughts of insanity by most humans, but not all. Not the ones with lived immortal lives. Not the vampires and the werewolves. Renesmee Carlie Cullen is a half-breed being. Half of her a mortal, with a beating heart and blood flowing through her veins, like her mother use to be before she was born and while in the womb. And the other half was vampire, like her father. The story behind Renesmee’s whole half-breed life is rather difficult to understand, but all that is need knowing is that even thought her age will change, she will not show aging like all mortal humans do since she has traits of a vampire coursing through her human veins.
Renesmee sat cross-legged right on the protruding root of the large tree, her back leaning against the bark. Her sparkling brown eyes ran across the page of the slightly tattered book in her hands. This book belonged to her mother, Isabella Cullen. It was replaced when the other copy had been destroyed. But now, it was hers, and she has dubbed it her favorite book, even if the story was rather…odd. No matter how many times she read the book, Renesmee would always love Wuthering Heights. Now at the last chapter, the beauty took in a deep breath, closing her eyes lightly to give them rest. Using her other intensified senses, Renesmee took in another deep breath while absorbing in the scenery around her without the use of her sight. There was just so much to feel with your other senses. The smell of the flowers as they sprayed their scent as they flowed with the rhythm of the wind, the feel of the wind hug your body as it breezed by. The soft vibrations of the earth--wait.
The beauty’s eyes opened immediately as she realized what the vibrations were. A smile easily creeping onto her face, Renesmee stood up from the root, leaving the book on the ground and walked slowly into the meadow, a little farther away from her house. She was barefoot, deciding that there was no real point in wearing shoes if she was not going anywhere, as she walked along the soil, past the many wild flowers until she stopped and awaited for the source of the vibration to come to her. Seconds later, a large wolf stepped out of the shadows of the forest and paused in his steps to stare at her, as if praising her presence. Then crouching down on his front legs, the large wolf slowly transformed into a tall native. Renesmee watched with even redder cheeks as the man unwrapped a pair of jeans from around his leg and slipped them on, a wide grin on his face. She wondered to herself why he was so happy. Sure she knew that her being with him was what he wanted for the rest of his life, but there was something about the grin today that was off. I wonder what happened. she thought to herself, her eyes still on him now that he was approaching her with such confident, and yet a little rebellious, steps. Because the man was so tall, Renesmee found herself staring up at him seconds later, her cheeks burning red now. “Long time no see, Jake,” she said, the tone of her voice like a seventeen year old girl instead of a seven year old one. That was the art of her aging, but it was predicted that it would end soon.
Jacob’s grin grew wider than before right when she spoke, and this made her heart beat faster than before, almost skipping a beat. Even though she was only seven years old, she knew enough to know about these symptoms of love. And it did help to listen to her mother as she told stories about how she fell in love with her father. As she listened to Jacob take in nervous deep breaths, she wondered what was wrong, if there was something wrong. She knew there was something different about him today. She had not seen him for weeks. And every time she called Billy so that she could speak to him, the old man always said that he was busy with things, things that no one in the Quileute tribe would tell her. Not even Seth. Suddenly, her heart was beating faster not out of love, but of nervousness. “Jacob?! Wha--” She was able to finish her question however as Jacob, scooped her up into his arms and kissed her deeply. Just a year ago, her and Jacob had started the whole kissing thing. For a while they had tried their hardest to keep this little piece of information from her father, who could easily read minds, but soon enough, her father, Edward Cullen, found out. And it did not end pretty, at least not for Jacob.
Finally, Jacob pulled away from the kiss and placed her down. Renesmee had to take slow deep breaths just to gain her footing. She could feel that her cheeks were far more redder than ever before. Parting her lips to speak, Renesmee turned her brown eyes to look at Jacob, only to find him in a position that she was not expecting him to be in, at least not for a while. She never expected him to be in this position until she was of legal age. “Jake…” she breathed out, her voice and breath catching in her throat. A few blinks later, Renesmee found herself believing that her “boyfriend” was actually in front of her, shirtless, and on one knee. In his big hands was a small velvetty black box.
“Nessie? Will you marry me?
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 6:57 pm
Chapter Two : Unofficial Family Meeting☆яєηєsмєє☆ It was now afternoon, but the outside world still remains the same. Back inside the little cottage, Renesmee sat on her full sized bed, her feet outstretched in front of her with her back against the wooden headboard. A gentle light peeked in through her small window, shining the space with enough light to see without the use of a lamp. But the beauty was not gazing at the scenery outside, she was staring at the open black box in her pale, delicate hand. What do I tell Jacob? she thought to herself, staring at the engagement ring in the box. The first thing that she thought when she saw the ring was how beautiful it was. It was not as grand as the one her father had given to her mother, but for a guy that was not as wealthy as her family, Jacob did a pretty good job at finding a ring. Of course, there is a chance that it’s some family heirloom…maybe. she thought, snapping the box shut and then placing it on her bedside table. She then laid back on her bed, bringing her hands behind her head. This was a habit she picked up from Jacob and the others in the pack.
She had no idea how long she had been on her bed, but the next thing she knew, there was a soft sound of footsteps outside the cottage. Renesmee sat up abruptly, her brown eyes on her closed door. “Nessie?” came a voice from the kitchen. It was her father, Edward Cullen. A soft smile appeared on her lips as she swung her legs off the bed and then stood up straight. She straightened out her clothes, they had crinkled a little as she fidgeted on her bed. “Nessie?” came the voice again, this time it had some urgency and worry. With inhuman speed, Renesmee was out of her room and walking the short distance to the kitchen. In her hand again was the small box that carried her possible future. She decided that it was best to speak to her father about the proposal. I just hope he’ll be rational about this. The proposal was very sudden. she thought just as she found herself looking right at her father. No one would ever believe that they were father and daughter. Looking at them, they could have been thought of as brother and sister. That was the art of being a vampire.
As soon as Renesmee turned her gaze from the floor to the eyes of the man that raised her, she knew that her last thought was something that she should not have thought. Letting out a sigh, Remesmee walked towards her father. “Hi daddy,” she said as she stuck the box in her back pocket. She was hoping that he had not seen this movement.
“Let me see the box, Nessie,” her father said just as she pulled her hand away from her pocket. So much for hoping. Another sigh came from her lips. She stood about five feet away from her father, afraid to make another move. But right when the man extended his hand out, palm to the ceiling, she stepped forward again. In seconds, the box was now in her father’s hand. He wasn’t even looking at it. His eyes were on her. This frightened Renesmee a little. Even though her father’s expression was calm, his eyes showed his true emotion. It was anger. But being her father’s daughter, she learned to not cower even when afraid of his anger. He didn’t even snap like most father’s would, like her grandfather, Charlie Swan. Gazing back at the man that took care of her, that raised her, Renesmee tried to understand, tried to figure out, what he was thinking about. She tried to figure out what he was so angry about. Through the years, her father had learned to like Jacob. And with what happened seven years ago, there was sure to be a sort of trust between the two. So with that in mind, Renesmee wondered why her father was so angry about this proposal, besides the obvious reason that it was unexpected.
What felt like days was only mere minutes, the man closed his hand around the box and then closed the distance between him and Renesmee. Her beating heart pumped faster that it hurt in her chest. And then her father took hold of her hand, and brought it to his face. Now she understood what he wanted to know. With a little bit of concentration, Renesmee pulled the memory of when Jacob proposed to share it with her father. At the part where she said that she would think about it, the brunette beauty saw a hint of a smile on the man’s face. Pulling her hand away, she waited for him to say something. Anything. For right now, her heart was pounding so hard in her chest, it felt like it was going to rip out of her body and onto the floor. She was feeling that nervous.
“So,” said Edward. “What are you going to answer him?”
Renesmee looked up at her father, beginning to wonder again what he was thinking about. She tried not to think around him, knowing that he would just read her mind. In truth, Renesmee had no idea how to answer this question. Of course she loved Jacob, and he had imprinted upon her. But did she love him enough to marry him? That question rang in her head ever since he had asked her. Was there enough love in her to say yes to him? Her soft brown eyes turned to look at her father again, smiling light. “I don’t know, daddy. I want to say yes, so badly. But I just don’t know if I’m ready.”
Either this was the answer that he wanted, or he was being very inexpressive today, Renesmee was having a hard time trying to figure out if this was the answer he wanted to hear. Father and daughter stared at one another for a long moment. For any regular human, this silence would be frightening. And since Renesmee was part human, she was feeling a little frightened, especially since she did not inherit her father’s gift of mind reading. And then he finally spoke. “Whatever your answer is, Nessie, I’ll always be behind you on it. I do not mind giving you away to Jacob. He is a good guy and I know he will take good care of you. But I would be much happier if I was able to give you away when you are the right age.”
This response confused her for a moment. She had no idea what her father was getting at with this. But before she could ponder more about it, the door opened again. A beautiful woman of about nineteen stepped inside, looking down at a piece of paper in her pale hands. She then looked up and looked from Edward to Renesmee. Renesmee stared back at her mother with a little hint of worry in her eyes. She knew that before her mother was the one that was in love with Jacob. So she had no idea if telling her the news about the proposal was a good idea. Unfortunately, her father thought it was a good idea to tell her. She could just see it in his eyes, the way he looked at his wife. “Edward? Renesmee? What’s going on?” Bella asked.
Renesmee watched as her father advanced towards her mother. He wrapped his strong arms around his wife’s waist, holding her close to his chest. Watching her parents hold each other like they did now, made her wonder if it was a good idea to say yes to Jacob. But then it hit her. And it hit her hard. What her father meant by being more happier of giving her away when she was of age. Even though her looks did not look it, she was still only seven years old. Which means that Edward and Bella had only had Renesmee as their daughter for only seven years. And if she was to say yes to Jacob now, she would no longer be considered a Cullen, but a Black. If she were in her parents’, but mostly her father’s, shoes Renesmee would understand that he wanted more time with her as his daughter before giving her away as a wife. After all, I’m still a child. she thought, letting out a sigh.
“Jacob wants to be our son-in-law,” Renesmee heard her father say in a soft whisper into her mother’s ear. She blinked once and then turned her attention towards her parents. Her mother had pushed herself out of her father’s embrace and was looking at her now with fierce eyes. She did not know if her mother was furious or not, but the look in her mother’s eyes were giving her in the impression that she was mad. She watched as her father handed over the black box to her mother, and then watched as her mother opened the box and looked at the ring.
“Renesmee, go to your room,” Bella said in such a motherly voice that it frightened Renesmee. But she did not argue as she turned on her heels and headed back to her room, shutting the door lightly as to not make a sound. She then walked over to her bed, laid on her side with her back facing the door, and then shut her eyes to go into a deep slumber.
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:42 pm
Chapter Three : Friendship's Test☾jαcσв☽ There was without a doubt Jacob Black felt so sure about what he had done. It had been on his mind since after the whole incident with those damn Volturi. He wanted Renesmee with him for his entire life. He knew that for sure the minute he laid eyes on her as a little infant. The way her beauty pulled him to her like a magnet with its opposite. His mind flashed back to that moment, walking over to Bella’s sister-in-law as she held the little child in her arms as if it was her child. Before, he had thought the child monstrous, having killed the woman that he loved so much. He remember how much he wanted to destroy the life of that child. And then to have completely forgotten every bad thought he had as he stared down at the child bundled up in Rosalie’s arms. She was beautiful, with curly brown locks of soft hair. And her eyes that looked nothing like the monster that was her father. It was at that moment in time, that one gaze that Jacob knew. Knew that he could not live without her.
Of course, Jacob never thought this would happen. That he would imprint this soon, or even to this girl. All he knew was that it happened and it answered all the questions he had. With Bella having fallen for someone else, he was too late to be in her heart the way Edward was. Edward was her addiction, while he was just a very close best friend. But with Renesmee, he was able to be a part of Bella’s life. Even if meant having to be his son-in-law. Jacob shivered at the thought, almost feeling slightly disgusted at the idea, having that there is only one year distance in age between him and Bella. But then he remembered who he had proposed to and all that disgusted feelings left him completely, only left with this light feeling in his chest. He knew he was doing the right thing. Now if only she would accept.
Renesmee had promised a response at night when they would hang out near the beach. For some reason, Jacob knew that he would be getting a response sooner than expected. He just didn’t expect it to be by someone else, and now. He sat up from his bed when he heard voices from outside his room. One was his father, no doubt about it. But the other, it was familiar. He just couldn’t get his mind to remember who it was. Until, “Jacob Black!” came the voice. It was then that Jacob knew who it was. It was Bella.
She knows. Jacob thought, running a hand through his hair, which he had grown out since he had not really had the time to trim it short. Grabbing a shirt from the foot of his bed, Jacob slipped it on and walked to the door. He opened it, being welcomed by a beautiful, almost breath taking, woman with pale skin and piercing brown eyes. Jacob smiled. “Well, hello. It’s so good to see you aga--” “Save it!” It was those two words that told Jacob that he was for sure, in deep trouble with a vampire. Not that he minded, but just, this was the second time Bella had been mad at him when it involved Renesmee. Well, scratch that thought, she had been mad at him for many things involving Renesmee, he had just decided to stop counting. But out of all of them, imprinting on Bella’s daughter and this was probably the biggest.
It was time to take a stand, or at least say something that would pause Bella’s desire to rip his head off. Backing away slightly, Jacob laid his hands out in front of him defensively. It was like seven years ago all over again, this time the space was rather closed. Bella took one giant step into his room, almost crossing the whole room. Jacob stepped back more, almost to the wall. The only reason he hadn’t spoken yet was the fact that with Bella’s expression, it looked like one word could end his life. But he knew he had to start somewhere, or else he would never be able to live the rest of his life. “Okay, Bella. I know you’re mad. But you gotta hear me out. I--” Again, Bella disrupted his explanation. This time, she had taken up the lamp at his bedside table and through it at him. The poor thing had shattered into multiple pieces as it made contact with his wall, letting out a really loud crash. Jacob winced, looking down at his lamp. He gave a sigh. “Bella. Let me explain. Don’t be so rash.”
“Rash? Oh that’s an understatement, Jake! You proposed to my daughter?!” Bella cried out, tossing a black object towards his direction. Jacob had enough time to catch it, but the price of having hit his back hard on the wall. Ever since Bella had turned into a vampire she had sure become less of the weak person she use to be when she was a human. Which made it all the more scarier to be around her when she was mad. Back when she was human, and she had hit him, she was the one that had gotten hurt. But now, whenever Bella hit him, her stone hard fist really did hurt him now. Looking at the vampire in front of him, it was hard to believe that seven years ago, he had lost her as a human. With a sigh, he turned his gaze down to the little black box and opened it. The ring was inside as he had probably expected. It was a family heirloom, and it took a lot to obtain it. It was meant to Renesmee, and only Renesmee, seeing as Bella was already tied down. Closing the box with a snap, Jacob turned to look up at Bella. She looked calm now, even though her eyes looked slightly hungry.
“Look, Bella, I love Renesmee. You understand that, right from when you understood that I had imprinted on her. And I want to be there for her. I just…can’t see myself without her. It‘s like you to Edward,” Jacob explained, taking in deep breaths. Her scent was far sweeter than it use to be. It was hurting his nose, but he was learning to get use to it. Waiting while Bella continued to stare at him, for sure taking in what he said, Jacob wondered what would happen to them, him and Bella. They had been friends for years, and they had dealt with so many obstacles. It was Bella herself that said she trusted him with Renesmee. And yet, she would not let him seal the deal by letting Renesmee marry him. He didn’t understand this. Running a hand through his hair again, Jacob took a step forward and hugged his best friend. “Bella, you know I still love you. But I need Nessie. You know that. You knew that seven years ago. You know I would do anything to protect her,” Jacob whispered into Bella’s ear. He felt her thin arms wrap around his waist, but it was only a light embrace. Jacob’s heart beat faster for a moment, memories of what was before swimming through his mind. If Edward were around, Jacob would for sure have a lot of explaining to do.
It was minutes later that Bella pushed herself out of his embrace. Jacob stepped away without hesitation. He could not regret how much he still loved Bella, but Renesmee was his life now. He stared down at his best friend, his hands deep in his pocket as he waited for her to think all this over and either give him her consent or her disapproval. He was hoping that she would accept this. It meant so much to Jacob if she did.
“Jake? Do you care about our friendship?” Bella then asked, her eyes looking down at the ground as she spoke.
Jacob tensed a bit, wondering where she was heading to with this question. “Of course,” he replied.
Bella let out a sigh. “Then will you do something for me?”
“What is it, Bella?
It was then that realization came to him. Almost as if from another mind, or another pair of eyes. Bella had looked up at him, eye to eye. She didn’t falter. She did not ponder or pause. She looked at him with the confidence of a mother that wanted nothing but to be with her child for much longer. It was with that one look in Bella’s eyes that made Jacob realize that waiting, however hard it was going to be, would be worth it in the end. “Will you wait till my baby is old enough?” she had asked, and he could have sworn he heard her voice crack.
Jacob placed a soft, comforting smile on his face. The same smile he used those days when Edward had left. Placing a hand on his best friend’s cheek. It was cold, hard as marble, but he still felt warmth in that touch. “I will.”
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