What if the Twilight Series were clues to help Renesmee find her way back to the Cullens after a catastrophic seperation? What if a new character's entire life were threatened because thousands now knew all about vampires, and how they are real?
4. Ripped Us Apart
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"What the HECK are you thinking?" Edward asked me, annoyed. I guess its a good question when I'm in a handstand. I suppose it doesn't really help, but upside down was helping my thought process to slow down. And make sense.
"Not sure. Trying to slow down my thoughts?" I tried.
"If anything, that would speed them up," Edward shot back, "I would know."
I came down from the handstand, my thoughts slowed. Oh, ha ha. "Tyring to win the world record for longest hand stand?" I tried.
"Oh?" Edward asked. "What's the world record, then?"
"Hmph," I contined walking through the woods towards the Big House. Edward laughed.
"Sometimes, I really just wonder about you," Edward shook his head in wonder.
"Hmmm," I hummed, "Come on, hurry up. I want to see Renesmee."
"She hasn't changed in the three minutes we were gone," Edward sighed.
"How would you know?"
"Fine," He sighed. He took my hand and we ran to the house. We flew up the front steps and walked through the front door. Renesmee stood up from the couch, smiling. Her bronze hair had been cut in the five years she was gone, but it still reached to her shoulderblades, the curls framing her perfect face. Her skin was the same backlight-alabaster I remembered and her eyes the same deep brown mine were before I was changed. Now, mine were golden butterscother, finally cooled after that year of being a newborn.
"Bella," Jacob said tersly, still refusing to even acknowledge Edward's existance.
"Jacob, we told you we'd find her. And we did. Why can't you just be happy with that and get over it?" I was so tired of him acting this way.
"Build a bridge, and get over it," Rosalie snapped, "make yourself useful!"
"Rosalie," Edward warned.
She stuck her tongue out at him and strode from the room, Emmett sheepishly following in her wake. Jezebel looked around from her perch on the back of the couch. "You always seemed happier in the books."
"That was six years ago, Breaking Dawn. Twilight was seven." I answered quietly.
"That still doesn't change anything." Jez muttered. "Do you remeber the last line in Breaking Dawn?"
"I never read it," I answered.
"You should. I can almost say that I've known you my entire life. The books, describe everything in so much detail. Since it's in first person from your point of view, Bella, it seems as if the reader is you. You cry, they cried. You laughed, they laughed. I knew some who would blush whenever you did,"
"Oh," was all I could manage. Renesmee was looking at me sadly.
"Why didn't you read the books?" she finally asked.
"I just couldn't do it, it would be like reliving it all over again," I answered.
"Would that be so horrible?" Jezebel asked.
"No, I guess not." I sighed.
"Alice, Jasper, Carlisle and Esme are the only acting themselves," Renesmee whispered, looking down at her hands, clasped in front of her. "Why?"
"You're leaving ripped us apart," Jacob answered. Leave it to him to him to giver her everything she wants. At least that hadn't changed.
"So it's my fault then?" She asked, looking up.
"No, of course it isn't," Edward reassured her, "It was my fault. If I had paid more attention..." he trailed off, his expression pained. He was always taking the blame.
"Its as much my fault as yours," I mumbled, the will to argue was blown out of me in my self pity.
"Stop arguing. Its all said and done. There's no time machine to go back in time with and relive it. You know what happened, and it won't happen again," Jezebel said, sliding off of the back of the couch. She walked over to me. "I've made a bunch of stupid mistakes, too."
"You have not," Renesmee exclaimed, "you are so perfect, and you always have been."
"No, I'm not perfect and I never have been. I always talk out in class, and get on all the teacher's nerves. I drive just about all my classmates to their wits end. Renesmee, you're the perfect one. You are so easy to get along with. How many mistakes have you made?"
Renesmee just stared at me in awe. She really had thought I was perfect. "None," she murmered, looking away.
"Now, can we all just get along? Stop living in the past."
"Not to break up the moment, but the volturi are on their way here to see where Jezebel disappeared to. Jane and Alec will be here in one week. They bring no one else, and if we stay here, we just explain that we will watch over her and they'll let us keep her." Alice had her eyes closed, talking in a soft voice. "If we leave and run, the entire guard will come. And we only remember our last encounter all too well. Hmmm....yes. That's the answer. We stay, and talk. We give our reasons to how she isn't entirely vampire, and only part vampire. They won't want her anymore. In fact, all we have to say is that and they'll leave."
More danger. Just because I had to have my way, and let Renesmee be happy. Always my fault.