Ever wonder what Jake and Nessie's kid would be like? Meet Aiyana Black, the half-human, half-shifter/vampire daughter of Jacob and Renesmee. Family life, venturing out into the human world, going to high school, meeting new people and trying to be normal. All Cullens, Jacob, Seth, Leah and new characters!! AU- about 40 years after BD
1. Chapter 1
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My name is Aiyana Avalyssa Black. Exotic, I know. I go by Ana. My first name in my dad’s family’s language means eternal blossom. Very fitting seeing as how I’m immortal.
I live in the cold, nearly sunless town of Brunswick, Maine. Population: 22,000. Not small, but not very big either. Towns like these provide the ideal living environment for my family who rely heavily on cloud cover and grey skies. There are nine vampires, three shape shifters and three something else’s in my large and very beautiful family. I fall into the something else category, along with my brothers. The one thing we all have in common? We’re all immortal.
How is immortality possible? Mate one human-vampire hybrid with one human-wolf shape shifter and bam! You get me--a 24-year-old supernatural phenomena. Let me clarify: I have been alive for 24 years but physically, I look like a typical 17-year- old. Well, maybe not typical. Four generations worth of supermodel good looks were passed down to my brothers and me. I have my mom’s full lips and warm, chocolate brown eyes rimmed by thick, dark eyelashes. I get my height from my dad--I’m almost 5’10--and my skin is tan like his but lighter by a few shades. My hair is a glossy caramel color, streaked with gold and bronze highlights. I will look this way forever. Lucky me, I know.
My brothers and I are anomalies. Being born to two hybrids, no one knew what to expect. No one thought it was even possible for my parents to have children, since, as my grandfather Edward puts it, they were crossbreeding. I inherited all my mom’s vampire traits--the strength, speed, sharp mind and impenetrable skin. My thirst for blood is almost non-existent--not that it doesn’t smell enticing, but, I prefer a good old, greasy cheeseburger over a full sized deer any day--medium rare, of course.
But, my most distinctive trait is my extra ability. Like my grandparents, my uncle Jazz and aunt Alice, I have a unique gift. I am a dream walker. It’s way cool. Completely useless against vampires who can’t sleep but it came in handy growing up to torment my brothers. I can walk in and out of the dreams of humans- and half humans- and communicate with the dreamer or change their dreams as I wish.
My gift didn’t fully manifest until I was seven. Dad was the first person to experience my power. I was having a bad dream and I called out to him. In an instant, I was standing next to him and I told him I was scared and I needed him to protect me. In the morning when I woke up, I was snuggling next to my dad in his wolf form. He phased back and had no idea how he ended up next to me in the middle of the night. It happened again and again for two weeks, each time, my dad not remembering how he ended up there in the morning.
Mom thought he had a sleep-walking problem. Technically, he did, but I was the root of it. I fessed up to remembering talking to dad in my dreams telling him I was afraid of the dark and couldn’t sleep by myself. My great-grandfather Carlisle is a doctor. He and my Grandpa monitored dad one night to see if he went anywhere else besides my room. Grandpa stayed with me and Carlisle stayed dad. Grandpa can read minds. In mine, he heard me call out to dad who appeared less than a minute later and plopped down next to me on the bed. Carlisle followed him into my room and told Grandpa, that in his sleep, dad muttered, “I’m coming, Ana. Don’t worry.”
They were fascinated. I wanted to do more experiments, reach out to my brothers and my mom. It was a lot of fun for me, not so much for my brothers.Aiden was six at the time and already twice my size. He picked on me constantly. I saw this as my chance to get back at him. In my dream that night, my brother and I were in my old playroom. I told him that it would be fun if he went into aunt Rosie’s room to play dress-up. In the morning, he woke up back in his bed, with lipstick smeared all over his face and wearing a sundress. Both of them stopped picking on me after that.
As I got older, my power became greater. With the help of my parents, we think I have mastered control over it. I’ve even learned how to enter daydreams while I’m still awake. My poor brothers are always the guineau pigs when I want to try it out.
Aiden and Bryce are shape shifters like my dad. Aiden is 23 and Bryce is 20. Dad was so proud the day they first phased. Mom even cried. I rolled my eyes. My ability is way cooler, in my opinion. Like dad, they’re giants. Aiden is 6’4 and Bryce is 6’5. They’ve been that tall since they were 17 and 14, respectively. But somehow, they look a lot younger than they actually are. Mom says they get their baby faces from dad. Baby faces? Gag me.
They spend as much time as possible as wolves, running and improving their hunting skills. Unlike dad and myself, Aiden and Bryce like to eat like the rest of my family- they hunt for wildlife in the woods on our 1,000-acre estate. But unlike the rest of my family, with maybe the exception of Uncle Em, my brothers eat like savages. Often times, they’ll come home with their fur caked with blood and dirt. So gross. I got tired of the stench, one day they came home to find personalized gift from me- two oversized doghouses in the back yard. Mom didn’t think it was very nice but dad and aunt Rosie thought it was hilarious.
My mom, Renesmee, and my dad, Jacob, have been married for 30 years. He still looks at her like a man in love for the first time in his life. Sometimes, it’s sickening how cute they are together. It’s amazing seeing them together knowing our family’s history. My dad is from the Quileute tribe in La Push, a small reservation near Forks, Washington where my mom was born. The legend of my dad’s people says that they are decedents of wolves and the “Cold Ones,” also known as vampires, are their mortal enemies. The Cullen vampires--my mother’s family--and the Quileute elders had a treaty in place for more than 80 years before my dad became an Alpha. No humans were to be hunted or harmed in Forks. Easy enough for a family of vegetarian vampires. That is until my grandmother, Bella, came along and changed everything.