I am Reneesmee
Tara is pale athletic and beautiful. But when injction marks start to show up on her arms as well as recieving an unexpected visitor in her bedroom will she discover she is not really who she thought she was?
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7. Chapter 7
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It wasn’t long before she began to ask questions. I understood how much she’d missed and didn’t understand, but her curiosity was exhausting. She’d gotten that from Bella. Not that I minded their curious nature it’s just afterwards I wish I was able to sleep even for just a moment. I put on a brave face knowing this was a small price to pay to be reunited with my daughter. But soon the questions became trying because I could “read” the pain behind them.
“Why did you… um… give me up?” her voice was slightly strangled as the question rolled, practically incoherently, off her tongue. I felt a dagger of emotion stab at my still heart. I knew the question would be asked but I didn’t anticipate the intensity of it. Carlisle seeing my inner distress answered.
“None of us abandoned we simply came across…” he went silent momentarily sorting through the words he could use. “ a complication.” I saw pain instantly shoot across her face. She thought she had been the complication. Maybe I shouldn’t have come back if I was that horrible… I heard her think. Carlisle saw it to.
“ Do you remember the Volturri?” he asked I watched her face for a reaction what I saw nearly broke my heart.
The flashback wasn’t like the first. I saw a cold winter valley and a dark mass casually but still hostilely approaching. Soon I was able to see the three figures at the head of the group. The one in the middle had a joyous look upon his face though his mission was grim. The two flanking him had emotionless scowls that seemed to be chiseled onto their marble faces.
Then I remember my mother holding me then my father then placing me on To Jacob’s wolf form. I felt emotional pain rack my body as I understood that I may never see them again. Then I remember an unnerving amount of determination to do what ever it took to keep my family together. I remember enduring my mind being viewed (an odd buzzing sensation).
Then I remembered a year of happiness and peace. That small santurary of peace was again corrupted by the return of the three. Their greed to control all and to use my family as tools. How we fought desperately for days to protect the unsucpecting humans of Forks and in the end ourselves. Lastly I remembered my decision to leave to protect my family. Taking the place of a couples abducted daughter without their knowledge. I had left of my own will. I’d not been abandoned.