Dance with Me Darling
What if Bella and Edward decided they didn't want Jake to be with Nessie? What if they forced her to leave him in the only way possible, by breaking his heart? This is my twist on what happens after Breaking Dawn.
1. Chapter 1
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Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. I take center stage to take my bow. We take a cast bow before the curtains fall. I turn around and go from a happy Clara to my normal, sad Renesmee Carlie Cullen. How can I be sad when I have a leading role in the “Nutcracker”? When I was 7, my parents made me tell my one true love to go away. They were sending me to Julliard to learn to be a professional ballerina. They would pay for everything I needed and/ or wanted. The only catch was I had to tell J- him that I hated him and never wanted to see him again. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life.
“Jake, can we talk?”
“Sure Nessie, what’s up?”
“I don’t think we should be friends.”
“WHAT? Nessie, you can’t be serious.”
“I am. Jake, think about it. We aren’t right for each other. I’m part vampire, you’re a werewolf. We’re sworn enemies.”
“Nessie is this why you’ve been ignoring me the past week? ‘Cuz I called you and came over to your house. Is it ‘cuz you don’t want to be friends, or is it because I told you I loved you and you don’t want to rush it? Nessie, I can go back to just being your friend, no love stuff included. I can love you like a brother loves a sister if that’s what you want. Nessie, tell me what I can do? I change for you!”
“Jacob, listen to me and do what I say. Turn around, run back to La Push, and stay yourself. I can’t be with you because even though you love me, I don’t love you. In fact, ever since you told me, more reasons of why I hate you keep popping up in my head. This is good bye. I will never make you see me again. I don’t want to hurt you. My family and I are leaving anyway. Don’t follow us. Goodbye Jacob. I hate you,” I lied. Good bye love, I said in my head. I turned and started to run away so he wouldn’t see my tears. I ran and listened as he whispered to me.
“Don’t do this Nessie. Come back Renesmee. Please Nessie, don’t do this.”
It’s been 4 years and I am frozen at the age of 17. I go to my dressing room and take off my costume. After changing into normal clothing, I hang up my costume and grab my bag. I walk to the stage doors, where my parents are waiting for me.
“You were very good tonight Renesmee,” my mom says.”That schooling is paying off.”
“You looked wonderful,” my dad complimented me.
“Thanks.” We start to walk to my apartment, but are stopped by a couple of people wanting autographs and pictures. We start to walk again when I hear a familiar voice say, “Nessie”, a name I haven’t been called in 4 years.