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Farewell, Forks

Please review or rate! The Cullens, Jacob, and Seth move to New Hampshire, where a new vampire comes into their life; but not before a devastating car accident alters Bella's family forever. EXCERPT: Edward sat back down on the bed next to me, and held the neatly-wrapped package out to his daughter. “This is from your mother and me; happy birthday,” he said gently. While her eyes were transfixed on the package, I shot him a silent thought. What is this? He just smiled and left me hanging. Renesmee slowly turned and walked towards the package, thrilled at the prospect of an unexpected treasure. She took the box and carefully untied the ribbon. When she lifted the top of the box, she revealed a stunning gem in the shape of a heart. It was identical to the one Edward gave me after graduation, but instead of a flawless and colorless diamond charm meant for a bracelet, it was a blood red ruby attached to a delicate, silver chain and meant to be worn around her neck.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of Stephanie Meyer. No copyright infringement is intended. Bella's POV

6. Party Prep

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Edward and I reached the back door, and on our way up the stairs, Renesmee went flying past us.

“Woah! Slow it down, kiddo, we’ve got guests.” I exclaimed.

“Okay, mom!” Renesmee shouted behind her as she slowed her pace around the house.

“And Ness, no getting dirty until after the pictures are taken!” called Alice, who was waiting for us with her arms crossed. Her stern look faded into a smile when she saw how we were dressed.

“Where is she going?” I asked?

“Jacob has a present for Renesmee. It’s in the front.”

“A horse?” Edward asked, seeing the image in Alice’s mind. “Where is he going to keep it?”

Vampires didn’t often keep pets, and getting Ness a dog for her birthday would be a challenge. Animals shied away from us instinctively, given that we were the world’s most adept predators. But Renesmee loved animals. She charmed them as easily as she charmed the rest of us. Her affection for them certainly wasn’t hurt by the fact that two of her best friends could turn into wolves whenever they wanted.

Edward had feared that her love for animals would change her will to hunt, but like a human that eats meat, she was able to separate sustenance from animal companionship.

“The house in New Hampshire has stables, Edward,” Alice reminded him. “Jacob’s going to bring it with him when he and Seth drive out.”

“Are Renee and Phil up yet?” I asked. I had just consented to getting a dog, which might not even be willing to live among eight and half vampires. I wasn’t ready to contemplate the responsibilities of owning a horse. Best leave that to Jacob.

“They’re awake,” said Edward, glaring at our sister, “But they’re going to lounge around in bed a little while longer.”

I shook my head. The mental image of Renee and Phil in bed was not something I needed, ever.

“I see them coming down at seven,” answered Alice. “And everyone else will be here at seven thirty.”

“I’m sure everyone is thrilled,” I said dryly.

Alice smiled, ignoring our lack of enthusiasm, and held up a sheet of paper covered in her neat handwriting. “Edward, here’s the list of to-dos. The supplies are in the garage.” She shook her head as she looked at her watch. “And don’t let Seth and Emmett get distracted. With the portrait session and everyone having to move at human speed, it’s going to take a lot longer than usual.”

Emmett, Seth and Jasper came down the stairs, all dressed to the nines, and Edward dutifully took the list.

“Lighten up, sis,” said Emmett. “It’s a party. It’s meant to be fun?” He flipped a nod at Edward. “Hey, bro.”

“Edward!” said Seth. “Thank god you’re here. Alice here was about to pop a gasket.”

For the past two and half years, Seth and Jacob lived just a couple miles from our house. As a gift for their loyalty during my pregnancy, Esme and Carlisle bought a nearby property and offered it to them. Though Jacob’s rivalry with Sam was long over, he couldn’t bear to live on the reservation, miles away from Renesmee.

Seth, having never imprinted, stayed on with Jacob, and he slid right into life with the Cullen family. Embry and Quill remained on the reservation, and Leah, Seth’s sister, decided to leave Forks. Going back to the reservation to resume the torture of living with her former boyfriend, Sam and the object of his imprinting, Emily, was out of the question. Instead, she opted for a fresh start. She moved to Canada to live with a tribe that was loosely related to the Quileutes and never looked back. It had been hard on her mother, Sue Clearwater, but Sue says Leah has been able to finally move on from her heartbreak over Sam.

“You,” Alice said as she turned her attention to me, “Your culinary skills are needed in the kitchen.” She grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs.

Behind me I heard the guys start to roughhouse.

“Get going you guys!” demanded Alice.

Another day of bliss had begun.


In the kitchen, Alice and I found Carlisle, Esme and Rosalie cooking breakfast for Renee and Phil. The Food Network was on in the background, and they debated whether or not half and half cream could work in place of heavy cream.

“It will work,” I said, “but it will change the consistency a little. I can go to the store up the road,” I offered.

“The store doesn’t open until seven,” said Rosalie, rolling her eyes in frustration. Cooking for humans was never her thing.

Rosalie was still Rosalie, but Renesmee’s birth had softened her up ever-so-slightly. A living, breathing child was the perfect antidote to Rosalie’s regrets about the way her human life ended, and she now had two great loves in her life: Emmett and Renesmee.

“Good morning, Bella,” said Carlisle, who was cutting up large chunks of ham. “You look nice.”

“Thanks, Carlisle. You, too,” I said.

“Renee and Phil like quiche, right?” asked Esme.

“Sure, they’ll eat whatever.”

I watched as Rosalie shattered eggs into a bowl with too much force, sending bits of shell into the mixture.

“Rose, why don’t you let me do that?”

She gave me a grateful look and stepped away from the bowl, yolk dripping from her hands. “I thought you’d never ask.” She left to go help the boys.