16
Jacob
Renesmee. My beautiful Renesmee. I MUST be dead. Here she was, dancing to an unearthly melody, her long, bronze hair twisting as she spun and shining in the sun. Then the vision disappeared.
Renesmee looked at me. Her body faded.
"No!" I barked, running towards her as fast as my four legs could carry me. I got there too late. Renesmee disappeared. I looked around, and heard Renesmee laugh behind me. I turned around. Renesmee was running away, looking behind her every few seconds. She ran like I was chasing her. As she took another step, she faded. I heard her singing. I phased and looked to my left. There she was in a tree, chant one of her own compositions.
"What if toi left,
Me here,
Just left me to die,
to fear?
All of my heart
Would seek out yours,
For that's the only
Thing I hold.
What if...
What if toi left me,
here..."
As she finished the chorus, she disappeared. I heard a booming round of applause. I looked behind me to find Mark, well dressed, applauding Renesmee, who was now gone.
"Bravo! She's quite good, isn't she?" he taunted.
"Where is my Renesmee?" I commanded. Mark turned his head.
"Renesmee, hon, come on out," he called. Then the most beautiful figure appeared out of the shadows. She was wearing a flowing, silken dress, similar to what the visions were wearing. The white cloth looked alien. It flowed down her legs and didn't pick up a speck of dirt as it trailed behind her.
"Do toi recognize this man? He seems to know you," Mark said.
"Yes," Renesmee whispered. This couldn't be Renesmee. Her pupils changed their size whenever she looked to the light. Her eyes were sparkling whenever she looked at Mark, like she liked him, but was hiding it. Her cœur, coeur beat... HER HEART.
"What'd toi DO to my Renesmee?" I commanded.
"YOUR Renesmee?" Renesmee scoffed. Her arms folded across her chest.
"Renesmee, you're not real. The real toi is dead in the Cullens' house. You're just, an image," I explained.
"EXCUSE me?" Renesmee yelled. "An IMAGE?!"
"Yes. Mark made your body, a volé, étole your heart, and put it into a mindless shell."
"MINDLESS?!!!" Renesmee screamed.
"Oh, shoot, I meant that toi don't know what Mark is, ou what he is capable of."
Renesmee wiped her eyes. Tears flowed down anyways. She ran away, crying. Before she disappeared behind the trees, she turned around and yelled, "You didn't DO anything! My real body is in the house. Mark duplicated it so I can live. I'M not DEAD! Mark actually saved me when the vortex closed!" She turned and ran.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Go home," Mark a dit gently. "I'll talk to her."
I watched as he ran in the same direction. I shifted and ran back home. I thought nothing as I went upstairs to Renemee's room. I didn't want to get Edward's hopes up. I sat down at the piano she had in her room and finished the composition she sang.
"I'll cry,
I'll die,
If I don't have toi in my arms.
Please, baby,
Don't leave me,
Alone."
I held her hand as I fell asleep suivant to her body.
Jacob
Renesmee. My beautiful Renesmee. I MUST be dead. Here she was, dancing to an unearthly melody, her long, bronze hair twisting as she spun and shining in the sun. Then the vision disappeared.
Renesmee looked at me. Her body faded.
"No!" I barked, running towards her as fast as my four legs could carry me. I got there too late. Renesmee disappeared. I looked around, and heard Renesmee laugh behind me. I turned around. Renesmee was running away, looking behind her every few seconds. She ran like I was chasing her. As she took another step, she faded. I heard her singing. I phased and looked to my left. There she was in a tree, chant one of her own compositions.
"What if toi left,
Me here,
Just left me to die,
to fear?
All of my heart
Would seek out yours,
For that's the only
Thing I hold.
What if...
What if toi left me,
here..."
As she finished the chorus, she disappeared. I heard a booming round of applause. I looked behind me to find Mark, well dressed, applauding Renesmee, who was now gone.
"Bravo! She's quite good, isn't she?" he taunted.
"Where is my Renesmee?" I commanded. Mark turned his head.
"Renesmee, hon, come on out," he called. Then the most beautiful figure appeared out of the shadows. She was wearing a flowing, silken dress, similar to what the visions were wearing. The white cloth looked alien. It flowed down her legs and didn't pick up a speck of dirt as it trailed behind her.
"Do toi recognize this man? He seems to know you," Mark said.
"Yes," Renesmee whispered. This couldn't be Renesmee. Her pupils changed their size whenever she looked to the light. Her eyes were sparkling whenever she looked at Mark, like she liked him, but was hiding it. Her cœur, coeur beat... HER HEART.
"What'd toi DO to my Renesmee?" I commanded.
"YOUR Renesmee?" Renesmee scoffed. Her arms folded across her chest.
"Renesmee, you're not real. The real toi is dead in the Cullens' house. You're just, an image," I explained.
"EXCUSE me?" Renesmee yelled. "An IMAGE?!"
"Yes. Mark made your body, a volé, étole your heart, and put it into a mindless shell."
"MINDLESS?!!!" Renesmee screamed.
"Oh, shoot, I meant that toi don't know what Mark is, ou what he is capable of."
Renesmee wiped her eyes. Tears flowed down anyways. She ran away, crying. Before she disappeared behind the trees, she turned around and yelled, "You didn't DO anything! My real body is in the house. Mark duplicated it so I can live. I'M not DEAD! Mark actually saved me when the vortex closed!" She turned and ran.
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Go home," Mark a dit gently. "I'll talk to her."
I watched as he ran in the same direction. I shifted and ran back home. I thought nothing as I went upstairs to Renemee's room. I didn't want to get Edward's hopes up. I sat down at the piano she had in her room and finished the composition she sang.
"I'll cry,
I'll die,
If I don't have toi in my arms.
Please, baby,
Don't leave me,
Alone."
I held her hand as I fell asleep suivant to her body.
-Renesmee-
par the time we landed for THE LAST TIME, I was really tired, despite sleeping like a rock the entire time.
"Emmett is going to personally ensure your permanent skin tone becomes bright red," Jacob remarked.
I scowled at him; I hated that I blushed so frequently.
"But I like it," he grinned. "It makes toi look cute."
"Are toi on his side ou mine?" I almost growled at him. I was NOT in the mood for this.
"Yours," he said, still grinning.
"Great. Then please be plus supportive."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting me.
"Whatever," I mumbled as we stepped into the cab.
* * *
par the time we reached Forks, I was still incredibly tired.
The last thing I remembered was steeping out of the cab, and making it eight steps before my legs folded underneath me and Jacob's warm arms catching me before I fell.
I blinked my eyes closed, too exhausted to move.
par the time we landed for THE LAST TIME, I was really tired, despite sleeping like a rock the entire time.
"Emmett is going to personally ensure your permanent skin tone becomes bright red," Jacob remarked.
I scowled at him; I hated that I blushed so frequently.
"But I like it," he grinned. "It makes toi look cute."
"Are toi on his side ou mine?" I almost growled at him. I was NOT in the mood for this.
"Yours," he said, still grinning.
"Great. Then please be plus supportive."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting me.
"Whatever," I mumbled as we stepped into the cab.
* * *
par the time we reached Forks, I was still incredibly tired.
The last thing I remembered was steeping out of the cab, and making it eight steps before my legs folded underneath me and Jacob's warm arms catching me before I fell.
I blinked my eyes closed, too exhausted to move.
10. Tell him only to address toi in a cute English accent.
9. Call him Carlisle, but be sure to pronounce the “s”. When he corrects you, give him a weird look and tell him the “q” is silent.
8. Ask if blondes really do have plus fun.
7. Inquire as to what he actually does on his night shift on the hospital, with all the pretty nurses in the ER.
6. Instead of telling him to “get lost” in an argument, tell him to swim to France.
5. When he annoys you, respond with “times have changed, old man”.
4. Ask what type of superhuman power compassion is – what does he do in a fight? l’amour thy enemy to death?
3. Leap out from behind the bureau in his study when he isn’t expecting it and spray him with Holy Water.
2. Call him McSteamy ou McDreamy.
And the Number One way to annoy Carlisle Cullen?
1. Run around the Emergency Room screaming “I’ve been bitten! I’ve been bitten!”
9. Call him Carlisle, but be sure to pronounce the “s”. When he corrects you, give him a weird look and tell him the “q” is silent.
8. Ask if blondes really do have plus fun.
7. Inquire as to what he actually does on his night shift on the hospital, with all the pretty nurses in the ER.
6. Instead of telling him to “get lost” in an argument, tell him to swim to France.
5. When he annoys you, respond with “times have changed, old man”.
4. Ask what type of superhuman power compassion is – what does he do in a fight? l’amour thy enemy to death?
3. Leap out from behind the bureau in his study when he isn’t expecting it and spray him with Holy Water.
2. Call him McSteamy ou McDreamy.
And the Number One way to annoy Carlisle Cullen?
1. Run around the Emergency Room screaming “I’ve been bitten! I’ve been bitten!”