*I know it may confuse toi that Alice can see Renesmee, but in my version Alice has always been able to*
Renesmee’s Point Of View
My mind was conjuring up so many possibilities as a bounded up the front porch steps to my house. I had been at Jacob’s the whole jour and then my mom called and told me to come over with Jacob as soon as possible. I was reaching for the door handle, but the door flew open before I had the chance to open the door.
“Surprise!” A chorus of voices shouted around me. Everyone was there. Mom, dad, Auntie Alice, Uncle Jasper, Aunt Rosalie, Uncle Emmett, Carlisle, Esme, Grandpa Charlie, and most of the pack from La Push.
I took a startled jump backwards and Jacob caught me from behind.
“Happy Birthday” he whispered lovingly into my ear.
I couldn’t help the wide grin that crossed my face. Jacob and I moved our way through the door and everyone was surrounding me with “Happy Birthday’s” all around. My mom and dad both gave me a big hug and my mom kissed me on the forehead.
“Happy 12th Birthday Renesmee,” My mom laughed “gave toi quite the scare didn’t we?”
“No.” I lied. My dad laughed obviously lire my thoughts. If he wasn’t around I would have gotten away with the lie too. I was a good liar.
“Renesmee,” Auntie Alice called from the cuisine “we made toi a cake!”
I’m sure she didn’t forget the fact that I didn’t eat human nourriture and that the cake was plus meant for my Jacob and his pack, but it was the thought that counted. I flashed her a grin. “Chocolate I hope?”
“Of course!” she laughed. All of a sudden, her face went blank. The cake dropped from her hands and splattered onto the floor. Uncle Jasper was at her side in a flash.
“Alice, Alice! What’s wrong? Alice!” he whispered to her. Panic clearly on his features.
Dad had the same blank expression as Auntie Alice as he allowed himself into her mind.
Some of our guest’s faces were puzzled. Some worried. I’m pretty sure mine was a mixture of both.
“Dad?” I asked as I moved to stand at his side. “Dad, what did Aunt Alice see?”
He was La Reine des Neiges for a seconde then glanced down to answer my question. “You, Renesmee.”
Renesmee’s Point Of View
My mind was conjuring up so many possibilities as a bounded up the front porch steps to my house. I had been at Jacob’s the whole jour and then my mom called and told me to come over with Jacob as soon as possible. I was reaching for the door handle, but the door flew open before I had the chance to open the door.
“Surprise!” A chorus of voices shouted around me. Everyone was there. Mom, dad, Auntie Alice, Uncle Jasper, Aunt Rosalie, Uncle Emmett, Carlisle, Esme, Grandpa Charlie, and most of the pack from La Push.
I took a startled jump backwards and Jacob caught me from behind.
“Happy Birthday” he whispered lovingly into my ear.
I couldn’t help the wide grin that crossed my face. Jacob and I moved our way through the door and everyone was surrounding me with “Happy Birthday’s” all around. My mom and dad both gave me a big hug and my mom kissed me on the forehead.
“Happy 12th Birthday Renesmee,” My mom laughed “gave toi quite the scare didn’t we?”
“No.” I lied. My dad laughed obviously lire my thoughts. If he wasn’t around I would have gotten away with the lie too. I was a good liar.
“Renesmee,” Auntie Alice called from the cuisine “we made toi a cake!”
I’m sure she didn’t forget the fact that I didn’t eat human nourriture and that the cake was plus meant for my Jacob and his pack, but it was the thought that counted. I flashed her a grin. “Chocolate I hope?”
“Of course!” she laughed. All of a sudden, her face went blank. The cake dropped from her hands and splattered onto the floor. Uncle Jasper was at her side in a flash.
“Alice, Alice! What’s wrong? Alice!” he whispered to her. Panic clearly on his features.
Dad had the same blank expression as Auntie Alice as he allowed himself into her mind.
Some of our guest’s faces were puzzled. Some worried. I’m pretty sure mine was a mixture of both.
“Dad?” I asked as I moved to stand at his side. “Dad, what did Aunt Alice see?”
He was La Reine des Neiges for a seconde then glanced down to answer my question. “You, Renesmee.”
