Since I have the chance to explain, I think I will just note down that when I first started writing ‘The Daybreak Chronicles’ it was set a few months after the events of Breaking Dawn and personally, I found this a good place to begin with. Having started, I found that with Renesmee still being quite young the central stories would be based around the other characters: The Cullens etc. However, if Breaking Dawn was to continue I would more-over focus on Leah and Renesmee as they would be the future of the novels from two different perspectives (shifter and vampire hybrid). Don’t get me wrong or anything, you do also need stories from the other characters as well ’cause their the icing on the cake to top it all off.
So I have, and I hope not to confuse you, changed it so the entries are now set a few years after the events of the Breaking Dawn book. I believe the Cullen’s deserve a few years of happiness and a relative calm life after everything they’ve been through – though with Renesmee around I doubt their lives would be dull enough to cause boredom.
The earlier entries will remain as they are – in some I know it says it’s set a few months after Breaking Dawn – but starting from the first entry from Jacob (Good Times) the entries will be set a few years after so; Renesmee is now practically grown up, Edward and Bella are still irrevocably in love, they still live in Forks (though I’m planning a move soon enough) and the wolf-pack are still happily running patrols.
And while I’m writing this; I’d love to give a warm welcome to the new writers at Bella’s Diary who are amazingly talented and their entry’s have me jumping from my seat every time. Welcome Erin and Sarah! You can read Edward’s Diary written by Sarah here: http://www.bellasdiary.com/?p=14697 (She gets Edward so perfectly it’s like having him leap from your computer screen) and Alice’s Diary by Erin (who happens to actually be the reincarnation of Alice herself) here: http://www.bellasdiary.com/?p=14740
With best regards,
- Jacob, Black
As Carlisle removed each glass shard from my tensed arm it felt as if the wound continued to bleed internally, the blood acidic and it melted my bones leaving just the skin. Exposed and fragile.
The glass fell onto the metal platter with a piercing clink clink. It was like a cold wind nipping at my skin. I refused the damn needle and thread; but it already felt like an icy needle was being plunged into my heart, cooling the burning flames that spread through my body like a wildfire. “Ouch! You couldn’t be any gentler, could you?” I asked, as the last piece of glass was plucked from my arm.
“Sorry, Jacob, I’m just fascinated by Nahuel’s actions,” he answered calmly, but his eyes were deep with worry. Somehow, I knew Carlisle struggled like every vampire, regardless of his immunity to blood, but he kept it hidden.
“It’s okay, Doc,” I replied, pulling a strip of material from the bandage, wrapping it around my arm firmly. There was a faint pulsing sting before it faded away, like every other piece of hope I had experienced today. Dam bloodsucker! Renesmee isn’t ready for this choice yet and neither am I.
Carlisle started wiping down the bench with disinfectant. Pulling myself down from the counter I grabbed a cloth and helped out – it rid me of my thoughts in which I was being over-dramatic with. Could she really pick him over me? He is a half-breed as well, unlike me? “How are you feeling, Jacob?”
“About what?” I rung out the cloth, putting all of my uneasiness and annoyance into the chore.
His meaningful eyes watched me intently, “About Nahuel and Renesmee.” My face crumpled and he seemed to understand instantly. He sighed and patted my arm tenderly, as if to comfort. “Your imprint with my grand-daughter is strong.”
“You have no idea,” I alleged.
He stood up; the doctor looking younger than ever before as he lost his serious expression and for one moment became the innocent man he used to be. “I think I do, Jacob, and I will let you in on a secret,” he replied. “When I first met Esme, she was a young girl and she was in hospital after falling from a tree. Her parents were frantic and I was charged as her doctor – I had only just mastered my aversion to human blood a while before then, you see, but her blood was just so sensational and sweet that I almost lost it. However, her innocent and beautiful face also had me rooted to the spot – it was like being in a game of tug of war; I was being pulled from both sides. The blood and her actual self. She held me in place; it was as if she was the sun and I was just a small insignificant planet that was orbiting her. So you see, Esme is to me what Renesmee is to you.” His voice was low, but his features portrayed a deep happiness in sharing his secret and I was kinda happy he shared it with me.
For one second, I saw Edward stand at the doorway and smile – Oh hell! Reading my thoughts again! – But he disappeared back into the living room where everyone was shouting out their thoughts. ‘Blondie’ currently had the spotlight saying that Nahuel might be better for Nessie than I would be– I ground my teeth as Edward snapped back a sour comment and Emmett came in defending Rosalie.
I turned back to Carlisle, “Thanks, I’m glad you told me. My imprint with Renesmee is so intense, it’s like everything I see is her face – it’s even printed behind my eyelids as I sleep,” I admitted. The counter was now cleaned up and my arm was fully healed, I grabbed a bowl of Esme’s delicious tomato soup and ate it hungrily – while the argument from the adjoining room grew louder than ever.
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my deeper emotions buried. Carlisle left for his study shortly after, “Hey Jake,” Nessie popped her head around the door frame as if she didn’t know if she was allowed in, her mouth set in a frown.
“Hey kiddo,” I beckoned her in. Grabbing a fairy cake from the bench she came and sat down next to me, her sweet fruity smell practically leaping from her skin hitting me in the face. “What’s up?”
“I don’t know what to do, Jake. I’m so confused,” she leaned into my shoulder miserably. My breath hitched for a minute.
The leach has a twisted mind and a black heart, how can he want to force this decision upon her so early. She barely knows what she wants, so how she can decide who she wants the most. Does she even see me like that? I wrapped my arm around her tightly, savoring what could be our last warm embrace – however much I tired, I couldn’t rid myself of these dark thoughts. “It’s up to you, honey. No-one can tell you who to pick.”
“I don’t want to though, doesn’t anybody understand?” she moaned into my arm.
“Renesmee,” I put a finger under her chin and pulled up her head, delicately tucking a loose curl of her hair behind her ear. “If you don’t want to choose yet, you don’t have to.”
The fairy cake crumpled in her hand as she squashed it in her fist, the crumbs scattering across the floor, “I have to make it now otherwise, Nahuel will never come back.” I looked at my watch and finished my soup before heading for the door, “Are you going, Jacob?” she asked sadly.
I shrugged my shoulders gloomily. “Patrol.”
“You will be back for tonight, won’t you? I want you with me.”
Why is everything so darn complicated? Why did this freakin’ leech have to make Nessie pick on the night of the firework display? The Cullen’s had planned a small bonfire for tonight and I had promised to go. “Sure, I’ll be here, honey.”
Kissing her on the head softly, I strolled out the back door and found myself on four paws, the forest’s tree’s towering above me like ancient giants.
After jumping into the shower following patrol with the boys, I pulled on a clean shirt, scribbled down a note for my dad and said goodbye to Paul, who was hanging out at my house more these days – our cupboards now bare of our much-needed food. Jumping onto my motorcycle I rode to the Cullen house, pushing the speed limits as I got closer to the bridge over the Calawah River that led to the house; I could see the girly twinkly lights wound around the tree’s and even from the distance I could see Emmett and Jasper shoving wood on a massive bonfire that was sixty times the size of a normal one – Trust Alice to make everything into such a big deal! She is an unstoppable force of nature!
When I pulled into the garage Edward was sitting in his Volvo, his hands clenched tightly around the wheel – it was the less conspicuous car of them all! He jumped up and walked towards me; I thought he was gonna punch me but he held back. “You have to tell her!” he shouted.
“Tell who what? And what exactly should I be telling them?” I joked. It’s like you have a storm cloud hovering above your head, calm down.
He was grasping his fists so hard that if he were human, he’d of crushed his own bones by now. “Renesmee! You have to tell her you’re her imprint; I won’t have her leaving with that vampire.”
“It’s her choice, she’s old enough to make her own decisions, you can’t change that,” I retorted bitterly, then casually went to walk away but he grabbed me by the arm. I flinched back and rolled my own fists into a ball.
Edward pulled away. “What if she doesn’t choose you, what happens then? You say you wouldn’t want her to stay if she loved him, that you would let her go; but, you’re her imprint, Jacob. Think about it.”
My heart throbbed and I could feel the blood getting hotter and hotter with each searing word. I knew he was right – I wouldn’t want her to go – but I wouldn’t put my happiness first. “Is that what went through your head when Bella could have chosen me instead of you?” I pronounced each word sharply and left hurriedly.
I found Edward’s old room; the window we had smashed was still empty, the cool air nipped at my skin and raised the hairs on my arms. Every question sprung to mind as I stood here; all of my tormenting thoughts pulling themselves from their locked tombs and mocking me, taunting me with thoughts that Renesmee might not pick me, and I would be alone. If she didn’t pick me, it would feel like a curtain had been slammed down in front of my vision and I wouldn’t be-able to see anything, just darkness.
I could see the bonfire from the window and everyone was crowded around it in couples – Edward and Bella practically knitted together, Jasper and Alice hugging, Carlisle and Esme holding hands while exchanging silent words and Rosalie was in Emmett’s arms. No Renesmee.
She was gone! She had picked Nahuel!
My arms hung limp and everything about me seemed to melt away. Without Renesmee I feared I wouldn’t even remember what it would feel like to be so happy and content.
“It’s about to start.” I jumped from my skin and Nessie strode out from the shadows. She was wearing a deep blue dress that fell down her body in a cascade of cobalt waves and her hair was clipped up in soft curls. Her cheeks were blushed a faint rose and her lips were full and painted with a shimmering lip-gloss. “Aren’t you coming, Jacob?”
“Where’s Nahuel? Aren’t you with him?” I retorted sourly.
Her face was creased with a sort of deprivation – as if she needed something badly and she couldn’t get to it. “I sent him away; he wasn’t the one I was looking for.”
For one moment I had felt like everything had disappeared from me, like I had become a black hole in the vacuum of space, but now everything came rushing back. I could hardly breathe. My ribcage felt like it was about to explode. “You didn’t pick him?” I stammered from shock.
“No, I didn’t pick anyone,” she walked towards me and looked out towards the crackling bonfire.
“So you’re sending me away as well?”
Her face turned and she looked at me deeply; standing on her tip-toes her fingers traced over every inch of my face – drawing over the outlines of my facial features where they stopped at my lips. She stood still. I stood still. Time stopped. Nothing else mattered besides us two. “I couldn’t pick you Jacob, because you’re already mine… and I’m your imprint, after all.
“How did you know?” I questioned, my fingers replaying the trail she made on my face over her soft features.
“I’ve always felt it, Jacob. You’re there in my heart all the time.” She placed my hand over her chest where I could feel her throbbing heart; it was fluttering like the wings of a butterfly. “When I had to decide today, I really felt it. I remember you always being there, that look in your eyes and it’s replayed in mine every time I think about you. Plus; I heard you and Carlisle talking about it before I came in, that made it certain,” she added, chuckling.
I cupped her chin in my hands, “I love you, Renesmee and I always will.”
“I love you too, Jacob.”
Everything exploded in sparks. The fireworks started going off as soon as our lips collided; her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer so there was not a breath between us, my fingers threading in her hair and pulling the clip free so her hair fell loosely down her back. With her free hand she stroked my back with her tender fingers and I felt my body shiver with pleasure. Her lips were so soft and tasted like peach lip-gloss. Our tongues danced together as another sprout of rockets shot into the sky, sparks of all colours shattering around our glued forms.
Her lips were moulded together with mine – like they were meant to be – and her fruity smell was everywhere. I could even taste it! “You’re my everything,” I mumbled as I trailed kisses down her cheek to her collarbone, she was trembling in my grasp from the waves of desire we were both feeling.
When we finally pulled apart it was to breathe; wrapping ourselves in each other’s arms we sank to the floor to watch the fireworks, explosions of color painted across the sky. For the first time in my life, I kept my eyes wide open to experience everything: the starry sky, the caring and passionate family beneath us by the bonfire and my beautiful Renesmee as she pulled up on her elbows to kiss me on the lips once more ending the evening in complete and utter bliss.
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