- Leah, Clearwater
He wandered through the crowd knowingly; it was like he was walking through a field of moving asteroids and he still knew the correct path. Glances from all around were glued to his retreating figure.
“Hey honey, you’re about to spill your drink.” Ben’s voice split my concentration. I was in pure, raw agony. I couldn’t think, breathe or even speak without stammering. Everything from La Push had been building inside of me, then suddenly it blew up in my face and now I’m imprinted. The very thing I wanted to avoid and to get away from.
“Um, sorry,” I mumbled quietly putting my face in my hands. I felt like silently weeping.
Ben put a reassuring hand on my shoulder; I could see his concerned glance from behind his blonde hair which covered his eyes. “I would be feeling like crap as well if I learnt my crush was getting it on with some thin stick figure,” he chirped in.
My eyes widened in anger, “What did you just say?”
“You didn’t hear? Everyone’s talking about it; I thought you would have heard. Jeremy told me about it at the counter; he’s so full of gossip…” Ben trailed on dreamily.
“Which plastic doll is he playing ‘Ken’ with?” I asked, momentarily distracted from my inner turmoil.
I started to feel feverish as I thought about it in detail. “Erm…Tara Leigh, she got her claws out before you had a chance. Don’t get down, that piece of artificial plastic won’t get far with him. And he’s totally not worth you now, Leah.”
I groaned into my cup as I took another sip of my Espresso, biting my tongue when it turned out to be too hot. I took another glance over towards the other side of the coffee shop and snapped my head back as soon as he caught me gawking at him like an idiot. Completely foolish, why did I just do that! Does he know I imprinted on him? How is he feeling about it? That’s if the feelings aren’t forced upon him. “My day is getting better and better,” I responded, my voice thick with sarcasm.
“Have you noticed the new guy?” Ben asked curiously, changing the topic of the conversation. “He’s just simply scrumptious, I could eat him up.”
I raised an eyebrow at him and wagged a finger disapprovingly, “Well I guess Jeremy won’t like that and maybe I should tell him as he’s walking this way anyways.”
Ben instantly jerked around in the seat to check; then he ran his fingers through his hair nervously, straightened his crinkled Band T-Shirt and pulled on a confident smile. “I didn’t say I liked him that way, Leah. Now Sssh,” he hissed under his breath.
“Go get him tiger.” I made a quiet roaring sound and made the claw motion with my fingers. He punched my shoulder playfully and then turned to look at Jeremy who was three steps away from the booth we were sitting in.
Ben stepped from the booth and they both walked outside for a chat. I was left alone, again, with my imprint staring at me from the other side of the room. My heart leapt into my throat and I had to swallow several times to force it back down into my chest. It was beating rapidly like the fluttering wings of a moth that was attracted to a flame. However, this time if I got too close to that flame, I would burn out and die.
I had to be careful around this boy. I didn’t want to imprint, so I’m not going to, I thought to myself. I’ll simply not reciprocate the feelings this boy is forced to feel because of the imprint. It might hurt temporarily, but I’ll do anything to stay happy and not to crawl back into that dark hole I used to be stuck in.
I then caught him staring at me – big brown, fathomless eyes that screamed stay away from me. I flinched violently, clasped my hands around the straps of my rucksack – ringing them tight in my grasp – and then I pulled myself up quickly and left the room so fat it must have looked like a blur. I could still feel his glare on my back as I left, the usual his eyes burning holes through my soul junk.
I strode around the corner into the back alley; my shoulders stiff, spine straight and my head held in as much dignity that I could muster up then I screamed into my hands until bolts of violet shone before my eyes. After I wiped the strained tears away from my face I gathered myself together and found Ben and Jeremy coming from the coffee shop. “Where have you been girl? I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I’ll see you later,” he winked at Jeremy, pecked him on the cheek and came towards me.
I laughed faintly hysterically, “So he finally caved in to your charm, I’m guessing?”
Ben blushed furiously, his skin semi-permanently blemished rosy. “That’s why he came over. He wanted to ask me on a date. It turns out he has liked me for the past few weeks,” he winked cheekily and chuckled ecstatically.
“I’m happy for you. Really.” I put a hand on his wrist and pulled on a happy smile. “By the way, do you mind telling our lecturer I feel ill today? I need to go home.”
“How do you feel ill?” He started acting all professional-like. Testing my temperature, having a shocking gasp when my temperature was blazing hot (although that’s a wolf side-effect) counting my heart beats from my wrist – although very unsuccessfully – and then finally giving in with a sigh of heavy relief. “Get yourself home; I’ll deal with the lecturers temper tantrum if she has one.”
I pulled him into a warm hug, “Thank you, Ben. Have fun on your date tonight. You have to tell me everything tomorrow.”
“Oh I will,” he added a mischievous grin. “I’ll meet you here at twelve. See you later!” He waved me goodbye and set off for Astronomy. Another plus for not attending was I didn’t have to see Joshua with Tara draped over his shoulder like curtains. Not a pretty sight.
It turns out my body alarm didn’t need an afternoon nap at the apartment, so instead I pulled myself along to work. I was gratefully added to the line of the staff for this afternoon, even though it was my day off. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail (it had grown out now and it was past my shoulders) and threw on my work pants and shirt.
I pulled my weight that afternoon; busted loads of tables, took in several large orders, got some generous tips, got my butt slapped by some lad that I felt like punching – I cornered him later – and got whistled at, but of course, I just scowled and walked away. There were some positive and negative factors to working here. After a few hard hours of work I parked myself at one of the stools at the bar and heaved a breathless sigh. Leon moved himself along by my side and started wiping the counter down with an old oil-stained rag. “What’s up, Leah? Regret working on your day off?” he chuckled.
“Not really, I’m just tired and I’ve had a really iffy day. I just want to go to sleep and forget anything ever happened.”
I could see from a distance, dust covering the speckled surfaces of unused dark green champagne bottles, the faded blood red ribbons that were tied around the necks of the bottles and the bright yellow labels. “College, boy or family troubles?”
“None actually, my troubles are not quite of this earth.”
“Oh heavens,” he shouted mockingly. “You’re not an alien, are you?”
I shook my head – nope, I’m a shape-shifter who can turn into a wolf. “Nope I’m not. Don’t worry; I wont abduct you in your sleep.”
“You better not, I’ll be having good dreams tonight and waking me up will get me really annoyed.”
My work day ended on a laughing note and I was glad of that. All of my imprint troubles seemed to be melting away and when I left the restaurant I hurried down a quiet and desolate alleyway and felt a familiar shiver down my spine. It felt good to be back! My two legs transformed into four paws, my face into a long muzzle with snapping jaws. My wolf coat was longer now since my hair had grown, I’d have to get it cut again. I padded back and forth feeling the wind curling through my fur, the concrete underneath my weight and the new strong smells of the city – Grease, burning tires, garbage, the sewers…
I ran back to my apartment through a maze of back alleys, if I was seen in the city it was certain that animal control would be called. Soon enough I found myself at my door. I changed back, using the clothes stashed near a plant pot by my door I pulled them on. I was just pulling my top over my head when I heard a low growling from behind me.
I spun around on my heels to find a pair of yellow animalistic eyes watching me intently; I threw myself against the wall – although I wasn’t as scared as I acted. The eyes disappeared and I heard a low chuckle echo in the darkness. “Who’s there?” I demanded.
“Don’t know who I am yet, do you? Maybe I should introduce myself.” From the shadows emerged my so-called imprint – his chocolate hair dented to one side, his lips in a somewhat cruel, yet surprising smile. He was stark naked. I looked away, instantly embarrassed. “I thought you’d be used to seeing this sort of thing?” he questioned, gesturing to his body.
“What do you mean?”
He took a few paces nearer to me; my skin was alight with wild electricity. “With your pack, I mean. I’m sure you saw stuff like this before,” again, signaling his nude body.
Oh god! How does he know? And why doesn’t he put any clothes on. I had enough of naked half-men back at La Push. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well maybe we should start over. My name’s Daniel, and I am just like you.”
I was about to ask how he is similar to me when all of a sudden; his skin melted away and instead of Daniel standing naked in front of me, a black prowling panther was strolling in front of me. Its hungry eyes at my throat.
The panther growled. A shape-shifter just like you, Daniel replied inside of my mind.
“How is that possible?”
Welcome to my world, my imprint. His voice was bitter and it sliced through me. That was around about the time when I blacked out.
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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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Hey. Just thought I’d let you know, that while Leah is settling into her new life in North Vancouver, Canada, I’d set a few entries from Jacob’s point of view. Now, they’re probably not as good as Meagan’s who writes Jacob’s Diary, because she can write from his point of view and get everything right! But I tired. They are set a month and a half after Leah left, so I hope you enjoy them!
- Jacob, Black
“You ready to go, Ness?” I asked, tousling her brown curls.
Edward was hovering at the doorway, his hands laced together behind his back. I knew he was worried. Bella hugged her daughter. “Be careful, Jacob,” she said, not looking at me.
Nodding, I ran into the trees feeling the familiar shiver down my spine. Heat exploded from inside my ribcage, the fire expanding until it covered the whole length of my body. My back lengthened, my arms and legs became paws, claws protruded from them and dug deeply into the earth. My head transformed into the muzzle of a wolf. I howled up through the canopy of leaves, the twisting branches shuddering, raining down autumn leaves – which got caught in my fur. I shook most of them off, but I knew some of them were still lodged in there as I padded back towards the house. Nessie’s arm’s were sprawled out, her eyes grew big and lively. She wanted to curl her fingers through my fur. I showed a wolfy grin and nudged her.
“There you go, now keep a tight hold,” Bella exclaimed helping her daughter onto my back. “Don’t let go of Jacob, do you understand?” Her voice was now firm, motherly.
“I will, mom,” Renesmee assured. I never really had thought of Bella being a mother, except with my children, but things had turned out differently. I was now imprinted with her daughter. Maybe one day we can be together properly, get married and have kids of our own, if that’s possible. Not that I cared about that yet. For now, I just want to protect Nessie, I thought to myself.
In the distance, Edward’s brow furrowed. Maybe you shouldn’t listen to my thoughts if you don’t like them, I joked. He retreated inside the house, his expression sour. Bella watched him walk away, her face etched in concern. “What have you thought about now?” she asked. I snorted back, “As if I’d say anything to annoy him.”
“I never really have had a chance to see you in your wolf-form again since you had the training sessions with Jasper, when Victoria was after me,” the last words choked out from Bella’s mouth. Her memories were smothered by a thick condensed fog.
Bella could tell what my eyes were asking before I could finish. “Jasper’s fine, a little emotionally scarred from Roxanne, but him and Alice are going to Paris soon for a little time alone. They’re never apart these days,” she half laughed.
“Are we going?” Nessie moaned from my back, her little rug sack jingling from between her shoulder blades. “I want to go to La Push, to see Claire and the wolves.”
Her speech had improved dramatically and sometimes she preferred to use it rather than her special talent, but she had told me one day when she had me playing handstands out on the front lawn that it would always be the best way to show her feelings.
Oh hell, it’s like she’s an adult in a child’s body. Everything about her was matured, maybe even in a few more months she could look like fully grown teenager. Her growth rate had been speeding up rapidly lately, and we were worried. We had no idea why it was speeding up, and Carlisle was thinking about flying out to ask Nahuel about it. Edward would go with him, after all she is his daughter.
“Yes, go and get yourselves away,” Bella interrupted my thoughts, Edward properly watching them. I flashed the image of me with Bella, when she was human, of course, in the sleeping bag the night before the battle with the newborns; I knew he would be laughing, properly mocking my choice. I could have chosen my kiss with Bella on the edge of the cliff, but I knew that would be a dagger to his frozen heart. “Don’t be long, we’re going hunting later.”
I let out a low growl from the back of my throat. “You can come as well,” she smiled. With my tongue lolling out, I pushed her with my nose back to the house and when she was gone I set off. Renesmee was laughing joyfully; her fingers clasped the fur at the nape of my neck as we raced through the woods. We even caught sight of Paul and Jared running patrol. Renesmee waved, but I doubt they saw her. Not that she was hard to miss. She was a diamond amongst everything else, the gleam of light at the end of a dark tunnel. My reason to live.
As I ran for the La Push beach where Quil and Claire were, Nessie’s fingers pulled out each leaf that had lodged itself in my wolf coat. She talked about everything she had been doing lately, it made my heart ache, in a good way, when she told me everything. “I wrote a song for you, Jacob. My dad made one for my mom when they met, so I thought about writing one for you. It’s called Jacob’s Melody. Not very original, I know,” she giggled. “But I thought about how much you mean to me and it just came to me, like the notes fled to my fingers and they played across the piano. My mom says it’s beautiful.” If I were human, I would have been crying as my heart swelled thrice its size. I would properly end up being called spineless by the pack, but hearing her say that made my breaths stifle. “I’ll play it for you when we get back to the house, after we hunt of course. I will beat you this time; you can’t always get the biggest kill,” she said, her voice soft, melodic.
With Nessie getting bigger, and more mature, she hunted just like the rest of us – catching the bigger animals. She had won a few times, and when she did, she would grasp me into a hug, a spark igniting on my skin when she touched me.
When we arrived at the beach, Renesmee ran ahead and greeted Quil, who was sitting with little Claire near the rock pools, her small body covered in sand that clung to her skin. I headed towards the fringe of forest that surround La Push beach and got ready. A few moments later, I was watching Renesmee and Claire by the sea: her skin was glowing with embedded diamonds when the sunlight bounced off her, her brown coils of hair springing in the air, her laughter like a soft tune to my ears.
“Hey Quil, how are y’ah” I asked walking down to him.
He dusted his jeans his wet sand covered jeans off. “I’m good, but Claire’s been burying me in the sand. I swear I have some in my ears, I can’t hear anything,” he smiled, shaking a finger in his ear.
I snorted. “That explains it. Has Seth got in contact with Leah, or even Sam?”
“Yeh, Seth picked up the phone when she called. Didn’t say much except she’s there in North Vancouver. Enrolled in a college up there, I think,” he watched Claire and Nessie down by the ocean with wide protective eyes; they were running towards the sea and retreating when it chased after them.
I scowled as I kicked a discarded juice box. “Sam isn’t happy, but I’m glad Leah is settled and we know she’s safe.”
“Jacob, are you actually being sentimental towards Leah? You always used to be at each other’s throats,” he asked mockingly, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“Ha ha! Don’t go getting all corny on me. Leah was having a hard time being the only female shifter, so I’m just glad she’s happy, finally.”
“Jacob,” Renesmee shouted, running up. Claire was holding her hand, dashing up to Quil; he pulled her into a warm hug. She was panting breathlessly. “Are you coming down, you said you would come in the ocean with me.”
I pulled myself up, and walked down with her. “You were talking about Leah?” she questioned, raising an arched eyebrow.
“Yep. She is happy with family up in Canada,” I replied. My thoughts drifted temporarily when I saw the sun dance upon her skin, it was like light shattering off mirror shards. She is truly beautiful.
I pulled myself from my daydream. Her brown eyes were warm and filled with tenderness, framed by long dark lashes. “How long has it been since she left?” She questioned.
“A month and a half, Seth and Sue are the only one’s she’ll talk to.”
Nessie sighed and the quiet stretched until we reached the water’s edge, and then there was only shrill cry’s of joy as I splashed her, and she returned the favour. The small fish swam around our feet, as we ran around living and glorying in the moment. This was how it was meant to be, no chaos, just bliss.
For once patrolling, Leah, the pack, the Cullen’s, my family were not on my mind. It was just us. Me and Renesmee playing in the ocean; its white froth showering down on us as it crashed into the rocks, the smell of brine from the sea sticking to our tongues. Afterward, we walked up to Quil and Claire, our clothes soaked with salt water, and sat down pulling juice boxes from the picnic basket and sipping on them thirstily.
The day flew in a flurry of delight and pleasure. It was like an island paradise, but better.
When the sun was dipping beyond the horizon, a bleached ribbon hovering above the cobalt ocean, we lay watching the clouds float across the sky; our still-saturated clothes stuck to our skin. A faint buzz made my pull my old, half-crushed, phone from my pocket and yank it open, scanning the text message twice.
I stood up, pulling Ness with me. “We have to get back.”
“Why?” she asked, her face portraying a deep shock and sadness, she had no idea how much I felt the same. “I don’t want to go home yet, I want to stay here with you!” She stomped her foot, and I felt like grabbing her into a hug and never leaving, just staying with her, but I held back.
“Neither do I, honey, but we have to go,” I said, patiently.
“Tell me why?” She flashed an appealing smile, as if to beg me to tell her.
My throat constricted, anger simmering, my fists clenched. “You have a visitor.”
“Nahuel, the vampire hybrid like yourself.”
A faint blemish caressed her cheekbones. “He came here?”
They had played when they were kids, Edward and Bella, taking her with them when they went to visit the Amazonian Coven. The leech would visit when Renesmee was there, with his carer Huilen. I knew that he might be some competition when it came to wanting to be with Ness, but I couldn’t even think about not having her for myself. It would kill me, but I’d let her go. Maybe I did understand why Edward left Bella after her Birthday disaster.
That last thing I remembered was the wind threading through my hair and my fury wire thin, ready to snap.
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