Alright I know this has been done before, but not by me. So in this fan fic, Bella and Edward’s compromise happens in between Twilight and New Moon. But in this compromise, they are together and then are planning to get married, when Bella’s birthday party happens and then the Cullen’s leave. Well, about a week later, Bella finds out she’s pregnant. When she gives birth, she has Renesmee. Well, a visiting vampire named Antonio, a former Volturi member, who, after Carlisle left from his time from the Volturi, had a realization and disappeared, living as a vegetarian nomad. Right before Bella is about to die, he changes her. When she wakes, she falls in love with Antonio and they have a life together. She changes her last name and they, Antonio, Bella and Renesmee, live as a family. Bella never tells Nessie of Edward or the Cullens.
Eventually, they decide to take up a semi-permanent residents in Alaska, where the Cullens are living with the Denali’s again. Nessie goes to high school, now looking about 15-16, but with a different last name, the Cullen’s have no idea who or what she is.
Will Renesmee ever learn about her family? Will Edward ever learn about Bella being a vampire? Will Bella stay with Antonio or go back to Edward? Wait to see.
Preface- Pg 1
Chapter 1 - Pg 1
Chapter 2 - Pg 3
Chapter 3 - Pg 5
Chapter 4 - Pg 8
Chapter 5 - Pg 12
Chapter 6 - Pg 14
so, i get it no one reads this anymore
but i have been having a lot to do the past 2 months. so yeah.
but here it is.
This is sort of a filler chapter but they have to exist. (tee hee)
So with that, the rest of October flashed by. And he didn’t say a word to me. Not one word. He didn’t even look my way. Not Once.
I had only spoken to him twice (one of those times when he said he didn’t want to be friends and the other time I just stood there like an idiot) but, for some strange reason, it hurt. It felt like… I don’t even know. It was like
After that chorus class, I ran home and locked myself in my room, happy mom nor was Antonio home. I laid down on my bed, buried my face into my pillow, and started to cry.
After a few minutes of crying, I lifted my head from buried in it to think. Why had he said that to me? It made no sense. I had barely even talked to him the day before.
… Maybe he noticed me staring a bit… Maybe he thought I was a freak… Maybe…
No, I have to stop with all of the maybes, I thought to myself as I sat there. I couldn’t have done anything to him. Let him figure out he was an idiot.
I continued to sit there, trying to convince myself my thoughts were right, but some part of me couldn’t. Some part of me made me think it was my fault. That I had done something and now I was hurting because of it.
I bit my lip, my tears now slowing, trying to think of what I had done. But I couldn’t think of anything. I thought of the two simple conversations we had had. And during both, he had done most of the talking, not me. So why, why, did he say he thought we should never speak again?
Sighing to myself, I got out of bed when I heard the front door shut. Heading downstairs, I made sure my face was composed before I got to the bottom of the spiral stair case.
It was mom that got home. Once she took of the coat she was wearing (but did not need) and hung it up, she turned to look at me. Her smile was the most comforting thing in the world to me right now. And so, I ran over to her and into her, wrapping my arms tight around his torso, burying my face into her chest.
She seemed shocked by it at first, but after a few seconds, her natural mothering nature and instinct kicked in, and she wrapping her arms tight around me as well. I felt her smoothing down my hair and shushing me in a sweet, concerned way. It made me feel safe and protected.
Once I felt more comforted and secure, I glanced up at mom’s face. She smiled a tiny bit at me but then the smile faded away. “Why were you crying?” she questioned me.
I sighed quietly and rubbed my face. There must have been tear stains that I had missed as I whipped my face when I came downstairs. “It was just a really long day at school. And I missed my mom.”
Those simple words at the end of my sentence did it. She didn’t question me for the rest of the evening. Only held me and made sure I was safe. Though she didn’t notice, I saw Antonio didn’t care for my mom only focusing on me.
And so now you are caught up. After that day, I stayed strong and made sure I didn’t let any weakness show. I didn’t let the fact he was not talking to me control my entire life. Once that week was over, I didn’t look for him in the hall way any longer. Following that month, I didn’t look his way anymore………
On the first school day of December, I walked into the cafeteria with Eliza and Mason like every day for the past month. Eliza was desperately trying to flirt with Mason, performing little stunts like dropping something and bending over to pick it up or batting her eye lashes when ever she talked to him or laughed at his (rather stupid and idiotic) jokes.
We were walking toward our table when Edward and I passed each other, our arms gently brushing up against one another’s. I bit my lip and quickly sat down in my seat. Eliza looked at me with an eye brow raised but I just shook my head to her and took a bite of my apple.
As the numbers of people dwindled in the cafeteria toward the end of lunch, I decided it was time to get to chorus class. It will be just like everyday this past month, I thought to myself.
Though on the outside, I seemed content and happy, I still couldn’t quiet understand what had happened. But I was living like a normal person; well as normal as I could be.
I slowly stood up, went to the trash can –not glancing at anyone as I walked past- and threw my apple core away. So it was with that that I swiftly walked out of the cafeteria, quietly and steadily toward the chorus room at the end of the school.
When I was about to the class room, I heard something (though I was in a hall full of chatting children). Someone was playing the piano, and it sounded as if it was coming from the chorus room. It sounded like the lullaby mama used to hum to me when I was much littler.
But that was odd. No one else I had ever known knew that song. I continued to listen to the song being played on the computer as I continued my way down the hall. Once I got to the door, I bit my lip and braced myself to walk into the chorus room to find out who was playing the all too familiar melody.
I reached for the door knob and opened the door slowly. When I saw who it was, I froze. There was Edward Cullen playing the sweet melody that I loved so much. Suddenly, he looked up at me and our eyes met. I looked down and sat in my seat.
I heard a sigh come from him one moment, then silence for a few seconds and the next thing I knew, he was at my side, looking down at me as he stood there.
He only looked at me for a moment before finally saying, “Hello Renesmee…” He paused for a moment, as if unsure how to continue. “Look, now that I’m thinking back on what I said…. I… I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. We had only just met. It was very rude of me to behave in such a way.”
I stared at him for a moment, shocked to hear the words come from his lips. “No, you don’t… I mean… its fine…”
But he cut me off. “No, it isn’t. If it is alright with you, I would like to be friends.”
I looked up at him, my head tilted to the side, before a smile started to appear on my lips. “I’d like that very much.” It was then that the bell rang, so he went to his seat and sat down. I looked forward and smiled to myself. It seemed as if I were going to exist again.
yay :) you finally updated.................
Lol I Love stories with Renesmee and this is no exception , Definatly gonna keep reading this one
Can you please read my first fanficiton,