This is a story I read on another website. The person that wrote it gave me permission to publish it here. I know I have so many stories up on this but hey. Oh and btw I hav another one that I'm putting on later. Anyway, back to this one. So yeah, I'm publishing this on here so that the person that wrote can get feedback (I'm going to send it to her on the other site) and to see what you think of it. I think it's really good.
Before I get into the depths of this tantalizing tale, let me tell you a little bit about myself.
I was born six and a half years ago to possibly the two most in-love people you would ever meet in your entire life. From the start, dad knew that mom was the one for him, though it caused him a lot of torture in the beginning. Over time, though, he couldn’t stay away from her, and she couldn’t resist him either. It’s a story I’ve heard many times, and I can’t help but smile when I hear the story of their lives together. If you could see them, you’d know.
But then you’d also see them and the rest of us. You’d look at our snow-pale skin, amber irises that fade to black and back to amber, and notice the shocking beauty that makes people stop dead in their tracks as we walk by. And then you’d wonder: how could a person look that devastatingly beautiful?
That’s your answer; they can’t. We aren’t human. By any human standards, we are breathtaking, and we have to be. My real family is the Olympic Coven, a group of eight vampires (excluding myself) that occupy the Olympic peninsula. But why am I excluding myself? Because, you see, I am special.
Even by looking at me, you can tell that there is something that sets me apart from my parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. If someone were to put their hand on any one of those people’s icy, diamond hard chests, they would feel nothing but the reflex action as they inhaled and exhaled purely out of habit. However, if you placed your hand against my chest, you’d feel warmth, and a fluttering heart. You’d see the faint flush of blood running under my skin, and a body that doesn’t run cold.
I am warm, I am breathing, I am half human.
Remember what I said about my parents and how my dad had a lot of trouble in the beginning? Well, my mom was still human when they met. Her blood had a wonderful aroma that was painfully delicious, even to a controlled vampire. It got her into quite a lot of trouble at that time. She was hunted down twice because of her smell in her human days. And then my parents got married, and went on their honeymoon…well, you know what happens on honeymoons. And of course, nobody thinks of protection when you’re a living corpse. So that’s how I came to be. In the two weeks between my conception and my birth, I almost killed my mother, drinking her blood and starving her body, which forced her to drink human blood, the way a normal vampire should. (Did I mention we’re not normal?) And then I almost killed her when I came out, forcing my dad to inject his venom straight into her heart and bite her several times to make sure there was enough of it coursing through her veins to save her life.
After that, I didn’t need stories anymore. I remember everything from about three hours after I was born on. I grew so fast that everyone worried that I would never stop. Three inches or so a day is a lot for a newborn, don’t you think? But the growth slowed exponentially, and that brings us to now, six and a half years later. I look the same age as my parents, though my dad is seventeen/over a hundred and my mom is eighteen/going on twenty-five. Pretty cool, huh? There are only a select few of my kind, and I remain the only one who has survived with her mother intact, thanks to dad’s quick thinking.
But that brings me to another story: Jacob Black.
He and my mom have known each other since they were young, even though they didn’t really get to know each other until she came to the Olympic peninsula to live with my human grandfather, Charlie. And when dad left because he thought it was for her and the rest of the family’s safety, it was Jacob she turned to. They are best friends, and they share a very deep connection.
Jacob is what he calls a werewolf, though he’s really only a shape shifter. Long ago, Jacob’s ancestors and my family (minus me, mom, Alice, and Jasper) made a treaty that they wouldn’t kill/bite people at all and they’d stay away from their lands, La Push. They hated each other. And then mom came along and screwed with everything, both by falling in love with dad and befriending Jacob, eventually leading to their Unity. Though the treaty and everything has long been compromised, some of the family still won’t go near La Push, and most of the Pack won’t go anywhere near where we live. Jacob has been by my side since I was born, being my protector and my brother, and anything I could ever need, Jacob is right there with me. He’s my best friend in every sense of the word.
My world is crazy, full on mythical creatures and horror stories that no human should ever know about. My name is Renesmee Cullen, and this is my story.