-Evening Sun- Book 1, Chapter 3: Human
Wednesday, December 29, 2010@11:00 PM
Yea so hey, i'm back with chapter 3. Sorry it's all coming so slowly. Need ideas, yea haha. Please comment on the story on the tagboard, and Enjoy! Last but not least, Thank You to my friend for giving me ideas, so much ideas. Helped me alot! Tell me if you want your name posted here (:
Book 1: Renesmee
Chapter 3: Human
When I woke up, I was in my room. I could hear Mommy and Uncle Jake talking outside. Uncle Jake must have taken me back to the cottage after I fell asleep. I was thirsty, as my throat burned. It felt sore and very painful. Daddy ‘heard’ me and came into my room.
“You’re awake! Let’s go, I bet you’re thirsty.” Thank god he could read minds, because I’ve always been embarrassed to say I was thirsty. It made me sound like a monster. What was worse was that I was half-human. Humans don’t drink blood. “Its fine, in front of all of us, you being a vampire-human, we’re more like monsters than you are. We’re frozen. You’re half-human, while we’re vampires that are born to kill, and you say you’re a monster? Ha-ha. Don’t worry already. Let’s go.”
As we walked out, Uncle Jake and Mommy followed. Uncle Jake smiled, and went into the forest. We went first; Uncle Jake would catch up with us soon. We were moving very fast, and amazing as it is, our eyes could see very clearly. The jagged edges of a seemingly smooth edged leaf, every little splinter on a twig, every cross-stitch on a piece of fabric. Nothing could pass vampire eyes blindly, unless Alec, that Volturi guy, meddled with our senses.
Uncle Jake caught up with us, and he was following wherever I went. Daddy and Mummy hunted on their own.
“Elk.” I said softly, letting my instincts take over my body and mind. We went along the trail, to where all the elks were grazing the grass. He followed right on my heels. He could have gone faster than that, but he wanted to protect me in case someone had sensed human blood and rushed over to attack me. We were having fun killing the elk; I wondered how he had stayed so clean while my outfit was looking so bloody. I heard him bark, it meant he was laughing at me.
“Hey… Don’t laugh at me!” and I was chasing him around like some kids playing catching, just that this was pretty extreme. We were moving fast and prancing here and there. I jumped onto him, ever so lightly, not wanting to crush him, though he had accelerated healing, a wolf thing. It would just make him feel pain, and if I was the one who caused him pain, I would never be able to live with myself seeing the fearlessness in his eyes when he stood in front of someone that had injured him before, crushed his bones, and had to put on a brave front so that I would not see his fear and agony and make myself feel like a total, cold-blooded monster.
As soon as I was on his back, he started his soft, rhythmic footsteps that sounded like ‘one, two-three, four’. He was travelling very fast, even the leaves he passed seemed untouched by his speed, as if there was no wind going against us. We found where Mummy and Daddy were hunting. We waited patiently for them to finish up their feisty meal, and ‘lick the bowl clean’. We travelled back to the cottage, where we all broke off for the moment. Daddy had to run some errands with Aunt Alice, and Uncle Jake had to go to La Push for some personal matters. I chose this time to ask Mommy some questions I wanted to clarify, things about her previous life.
“Mommy, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, shoot.”
“Were you really not at all scared of our kind when you first realized what we were? I mean, how did you know?”
“Not at all. Unlucky me when I was once human, I always thought of myself as a freak. Well if my life was such a freak show, maybe what that was predestined for the rest of my freaky life would be freaky. And I was right. My life had to be totally imperfect, because I would meet Daddy later on somewhere in my life. He was perfect, he made my life perfect. The last few pieces to that jigsaw puzzle that represented my yet incomplete life were Edward as my husband, you as my lovely daughter,” she placed both her hands on either side of my face, cupping them according to its shape. “And me becoming one of the vegetarian vampires. I wasn’t scared because I knew my life was one with a weird lot, one which would come across many unbelievable things. My instincts were right. My life didn’t start out normal, was never normal and it didn’t end normal, but still, it ended with a much better outcome.” Mommy smiled widely, deeply fascinated. It was like how Aunt Rosalie looked like when she was fascinated seeing me for the first time. Ever since I came back with Mommy from Isle Esme, free lodging in her tummy, she had become great friends with Aunt Rosalie.
“How did you know that we were vampires, then?”
“I was at the beach on the reservation with some of my high school friends, and so very coincidentally, Jake was there! Lauren told them that I had invited Daddy to go to the beach with the rest of us. Then a deep-voiced boy, nineteen at that time, Sam, told me that ‘the Cullens don’t come here’ and I was really puzzled. So I asked Jake to tell me what he meant by ‘the Cullens don’t come here’, and he told me that it was just a scary story, just a legend that was passed along the tribe bloodline. Everyone in the Quileute tribe knew about that story.”
“Yes. It was passed down the Quileute tribe. There was a legend they told that seventy years ago, a group of people came down to Forks, and were hunting on the animals here. Ephraim Black made a truce with them, whom they called ‘The Cold Ones’, that if they didn’t hunt on their land, and did not kill the humans living in the area of Forks and the reservation, any place that the wolves were protecting, they wouldn’t show them to the pale faces.” Uncle Jake helped Mommy continue.
“Thanks, Jake.” Mommy smiled. “So I asked him how the Cullens were related to this, were they like the cold ones that his great-grandfather had met. He told me that they ‘they weren’t like the cold ones; they were the same ones’. I was curious, how were they the same, what were they, and Jake told me they were blood drinkers-”Mommy suddenly frowned. “Oh my god, JAKE! Now that Renesmee reminded me about this, I just realized... You called us filthy bloodsuckers! Damn you!” Uncle Jake started laughing like a mad scientist, and Mommy looked exasperated. I watched silently, thinking about the rest of the story, imagining it up by myself.
“Jake’s crazy, huh.” Daddy whispered. “So one day in Port Angeles, she was almost-” He skipped the word, “by a group of guys. I could hear their thoughts, their horribly sick thoughts, those that you’d feel like dying was a better option than listening to them. I got to Mommy in time, and told her to get into the car. I wanted to rip all of their heads off, but not in front of her. Her safety was more important than those worthless men.” Daddy’s teeth were clenched together tightly, as he talked about his bitter past. “So we went to dinner, she was surely hungry. Jessica and Angela had went on with their dinner without her, so I had to make sure she ate something, or at least not suffer from shock all of a sudden.
“She started asking me questions, and had a new theory. The 2 previous theories were all superhero stuff, like radioactive spiders and kryptonite. But she guessed the last one right, when I heard Jake’s name, and obviously the deep-voiced guy was Sam, I knew that she was right. Well, now that she’s one herself, the questions need not matter.” Daddy chuckled at the last sentence, and continued, “So, now what questions do you have in store for me?”
-The End-
P.S - Sorry for so much dialogue, cos the exciting part is the 2nd and 3rd book. Book 1 is a get-to-know-the-people better part.
