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Jacob
I was walking in the woods, when Renesmee suddenly appeared. She wrapped her arms around me, and cried. I stroked her hair. Then I realized she was wearing the clothes she wore when her heart disappeared. She looked at me.
"HELP ME!" she screamed. "I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!!!"
I stammered, and realized I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. She was still screaming at me.
"Jacob," somebody said. "Jake! Wake up!"
"Help," Renesmee whispered. Everything disappeared.
I opened my eyes. I felt a VERY cold hand on my arm. I looked up to see Bella looking at me with worried eyes.
"Hey, Bells," I said as miserably as I could.
"Jacob, I came to check on you and found you not breathing," she said. That explains why my chest hurts. "If it hadn't been for your heart beating, I would've thought you were dead, too."
I winced.
"Could you do me a favor," I asked, "and bring Edward in here? There's something I've kept from you."
"I'm already here, Jacob," Edward said as he entered. "What's the problem?"
I thought as hard as I could about what had happened in the forest, took a deep breath, and said as cleaarly as possible, "Renesmee is still alive."
Bella and Edward were shocked.
"I saw her. She wasn't happy to see me. Rather, she was made to like Mark. I told her the truth, and she screamed at me. She won't come near me."
"Where?" Bella asked.
"In the forest. I found Mark, and he's changed. He actually felt sorry for me when Renesmee ran away. He saved her. The vortex closed, trapping her heart in it, and killing her body. Mark made a replica and placed her heart in it. She looked the same," I murmured.
Edward got up and left the room. I looked out the window to see him running into the forest. Bella ran to the window next to me. Then she disappeared as well. I was left with Renesmee's body.
I walked to the piano and played a melancholy tune. I hit a certain key, which didn't play a note, but instead clicked.
I watched in awe as the music sheets moved backwards, into a hidden compartment. I reached in to grab them back, but felt something push my hand away. I saw the board come back to reveal a few new sheets of music. The top one caught my interest. I started to play it, slowly, while whispering the words.
"One Last Kiss.
One last kiss,
To make me feel safe at night.
One last hug,
Just wanna hold you so tight.
To feel your hand in mine,
Burning,
Melting,
Feelin' all right.
One last kiss.
To know that you love me,
To know you'll never leave me,
I will cross through Heaven and Hell.
I'll love you always,
That's not hard to tell...
One. Last. Kiss." "One. Last. Kiss," a voice sang behind me.
I turned to find Renesmee at the doorway, tears in her eyes.
"You sang this. It's beautiful through your voice. I wrote this when you were gone, when you were out battling some kind of war with the pack. I discovered the secret compartment when I first played it. I'm sorry I didn't believe you," she added. I stood, and crossed the room towards her. In an instant, my lips were on hers, crushing them with fierce passion. I felt her hands twist in my hair. My arms wound around her and tightened. Then a thought came into my mind.
"Where's Mark?" I asked as soon as we pulled away.
"Mom and Dad... They took him somewhere. I think it's either the cliffside or La Push for Sam to handle," Renesmee replied. I looked at her other body on the bed.
"Ew," Renesmee whispered. I laughed. Then we watched as the body faded away. Mark was dead.
Jacob
I was walking in the woods, when Renesmee suddenly appeared. She wrapped her arms around me, and cried. I stroked her hair. Then I realized she was wearing the clothes she wore when her heart disappeared. She looked at me.
"HELP ME!" she screamed. "I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!!!"
I stammered, and realized I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. She was still screaming at me.
"Jacob," somebody said. "Jake! Wake up!"
"Help," Renesmee whispered. Everything disappeared.
I opened my eyes. I felt a VERY cold hand on my arm. I looked up to see Bella looking at me with worried eyes.
"Hey, Bells," I said as miserably as I could.
"Jacob, I came to check on you and found you not breathing," she said. That explains why my chest hurts. "If it hadn't been for your heart beating, I would've thought you were dead, too."
I winced.
"Could you do me a favor," I asked, "and bring Edward in here? There's something I've kept from you."
"I'm already here, Jacob," Edward said as he entered. "What's the problem?"
I thought as hard as I could about what had happened in the forest, took a deep breath, and said as cleaarly as possible, "Renesmee is still alive."
Bella and Edward were shocked.
"I saw her. She wasn't happy to see me. Rather, she was made to like Mark. I told her the truth, and she screamed at me. She won't come near me."
"Where?" Bella asked.
"In the forest. I found Mark, and he's changed. He actually felt sorry for me when Renesmee ran away. He saved her. The vortex closed, trapping her heart in it, and killing her body. Mark made a replica and placed her heart in it. She looked the same," I murmured.
Edward got up and left the room. I looked out the window to see him running into the forest. Bella ran to the window next to me. Then she disappeared as well. I was left with Renesmee's body.
I walked to the piano and played a melancholy tune. I hit a certain key, which didn't play a note, but instead clicked.
I watched in awe as the music sheets moved backwards, into a hidden compartment. I reached in to grab them back, but felt something push my hand away. I saw the board come back to reveal a few new sheets of music. The top one caught my interest. I started to play it, slowly, while whispering the words.
"One Last Kiss.
One last kiss,
To make me feel safe at night.
One last hug,
Just wanna hold you so tight.
To feel your hand in mine,
Burning,
Melting,
Feelin' all right.
One last kiss.
To know that you love me,
To know you'll never leave me,
I will cross through Heaven and Hell.
I'll love you always,
That's not hard to tell...
One. Last. Kiss." "One. Last. Kiss," a voice sang behind me.
I turned to find Renesmee at the doorway, tears in her eyes.
"You sang this. It's beautiful through your voice. I wrote this when you were gone, when you were out battling some kind of war with the pack. I discovered the secret compartment when I first played it. I'm sorry I didn't believe you," she added. I stood, and crossed the room towards her. In an instant, my lips were on hers, crushing them with fierce passion. I felt her hands twist in my hair. My arms wound around her and tightened. Then a thought came into my mind.
"Where's Mark?" I asked as soon as we pulled away.
"Mom and Dad... They took him somewhere. I think it's either the cliffside or La Push for Sam to handle," Renesmee replied. I looked at her other body on the bed.
"Ew," Renesmee whispered. I laughed. Then we watched as the body faded away. Mark was dead.
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There are people that cross our lives
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written by some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
in tiny fractions of time,
in the briefest of encounters,
and yet they leave and incredible mark
in our hearts and in our minds forever.
"Each time a person stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, that person sends out a tiny ripple of ove and hope, and crossing each other fro a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppresion and resistance."
Now these poems were written by some one else, but deseved to be shared and they kind of have something in commen with the series.
