11
Renesmee


"Jacob, I didn't-" I cried. How could I say that I didn't love him? Mark interrupted me. I felt the heavy trance take a toll on my senses. I struggled. The trance won, but the sane part of my mind that was still living could hear Jacob scream in agony. If I was in control of my own body I would take a bite at Mark and run to Jacob. I heard a tear fall and hit the leaves behind me. I wanted to turn and run, taking my Jacob with me. But my body was a living dummy, being controlled by MARK. Mark rubbed a funny-smelling ointment on my wrist, burning it, but my body didn't react. Instead, my mind cringed, shriveling even lower as Mark took out a gold knife. He slit my finger, taking a drop of blood, and then slit his. He allowed a drop of our mixed blood fall into the flame of the candle. The candle tipped, dripping six drops of hot wax on my wrist. The seventh was going to fall when Mark screamed and let go of my hand. I gasped. The pain of the sudden leave of the trance made me feel like my body would split in half. Mark was still screaming as my dad jumped onto him, hands around his throat. Everyone exept Alice followed my dad as he dragged Mark's limp body away. I looked towards Jacob's tree. He was on the floor, with Alice running to the others. I crawled to him, putting a hand on his cheek before his eyes closed. I kissed his still lips, crying, when consciousness started to leave me as well. I felt my mother's hands start to pick me up, so I gathered what strength I had left to cling onto Jacob's shirt. Everything went pitch black.
I heard a steady beeping. My eyes flew open, to find myself back home. I was on a bed, IVs hanging from mine and another's. I saw the other was Jacob. "Nessie, are you alright?" Emmett sounded worried, for once.
"Uncle Emmett, YOU'RE worrying?!!!" I asked in shock. Everybody but one laughed. That one was Jacob. His heart rate picked up. He must be dreaming of last night. "Jacob," I whispered.
"He'll be fine, Renesmee," Carlisle explained. "He was found to have three broken ribs, two fractured, and a bullet in his shoulder, already healed over. We needed to keep him sedated, so, well, we slipped him a LITTLE extra morphine."
"And, what about me?" I asked, eying the bandages around my left arm.
"Mark had rubbed some kind of acid to your skin. The wax would've kept it burning you if we didn't take immediate reaction. It kept you from bleeding, sure, but it already took away a bit of skin. You'll have a scar there for life, I suppose." Carlisle explained. My dad growled.
Jacob moaned from the bed next to me. Then he said a few words that seemed incoherent. I could only make out the words, "Damn, Jeezus, and Hell."
My mom cleared her throat. He probably mentioned the word, "Blood-suckers," which my mom isn't very fond of.
"Jacob," I whispered. Suddenly, his eyes opened, startling me. He looked at me, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"You don't love me," he whimpered.
"Yes, I do! Snap out of it! Dad-"
My dad saw my thoughts and grabbed a magazine that was sitting on the table near Rosalie. He rolled it up and walked towards Jacob. The magazine crashed against Jacob's head. Emmett and Rosalie snickered. Esme had her hand covering her eyes in an embarrassed way.
"Not that hard," I complained. Jacob shook his head and looked at me again.
"Renesmee, what- Whoa, headache." he looked confused. I HAD to laugh. Emmett and Rosalie were, too.
Hours later, the whole story was explained to Jacob, and we were outside, on the grass. I was in Jacob's arms, where I belong. His bones healed nicely, and his shoulder was healed about an hour ago. Jacob was talking to me, saying he'll never leave me alone again. I pressed my finger to his lips, shushing him. Then I kissed him with more passion than I did with -ugh.- Mark, and he really seemed to like that. He kissed me back, one hand on the back of my neck, the other trailing slowly down my back. For once, I didn't stop him. I didn't stop, not even as the screen door opened.

Emmett

I heard Jacob's pathetic ranting cut off. Is he dead? I checked through the screen door to see. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was kissing my niece, making a move. I couldn't help it. I opened the screen door, to test their grip. They didn't even notice the creak it made. When they didn't do anything but eat each other's faces, I decided to step in, make Renesmee pissed off. I wolf whistled. They broke loose that time, and immediately got up to run straight at me. I ran into the forest, to see a wolf right at my heels, Renesmee on its back, clinging for dear life to its fur. I laughed. Good to have these two back home.

Me

Or so they thought...
Dun, dun duuuuuuuuun!!!