After watching BD part 2, I wondered what really would've happened if Jacob and Renesmee had to go off on their own. And I don't totally hate Jacob anymore so...Yeah...legit.... RENESMEEXJACOB FTW.
I stretched as I woke up, sun streaming through my window, making my pale skin give off a faint glow. A hand grazed my cheek, it was warm, even against my fiery skin. I didn't know where we were, I just knew that these sheets were soften than the last place we'd been, and the hand touching me was the same hand that took me from my father in my first minutes of life. I'd remembered that. I always would, even with all the brief memories of my mother and father.
I didn't need to be told they were dead.
I took the hand, closing my eyes, and pressed it to my face. I knew he wouldn't mind. He never minded anything. Jacob Black lived and breathed to protect me. And for that, I was glad. He was the only thing I had to hold onto to keep me sane.
It had been four years on the run, but they blurred together, and I can still remember that day when I'd ridden away from my family, and those protecting me on Jacob's back, the snow melting around our warm body temperatures. We'd gotten on the plane to wherever it was, I can't even remember, we'd been to so many places. Jacob Wolfe. That's what I had to call him in public, just like he had to call me Vanessa.
But I'd always be Nessie. Always to him. Renesmee in those soft first nights, when we didn't think any one would harm us. When he'd run the bath and leave me alone to change clothes. I'd felt so alone. Until he took me up in his arms, and kissed my soft hair. I looked about 11 then. I look about 16, now, I guess. I wished I was older. I wished Jacob would love me right now the way I loved him. I knew he loved me that way, and if he knew I was onto this stage fate had asked of us, he'd return it. But I was partly afraid, like he would say I was too young now, or something like that.
But I loved Jacob Black.
Jacob's pink lips spread into a lop-sided grin as I held his hand. We were on some pull-out couch, the only place in this rotting hotel that was available, had one bed.
Jacob looked from the bed, to me.
"You okay with this?" he asked, swallowing. I laughed and nodded, gesturing for him to slip in. He knew that I knew what he wanted from me. He'd explained imprinting long ago. I jumped in next to him, clinging to his warm bicep, using it for my pillow. When he thought I was asleep, he pressed his warm, soft lips to my forehead, and I sighed in my 'sleep'. I heard Jacob laugh a little, and I could see him smile in my head. Jacob....
"Good morning, sleepy head..." I mumbled, pressing his palm to my lips and holding it there. Jacob's breath hitched, but didn't take his hand away. I moved it from my lips, to my cheek, nuzzling into it.
"We need to go..." he said. The government had been on us for a while, wondering why a little girl and her 'Uncle' were traveling alone for so long. We had to hop around, because it was like Jacob was number one on 'America's Most Wanted'.
"I want to stay here. Just one more day..." I grumbled, burying my head into his neck. I felt his fingers tie into my hair, and I smiled, kissing his clavicle.
"I love you, Jake," I sighed.
"...I love you, Nessie," his deep voice responded, sending shivers down my spine.
I sighed. "I know."
I stretched as I woke up, sun streaming through my window, making my pale skin give off a faint glow. A hand grazed my cheek, it was warm, even against my fiery skin. I didn't know where we were, I just knew that these sheets were soften than the last place we'd been, and the hand touching me was the same hand that took me from my father in my first minutes of life. I'd remembered that. I always would, even with all the brief memories of my mother and father.
I didn't need to be told they were dead.
I took the hand, closing my eyes, and pressed it to my face. I knew he wouldn't mind. He never minded anything. Jacob Black lived and breathed to protect me. And for that, I was glad. He was the only thing I had to hold onto to keep me sane.
It had been four years on the run, but they blurred together, and I can still remember that day when I'd ridden away from my family, and those protecting me on Jacob's back, the snow melting around our warm body temperatures. We'd gotten on the plane to wherever it was, I can't even remember, we'd been to so many places. Jacob Wolfe. That's what I had to call him in public, just like he had to call me Vanessa.
But I'd always be Nessie. Always to him. Renesmee in those soft first nights, when we didn't think any one would harm us. When he'd run the bath and leave me alone to change clothes. I'd felt so alone. Until he took me up in his arms, and kissed my soft hair. I looked about 11 then. I look about 16, now, I guess. I wished I was older. I wished Jacob would love me right now the way I loved him. I knew he loved me that way, and if he knew I was onto this stage fate had asked of us, he'd return it. But I was partly afraid, like he would say I was too young now, or something like that.
But I loved Jacob Black.
Jacob's pink lips spread into a lop-sided grin as I held his hand. We were on some pull-out couch, the only place in this rotting hotel that was available, had one bed.
Jacob looked from the bed, to me.
"You okay with this?" he asked, swallowing. I laughed and nodded, gesturing for him to slip in. He knew that I knew what he wanted from me. He'd explained imprinting long ago. I jumped in next to him, clinging to his warm bicep, using it for my pillow. When he thought I was asleep, he pressed his warm, soft lips to my forehead, and I sighed in my 'sleep'. I heard Jacob laugh a little, and I could see him smile in my head. Jacob....
"Good morning, sleepy head..." I mumbled, pressing his palm to my lips and holding it there. Jacob's breath hitched, but didn't take his hand away. I moved it from my lips, to my cheek, nuzzling into it.
"We need to go..." he said. The government had been on us for a while, wondering why a little girl and her 'Uncle' were traveling alone for so long. We had to hop around, because it was like Jacob was number one on 'America's Most Wanted'.
"I want to stay here. Just one more day..." I grumbled, burying my head into his neck. I felt his fingers tie into my hair, and I smiled, kissing his clavicle.
"I love you, Jake," I sighed.
"...I love you, Nessie," his deep voice responded, sending shivers down my spine.
I sighed. "I know."
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