Beyond the dawn. ( Twilight) #Wattys2015

Chapter 13

Renesmee

We were living on my grandmother ( Esmee's ) island. Not only would we never be found here, but it was a private island, easily defendable and even if the pack did find us, trespassing was impossible.Instead of the home my mother and father had inhabited on our honeymoon, Carlisle commissioned a house in the mountain, the opposite side of the island to the rainforest. The villa would never have housed us all. Besides, my parents liked to slink off to that particular part of the island alone. This was A humongous white mansion overlooking the ocean with balconies around the entire fortress. If this was being on the run, then this was living, I chuckled to myself as I swung open the patio doors to my private balcony. The sea air hit me, the heat already blistering at 7 am as I gazed at the sparkling expanse of crystal clear water, and glass smooth sand. The call of tropical birds sang across the entire island, punctuated with the chatter of howler monkeys. Jacob loved to tease them, as he ran through the humid rainforest I laughed to myself at the memory of their panicked shrieks at the sight of a huge golden wolf slinking beneath the trees. Thinking of Jacob, patiently waiting for me downstairs, I couldn't wait a moment longer to see him. Before I could cross the vast room, to my even bigger walk in closet, stocked for me by my aunty Alice. I noticed a outfit already laid out over my dressing table.

I grinned to myself. It was my 17th birthday, I had reached the end of my development years, and my aunt had laid out an outfit fit for an adult alright! Mentally I was way beyond my physical years, so in human terms this was me reaching 21. Before I could pick up the clear garment bag and examine it further, there was a loud thump on my bedroom door.

My beaming parents were enveloping me in a hug before the words " come in" had fully left my lips.

" We wanted to catch you before Jacob hogged all your attention." My dad muttered gruffly with his eyebrows mashed together in mock resentment. My beautiful mother grinned and jostled him with her elbow playfully. The way they looked at each other, only served to make me yearn for Jacob's presence even more, and I glared at the door anxiously.

I don't know when my feelings for Jacob changed to this longing for him to kiss me, to really become what we were destined to be, but now I had reached maturity, nothing stood in our way, and I didn't intend to wait a moment longer than I had to. I blushed furiously, as my dad interrupted my increasingly lustful thoughts as he cleared his throat loudly in my ear.

I swear, had he not been made of marble he would be bright red right now, and I was grateful for the interruption as my mother yelled :

" Oh hell no Alice." From behind me. I whirled around, my discomfort forgotten as I studied the offending article laid across her arm. She was staring at the outfit Alice had laid out for me, having whipped off the garment bag. A tight, black mini dress, sparkled in the early morning sun, a pair of extremely high louboutins dangled from her other hand, her nose scrunched up as though she smelt something nasty. My father chuckled, and tried to tug them out of her vice like grip.

" Ness, get something a little more practical from the closet, and meet us downstairs. I'm sure your aunts, uncles, and Jacob are chomping at the bit to give you your gifts." My mother muttered something under her breath, as he steered her towards the door by her elbow. Her violet eye's still fixed on the tiny dress, and heels.

The second the door closed behind them, I dived into my closet grabbing my favorite outfit before anyone else caught me unawares.

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Jacob

If she hadn't have come into the room at that second, I would have been scratching at her bedroom door. She took my breath away when she did. The sun beamed through the window behind her, setting her half vampire skin into a translucent glow.She looked like an angel. I know that sounds stupid, and mushy, hardly fitting for a big brute of a wolf, but I swear if it was possible, then I imprinted for a second time at that moment. I fell in love all over again.