Renesmee ♕ twilight

Renesmee. What a magical name!

Renesmee. Ruh. Nez. May. A name as beautiful, as the tiny angel like girl standing right in front of me.

|| AU indeed


3. Prologue: Her

|Jacob Black|

As I stood in the woods in my wolf form, I was thinking how boring life I had. I was so young, yet I hadn't accomplished so many things in life

Heck, people were graduating from prestigious schools, getting married, searching for jobs, etc ...


My human life had pretty much ended.

Not a long time ago, I had learned that I was born as a shapeshifter. Meaning, I could shift into a specific animal. In our family (and nearly everyone else at the small reservation of La Push) , we would shift into a wolf.

The story about us was too long and too complicated.

I had shifted for the first time just a few months ago, when I was only sixteen. That meant I had stopped aging.

I was stopped from school, so that I could learn how to control my transformations. So many lost opportunities.

Since I wasn't attending school, I was unable to graduate. Therefore, I was unable to get a job and help my handicapped father.

Hard life.

Mad world.

My thoughts were interrupted. Suddenly, I could hear steps. But not huge steps. I could sense they were small ones.

Then I saw a silhouette.


A little girl with braided ginger hair, dressed in nice clothes, was running in the field wildly.

Just a child, playing , I thought.

But something in her was quite ... what's the word again? Attractive? No.

I couldn't even express myself in this moment.

Something about the girl was extraordinary and I was already determined to find out what.


Ugh! Who interrupted my thoughts again?

A brown haired young woman approached the child. Was she her mom? Her "daughter" didn't even look like her.

"But momma!" , I could hear the girl whining. Perhaps her mother had told her it was time to go home.

"Come on, we have to go!"

The child sighed and obediently followed her mom. It was obvious she was upset.

Why couldn't her mom leave her to play for a little longer?

And why did I have the feeling that I knew the woman from somewhere?

Why was the timbre of her voice so familiar for me?

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