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Post by Bella Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:20:00 GMT -5
Bella held his hand as he asked if she'd like to hunt with him. 'Me? He wants me to hunt with him?' Thinking to herself as she felt suddenly nervous of their impending plans. She gave a weak smile and nodded. The feeling of his touch against her cooler skin, the way his lips parted in a smile, the smell of his scent to her new vampire senses, was almost enough to make her want to skip hunting. She'd felt an overpowering need to be with him, a want and passion to be intertwined in his arms. The burn in her throat grew with each passing beat of Jacob's heart as he stood by the door next to Carlisle. The saliva pooling in her mouth as she stepped forward. He nodded towards the window and she furrowed brows. Right....Renesmee. She was half human and far too tempting. Bella looked at her feet to see the blue heels placed on her feet. Alice....She was slightly insecure about using the second story window. She watched Edward glide to the window, opening it and looking over his shoulder before jumping out the window with such grace. She ran over and looked down seeing him looking up extending his hand. Sitting on the windowsill as she swung her legs over the side. She was a vampire, she'd be graceful about this....hopefully. As she jumped down her hair flowing in the air, she landed on her balls of her feet, ever so easily. Looking at Edward with a smile as she took his hand and headed into the forest. Attachments:
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Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:21:49 GMT -5
Emmett chuckles under his breath, though his mind is not nearly so quiet – my brother's mirth rings like a chorus of low-pitched church bells in my head.
Bella appears not to notice his unsuppressed burst of laughter; though it would not h ave registered in her human ears, she is surely able to hear it now – but then again, I have no way of knowing for certain without seeming conspicuous – so I decide not to react, keeping my attention solely on Bella.
Her eyes flash, illuminated by some unknown inner light; I have come to recognize it as an outward sign of Bella's intuition forming a connection in her head, almost like she is fitting together pieces of a puzzle.
I wish that I could experience it with her just once. The flash behind her crimson irises dies, and her expression twists slightly with concern.
Perhaps I should tell her now. She has as much right, if not more, as me to know just what type of creature is with –
No. Not yet.
I made a promise. And as much as it pains me, I am a man of my word.
I squeeze her hand, and gently slip from her grasp. "Watch me."
Placing my feet on the ledge, I throw her a swift smile over my shoulder, and walk out into thin air. Like a million times before, the landing is smooth and incredibly easy, just like taking another step on a flat surface rather than jumping out of a two-story window.
Bella's silhouette is visible above me, lingering beside the window frame as though she needs the stability to maintain her balance. She inhales one quick breath, and imitates my fall with perfection.
Except that hers is infinitely more beautiful.
Like a graceful autumn leaf drifting to the earth, her hair and dress swirling around her sinuously like currents of water, Bella floats down to the grass beside me effortlessly. Grinning like an eager child, she declares with confidence.
I smile back; I cannot resist the joy behind her expression. And, I know exactly how much what I am about to say will please her. "Bella?"
Her face, tilted up to the window in wonderment, turns toward me in response. "Yes?"
"That was quite graceful – even for a vampire."
It is as if the sun itself shines out from her delighted expression. The description of 'graceful' is never a term Bella, or most anyone else for that matter, would use in reference to any action she performs. But what my family and I have just witnessed is nothing short of a prima ballerina executing a flawless leap in the final pas de deux of Romeo and Juliet. And if that ballerina had been watching, she would have burned with jealousy.
"Thank you," Bella exclaims with profuse gratitude.
She removes the silver stilettos that Alice had insisted she wear – "They're the only pair that matches the dress, and they're from Chanel, Edward! Do you know how many women would kill to have these shoes?" – and flings them one by one through the open window.
My sister snatches the left shoe in mid-air, just before the five-inch heel burrows into the wood paneling, and snags the right shoe from Jasper's hand. "Her fashion sense hasn't improved as much as her balance," Alice grumbles with disappointment. But I have plenty of time to convert her to my way of thinking, she adds mentally. She'll come around.
Which I sincerely hope is a very long time from now, if ever.
I reach for Bella's hand. Though her skin is the same temperature as mine, our point of contact still sears through me like tongues of white-hot flames, licking at my nerve
endings. Concentrate, Edward, Jasper cautions inside my head, along with my own common sense. Heeding this advice, I push those electric feelings aside – for the moment – and dart towards the river, Bella following my guidance with ease.
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Post by Bella Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:25:06 GMT -5
She felt the flames of delight as their skin touches, but the burning in her throat overpowered the burning in her groin. Bella knew as a vampire she'd have more desires, but she'd expected those desires to be for blood...and more blood. Not being herself for a few years to come, but she realized something was in fact different about many of her traits...but she herself, her personality was all the same.
As they ran through the forest on a beaten path, flying through with speeds she'd never imagined she could reach. Her hair whipping through the wind, occasionally the sun making her skin shine. She was now beautiful, but to her...Edward was always far more gorgeous than she. Even as a vampire, she considered herself to be just plain old Bella. Suddenly a scent caught her nose, a deer maybe...more that that....oh and a thump. ....thump thump....thump thump.....thump thump.....all her surroundings narrowed as her vision and smell followed the scent off the path. Weaving through trees and grass she came upon another trail. Her sights set on the smell....two human men with heavy backpacks. She suddenly felt ill to her stomach, unable to fathom hurting them. She fought the thirst inside of her and went to turn when she felt someone grab her arm. Immediately pulling away from the grip and crouching with a snarl as she prepared to attack. She looked up to see it was just Edward, and quickly stood. "I'm sorry I growled..." She held her breath and stiffened as she felt the humans getting close. The wind blew and she knew the scent in the air would carry. She focused on not inhaling through her nose, so her thirst would not grow.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:26:32 GMT -5
It takes me only a fraction of a second to recognize the scent carried by the wind. The burning sensation in my throat intensifies, like pouring gasoline on an already blazing inferno, and a rush of venom pools on my tongue. A surge of desi re races through me, screaming at me to follow that delicious smell to its source, but it is quickly squelched by an icy wave of horror.
Bella alters her course in mid-leap, wheeling towards the south – compelled by the irresistible pull of fresh human blood. She hurls into the forest, leaving a blurred line of muted color in her wake.
Calling myself every foul name I can think of in a variety of languages, I hurry after her, preparing for any number of contingencies. I do not doubt in the slightest that I can catch her – I am the fastest in our family, after all. The problem is that I have no idea how she will react to my pursuit. Her instincts seem to be ruling her consciousness at the moment, but that is only an educated guess.
And there is no way that I can detain a newborn on my own…
Her head turns just a bit. One wild, glowing red eye peers at me from within undulating strands of dark hair, and her pace slows.
Which is the reaction I have been hoping for.
I lengthen my stride, flying across tangled roots and thick clusters of underbrush. Soon, there is less than three feet of space between us.
She spins around, teeth bared, and snarls. The sound is feral, devoid of any rationale – and so unbelievable as it issues from my wife's lips that I freeze for a half-second in shock. A shock that increases briefly as I watch the ferocity in Bella's scarlet orbs dim, chased away by a flicker of surprise.
A soft breeze rustles through the leaves overhead; thankfully, the direction is eastward, and is saturated with nothing more than the rich scent of wet earth and the fragrance of an approaching rainstorm.
The snarl is still twisting Bella's perfect mouth, her body tensed defensively. I remain motionless, my arms raised and slightly stretched forward – ready to restrain her, as much as I am able.
Her fierce expression melts, and her spine straightens almost forcefully, lifting her body out of the low crouch. There is a hint of frightened dismay on her face, and she blinks once, staring at me with wide eyes. I take one slow step towards her and lower my arms. I can tell that she is not breathing.
In that instant, I am not sure which of us is more surprised. She seems to have shocked herself by turning on me instinctually, defending her hunt – and I am stunned by the possibility that she somehow understands what is happening to her, why she was drawn to the scent from the south, and is holding her breath to keep from being tempted to follow.
"I have to get away from here," she growls through her teeth, small hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.
Disbelieving, I feel my jaw drop at her words and the intense look of determination settling into the hard lines of her expression. "Can you leave?" I manage to force out through my frozen lips.
She hesitates for another second, an unspoken question in her gaze – and yet again, one of the constants in my existence pushes its way to the forefront of my mind: what is she thinking?
Bella snaps me out of my internal brooding as she rushes past me in a flat-out sprint, heading due north, almost like she is fleeing from the scent of the humans that are most definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I take off after her, keeping her slim form within jumping distance while still giving her space to regain control. Stern admonishments, directed solely at myself, stream continuously through my head. I should have checked the area first before turning Bella loose on a hunt. If she had killed one of those unfortunate people, I and the other members of our family would have forgiven her, chalking it up to the untamed thirst of a newborn vampire. But Bella… she would never forgive herself for stealing another's life, regardless of whether or not the circumstance was beyond her control.
Suddenly, she stops, as motionless as a marble garden statue. In my surprise, I race by; before the wind of my passage has barely stirred the dry leaves on the forest floor I have turned around, skidding to a halt right in front of my wife.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I gaze unblinking into her bright red eyes. "How did you do that?" I demand, still awash in utter astonishment
Bella retorts with a question of her own – one that has absolutely nothing to do with the present situation. "You let me beat you before, didn't you?"
I shrug noncommittally, shaking my head. The indignant scowl painting her lovely features in positively adorable – the little kitten who thinks she is a tiger has finally become one – but I refuse to be distracted. So I ask again, "Bella, how did you do it?"
She looks up at me blankly. "Run away? I held my breath."
A trickle of irritation leaks into my brain along with the shock. I swear, one of the main goals of her entire existence must be to find out if she can drive me insane. "But how did you stop hunting?" I spell it out for her, watching her eyes for clues into her mysterious thought processes.
The uncomprehending expression on her face crumples with shame, and her eyes grow wide, pleading. "When you came up behind me…I'm sorry about that."
Every remark that I had been planning to deliver evaporates in that instant, drowned out by the overwhelming need to comfort and reassure her, to make it very plain that none of this is her fault.
I move closer, lightly squeezing her deceptively fragile-looking shoulders, and murmur softly, "Why are you apologizing to me? I'm the one who was horribly careless." I shake my head once, appalled by my own lack of prudence. So much for being the more mature vampire. "I assumed no one would be so far from the trails, but I should have checked first. Such a stupid mistake!" Softening my gaze, I enunciate my next words carefully, hoping that she will take them to heart. "You have nothing to apologize for."
Bella's face is a pale mask of distress. "But I growled at you!" she exclaims, as if that excuses any need for me to apologize for nearly putting her in harm's way – not physically, of course, but emotionally.
A tiny smile quirks one corner of my mouth. Always the martyr, my Bella. "Of course you did," I reassure her gently. "That's only natural. But I can't understand how you ran away." My forehead creases in response to my puzzlement. I know what should have happened: once Bella had picked up the trail, she would have gone after the hikers with single-minded ferocity, and I would have had to restrain her until Emmett or one of the others showed up to help. Alice would surely have seen…
But then, why didn't she try to call me?
Unless…there really was no danger…
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Post by Bella Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:35:42 GMT -5
After regaining her composure and holding her breath as to not smell the blood, making her instincts want to overpower her reason she sped past Edward in a race heading North. He stopped her, questioning how she did it. Not understanding what he truly meant, all Bella could think is how she growled at him in her moment of defense. Apologizing as he looked on bewildered. Clicking the puzzle pieces together she realized, she stopped hunting. She was able to overcome newborn urges. Not normal. Well, it didn't surprise her...as human she was not normal and slightly...off. Leave it to her to be a unnatural vampire. The wind blew her hair as she leaned into him, her head snapping to the left as she headed east to the sounds of paws hitting the ground. The closer she got, the more she could distinguish what animal it was. Animal...thank god. Four legs....pounding heart....deer...She was able to spring when something else, something bigger caught her attention. It had wide set paws from the way the ground thumped, its heart slower, smelled more wild....mountain lion. Edward's favorite. She spotted the animal as she jumped onto a tree branch, waiting. She waited for the perfect moment to spring....pouncing on the unsuspecting animal with ferocious speed and accuracy, biting its neck rendering it motionless. The venom from her mouth spreading through the animals veins as it thrashed against her. Sucking and pulling the sweet crimson liquid into her mouth, most going on her dress. Alice would kill her. After no more came from the wound she stood and wiped her mouth on her arm. Looking down at her torn and taddered dress covered in excess blood she smiled shyly at Edward, embarrassed by her messiness.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:36:59 GMT -5
My hand lightly cups her upper arm, seemingly of its own accord, while I reply with mild amazement, "You shouldn't be able to do any of this. You shouldn't be so…so rational. You shouldn't be able to stand here discussing this with me so ca lmly and coolly. And, much more than any of that, you should not have been able to break off mid-hunt with the scent of human blood in the air. Even mature vampires have difficulty with that – we're always very careful of where we hunt so as not to put ourselves in the path of temptation."
I exhale once – a brief rush of air – and stare at Bella wonderingly. "Bella, you're behaving like you're decades rather than days old."
"Oh." She meets my eyes after a moment, the faint shadow of a thoughtful frown marring her forehead, tilting her head slightly to one side.
I frame her face between my palms, feeling a bit lightheaded as her breath wafts into my parted lips, the sweet taste igniting an explosion through every nerve in my body. I murmur longingly, "What I wouldn't give to be able to see into your mind for just this one moment."
She raises her hand; soft fingers trace the lines of my face, brushing along my skin as softly as a moth's wing. I suppress a shudder as she runs a fingertip over my lower lip, her gaze burning into mine.
"I thought I wouldn't feel this way for a long time?" Bella speaks uncertainly, halting. I can scarcely concentrate on her words while her fingers are still touching my mouth, lost in the feel of her caress and the magnetic pull of her body towards mine. Her eyelids lower halfway, looking unintentionally seductive even as she finishes her previous statement with quiet honesty, "But I still want you."
I snap out of the pleasurable stupor that her ministrations lulled me into, and blink at her in shock. "How can you even concentrate on that? Aren't you unbearably thirsty?"
She grimaces, removing her hand from my face, and tries to swallow. The muscles of her throat contract; she winces minutely, and sighs, letting her eyes drift closed. Recognizing that she is trying to focus outward with her senses to locate another suitable quarry, I drop my hands and hold my breath, not wishing to sidetrack her from hunting any more than I already am, apparently.
Bella's eyes flash open, and she pirouettes gracefully to dash eastward. I can pick out several scents that would lead us to possible prey – and, mercifully, none of them are human. So I hang behind her a short distance as we climb a steep slope decorated with sparse groupings of fir trees, marveling at the sheer perfection of her every movement while monitoring the flavors carried by the shifting breeze.
Suddenly, she clambers up the trunk of a silver fir – and I hear the soft thudding of large paws, the rhythmic throbbing of a strong heart. I wait below, pursing my lips in an amused smirk. It is fitting, I suppose, that Bella would stalk my favorite prey for her first hunt. I do not think she even made a conscious choice to go after the lion.
Lifting my chin, I glimpse her motionless silhouette perched above the big cat's position in the boughs, waiting for the right moment to strike. As he prepares to spring upon his own unsuspecting victim, Bella flies through the air and lands directly behind him, causing the branch to quiver.
The lion whirls, exposing his teeth while letting out a piercing roar, and swipes at her with curved black claws. I tense, eyes locked on the wild animal threatening my Bella, and put my weight on my haunches as I judge the distance I would need to leap to place myself between them –
And my common sense catches up with me just as Bella, holding the squirming, enraged lion in her steel-like grip, crashes to the ground on my immediate right. A twinge of worry gnaws at my awareness as I watch her wrestle with the shrieking cat, his claws ripping long gashes in her blue dress while her white skin remains untouched, flawless.
Bella growls involuntarily, pinning the lion to the forest floor, and sinks her teeth into his neck. She begins drinking quickly; the lion's struggles grow feebler, and his mindless howling fades into a choking gurgle. He dies soon after – a limp, furred carcass – and Bella pulls away, standing upright in one fluid motion. Scrutinizing her with an observant stare, the desire that I had felt earlier flares white-hot in the pit of my stomach as I take in her disheveled appearance.
Her dark brown tresses are a tangled riot around her face and shoulders; she wipes the back of an arm across her face, smearing away a droplet of blood from the corner of her mouth. The ice blue satin dress is in tatters. One strap stayed intact, but the other hangs in ragged shreds, and leaves a sizeable portion of Bella's décolleté exposed to the late afternoon light. Long stripes of silken flesh are visible on her torso and rib cage; the soft curve of her hip and upper thigh peeks out on one side, and the uneven hem rides high on her left leg, leaving little to the imagination – and I have a photographic memory.
She smoothes her palms over the ruined fabric, glancing down at herself with a rueful expression, and tries to adjust the top half of the dress to cover her chest.
"Hmm." The thoughtful noise slips out as I lounge against a tree trunk, arms crossed casually.
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Post by Bella Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:40:17 GMT -5
Bella looked up at him, cheeks slightly flushed, lips red with blood "I guess I could have done that better?" She asked meekly as she took in her torn and tattered dress. She had little confidence in hunting, and being so messy made her feel like she wasn't as graceful as he, who didn't spill a drop of blood on his clothing. Palming what was left of her tattered mess of clothing, she approaches him with ease and caution. The burning in her throat subsided and gone.
"I feel....better." She looked up into his topaz eyes, wondering if hers were the same now. Her lips brushed his as his hand became tangled in her long brown locks of hair. "Edward..." She was able to whisper before his lips captured hers. His kisses used to make her knees weak, the smell of his sweet breath was more overpowering now than when she was human. Everything tingled, and everything he touched burned in its wake. Desire had been multiplied by a thousand.
Pulling away for a second to look up at him with the one thing on her mind. "Renesmee...when can I see her?" She wanted so badly to see her daughter, her child that she bore life to. The creation of the love she shared with Edward...her husband. The best gift bestowed upon her since saying 'I do" to the man standing before her.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:41:10 GMT -5
"You did perfectly fine," I assure her with a small smile. "It's just that…it was much more difficult for me to watch than it should have been."
Her brows arch in confusion. I gesture absentmindedly with one hand while I explain, "It goes against the grain, letting you wrestle with lions." I have spent the last three years safeguarding this precious woman's life. Now that she is like me, it seems that my protection is no longer required.
But that does not mean that I will stop trying.
Bearing that in mind, I question her tentatively, "Renesmee?"
She ponders our options for a few moments, resting her weight against me. Ignoring other, more… aggressive impulses, I wrap my arms around her tenderly, rubbing small circles on her back with my hands while she thinks.
Finally, she pushes herself up on her elbows and sighs, gazing at me with a rueful smile. "Renesmee...when can i see her?" she consents, and climbs to her feet, pulling me with her. I take her hand, and we fly through the forest as easily as the birds soaring in the treetops above us.
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Post by Bella Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:45:20 GMT -5
The feeling of the wind rushes her hair as he takes her hand into his and begins the journey climbing through the trees. She didn't feel half as scared as she was when she was human, but never had reason to be since she trusted him so. After landing on a steady branch of a high tree, she leans against the trunk as he places his hand to hold himself, as he stood in front of her.
"Tell me about her," She questioned curiously. The way everyone acted back at the house it was almost short of a miracle when her name was mentioned, the look in everyone's eyes. "How much is she like you? How much like me?" Her mouth twists a little. "Or like I was, anyway."
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Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 0:46:42 GMT -5
Smiling, I move my shoulders in an offhand shrug and reply, "It seems a fairly even divide." Though Esme insists that Renesmee favors me more so than Bella – "Your faces are exactly alike, Edward. I feel as if I am getting a glimpse of what you must have looked like as a child." – I believe that our daughter inherited a number of traits, and not all of them merely physical, from both of her parents.
Faint lines appear on Bella's brow as she frowns, deep in thought. Her expression lightens after a moment and she recalls, seemingly pleased that she could dredge up that much from her blurred human memories, "She was warm-blooded."
"Yes. She has a heartbeat, though it runs a little bit faster than a human's. Her temperature is a little bit hotter than usual, too." I immediately push aside the mental reminder that Renesmee's body temperature is only a few degrees cooler than any of the wolves, and continue on before any other unpleasant notions invade this conversation with my wife. "She sleeps."
"Really?" Bella asks in surprise.
"Quite well for a newborn." Not to mention the fact that she succumbs to my singing almost as easily as Bella herself did once – when she still needed sleep. My grin widens, and I shake my head at the incongruity of this entire situation. "The only parents in the world who don't need sleep, and our child already sleeps through the night." A low chuckle escapes from my lips.
Bella returns my smile, and hers is so lovely and content that it disrupts my train of thought. She accused me on many occasions of 'dazzling' her, and other humans, with just a simple glance.
It seems a fair assumption that the tables, figuratively speaking, have turned.
Reclaiming my mental grounding, I resume my brief depiction of Renesmee and pick up where I left off by saying, "She has exactly your color eyes – so that didn't get lost after all." For which I am extremely thankful; gazing into my daughter's warm brown eyes had helped me hold onto my sanity while her mother lay prone, like a corpse, for the last two days. I give Bella a serene smile while my thumb rubs lazy circles on the top of her hand, intertwined with mine. "They're so beautiful."
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Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 1:03:09 GMT -5
Smiling, I move my shoulders in an offhand shrug and reply, "It seems a fairly even divide." Though Esme insists that Renesmee favors me more so than Bella – "Your faces are exactly alike, Edward. I feel as if I am getting a glimpse of what you must have looked like as a child." – I believe that our daughter inherited a number of traits, and not all of them merely physical, from both of her parents.
Faint lines appear on Bella's brow as she frowns, deep in thought. Her expression lightens after a moment and she recalls, seemingly pleased that she could dredge up that much from her blurred human memories, "She was warm-blooded."
"Yes. She has a heartbeat, though it runs a little bit faster than a human's. Her temperature is a little bit hotter than usual, too." I immediately push aside the mental reminder that Renesmee's body temperature is only a few degrees cooler than any of the wolves, and continue on before any other unpleasant notions invade this conversation with my wife. "She sleeps."
"Really?" Bella asks in surprise.
"Quite well for a newborn." Not to mention the fact that she succumbs to my singing almost as easily as Bella herself did once – when she still needed sleep. My grin widens, and I shake my head at the incongruity of this entire situation. "The only parents in the world who don't need sleep, and our child already sleeps through the night." A low chuckle escapes from my lips.
Bella returns my smile, and hers is so lovely and content that it disrupts my train of thought. She accused me on many occasions of 'dazzling' her, and other humans, with just a simple glance.
It seems a fair assumption that the tables, figuratively speaking, have turned.
Reclaiming my mental grounding, I resume my brief depiction of Renesmee and pick up where I left off by saying, "She has exactly your color eyes – so that didn't get lost after all." For which I am extremely thankful; gazing into my daughter's warm brown eyes had helped me hold onto my sanity while her mother lay prone, like a corpse, for the last two days.
I give Bella a serene smile while my thumb rubs lazy circles on the top of her hand, intertwined with mine. "They're so beautiful."
"And the vampire parts?" she questions, wide-eyed and avid for more information.
This is the trickier part of Renesmee's genetic makeup, for certain. My father and I have done as much as we possibly can to determine the specific characteristics that she received from my vampiric nature – but at this point, the most we can do is form an educated guess. So, that is what I provide for Bella: the educated guesses, based purely on observation and trial and error.
"Her skin seems about as impenetrable as ours. Not that anyone would dream of testing that." If even the errant thought had crossed anyone's mind, I would have torn them limb from limb.
Bella stares at me, open-mouthed and horrified. I swiftly reassure her, "Of course no one would," and give her hand a brief squeeze. "Her diet… well, she prefers to drink blood. Carlisle continues to try to persuade her to drink some baby formula, too, but she doesn't have much patience with it." My father thinks that the human part of Renesmee's body may suffer from malnutrition if she continues to follow a strictly blood-only regimen, but I disagree. Renesmee is thriving no matter what she is consuming; in fact, drinking blood seems to give her more energy and nourishment than anything else.
My mouth quirks into a lopsided smirk as I remember the first time Carlisle offered her a bottle of baby formula. Renesmee had studied the glutinous, milky substance for several minutes with an almost clinical scrutiny – turning the bottle this way and that in her small hand, a bewildered look on her cherubic face. She then had sniffed a droplet that had escaped from the tip of the rubber nipple, wrinkling her nose while making a positively revolted expression, and had promptly thrown the bottle on the hardwood floor with enough force – proof of her vampire-like strength – that the durable plastic shattered, coating everything and everyone in the room with the sticky, sweet fluid.
"Can't say I blame her," I finish explaining to Bella while reliving the memory of our daughter's rather stubborn stance on her eating habits. And that, she gets from her mother. "Nasty-smelling stuff, even for human food."
Bella's lips are still parted slightly, her face reflecting her obvious bemusement. Speaking very slowly, she remarks, "Persuade her?"
We were coming perilously close to broaching the subject of Renesmee's…unusual talent. While I have no intention of keeping Bella in the dark, there are some things that she needs to experience for herself in order to understand. So, I offer her a semi-informative explanation. "She's intelligent, shockingly so, and progressing at an immense pace. Though she doesn't speak – yet – she communicates quite effectively."
Incredibly, Bella replies even more slowly than before, as if speaking the words at a lengthy pace will somehow make them believable. "Doesn't. Speak. Yet."
Taking that as a cue that she may need a bit more time to absorb this, I reduce the speed of our gait, watching her face as she stares at me with a cluttered jumble of emotions sparkling in her eyes. "What do you mean, she communicates effectively?" she demands.
"I think it will be easier for you to…see for yourself," I answer her calmly, hinting with my chosen words – though I do not think she fully comprehends the double meaning. "It's rather difficult to describe."
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Post by Bella Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 1:09:23 GMT -5
Bella listened and took it all in, all the information and characteristics of her daughter. Her sweet, sweet girl she had yet to meet. All of it making her want to see it for herself. She was human and vampire, with traits of both. Bella felt proud that she had her eyes. A perfect twist of both of her parents to share features of them. No other way to show how this was the creation of the love they shared. She smiled and nodded. "Let's go home then. I want to see her."
As they jumped down from the tree, Edward took in her torn clothing with a smile. He took his shirt off and handed it to her. She smiled back and took it from him as she pulled the sleeves up her arms and left the front unbuttoned. "Let's be fair this time, and don't let me win!" She said as she counted off and ran. Beating the fastest in the family would be some feat but she was having a blast using her speed. One large jump over the river and she was ready to see her. To see...Renesmee.
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Post by Bella Cullen on Sept 11, 2012 2:13:57 GMT -5
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