Chapter 1

Italy, Rome. Jamaica, Kingston. Japan, Tokyo. Jordan, Am…

“Renesmee Carlie Cullen!”

Oh crap, I couldn’t avoid thinking as I ran the brush for the last time over my waist-length, bronze colored hair. Busted. I could still try to play innocent, even though saying it was difficult to try to trick my father, Edward Cullen, was quite an understatement.

“Yes, daddy?” I answered popping my head through the cozy living room’s threshold. I saw his livid face, while mom just pretended to read a book, the slight crease between her brows the only thing giving away on her otherwise smooth face the distress the situation was causing her.

“What are you doing?” Dad asked, piercing me with his golden eyes, as if trying to read in my expression what he couldn’t already read in my mind. We both knew, though, that I was already rather good at hiding my thoughts from him.

“Studying,” I grinned.

“Studying… Huh. And why are you so dressed up?” He asked eyeing carefully my not-dressy-at-all cotton, bohemian tunic, leggings, golden anklet with charms and brown leather flip flops.

“This? Oh, it’s nothing really. Aunt Alice will be disappointed,” I replied, chagrin taking over my features.

“Where are you going?”

“To the main house,” I asked with an innocent face, but did not elaborate. I didn’t want to lie to him either. Technically, omitting was as bad as lying, but I tried not to let moral kick in that precise moment. I opted for not giving it to much thought, so I wouldn’t get caught. He frowned.

“Why?”

His face softened as I frowned at him. I hated it when he got all inquisitor on me.

“Never mind,” he sighed, relaxing a bit his stiff posture.

“I told you this is so unnecessary…” Mom muttered from behind her book.

“You know, your paranoia is starting to get on my nerves,” I commented, playing victim now.

“Oh is it?” Dad snorted, narrowing his eyes. “Then would you care explaining why you’re so busy reciting all the countries and their capitals in alphabetical order over and over again in your head?”

“Sudden interest in geography, perhaps? You know how I love to learn new things all the time.”

“You’re going to sneak out with that dim-witted mutt!” he accused, his face full of repressed anger.

I didn’t appreciate much the derogatory way he described my Jake. I frowned deeply, irritated.

“As a matter of fact I am. Was, but since you already know about it, I guess I’m not sneaking out anymore!” I backfired.

“You are not going as far as that door, young lady! I knew that scruffy mongrel had to do with it! Of course…!”

“Edward…,” Mom started with a sigh.

“She’s not going out with Jacob Black just yet, Bella.”

“Dad!” I hissed, “I want to! It’s not like he’s forcing me!”

Why do you have to make things so difficult, I thought for him to hear. I saw his expression become ironic before he laughed grimly.

“I’m not. I am your father and I just happen to see and point out what you don’t notice. Not forcing you… Not forcing you, because he wouldn’t survive if he tried, but always luring you in ways…”

“He doesn’t lure me to anything!”

“Like I haven’t…”

“Of course you haven’t seen it and let alone heard it! It’s not like you give us any kind of privacy, so I’m quite sure you know this!”

“Renesmee!”

I tried to calm down. But when my temper was triggered like it was right now, it was rather worthless.

“He’s always been with me. Always here. It’s almost natural, Dad. And seven years is…”

“Seven years are hardly relevant! It means nothing, Renesmee. Anyone can wait…”

“Dad, it’s me who doesn’t want to wait, or make him wait for that matter.” I informed him, crossing my arms across my chest. I knew it was a childish gesture, but I just wanted to drop the subject.

I wasn’t really sure of how I felt about Jacob myself. Until just recently, he had been my best friend and my — accelerated— childhood companion. And then one day, only a couple of weeks ago, I was racing him to the cottage from the main house, our bantering and exhilarated shouting echoing in the familiar, green forest. I was winning, until my sensitive hearing made me aware of the fact he was no longer running. I stopped and turned, but he was nowhere to be found.  Next thing I know, something or someone huge pounced on top of me, making me scream and knocked me down to the mushy, damp ground. Jacob was laughing his guts out, his torso spread diagonally over mine. I tried to pull him off me, but dear God, the guy so was heavy. He gazed at me, amused, a smirk on his lips. Then his stare became intense, as we both acknowledged that we were impossibly and intimately close. He gave me an unusual look, before he cleared his throat and got off me, and awkwardly offered me his hand to help me up. That’s when I realized Jacob was also a guy. I took me seven years to figure that out, and did it all by myself. Boy, wasn’t I bright, I remember thinking, mocking myself.

Dad’s always silky smooth voice, in spite of being altered by the fury, brought me back to the present. It was obvious he had followed my thoughts.

“You’re seven years old, Renesmee! You have all your whole life ahead of you, plenty of time to...”

“Edward, be reasonable,” Mom soothed, caressing Dad’s arm. “You already saw this coming. It’s quite… unavoidable. And she’s not really seven. You know that…”

“She is, technically,” he retorted, also crossing his arms.

“You know what I mean.” Mom eyed me appreciatively, and Dad also glanced reluctantly at my obviously 18-year-old silhouette.

Mom and I looked like twin sisters with obvious differences rather than mother and daughter. I definitely resembled Mom rather than your average, bubbly 7-year-old child. Of course, I was not your average girl. I smiled brilliantly at her. She didn’t smile back.

Dad grunted and rolled his eyes. Now that was such a childish gesture, I had to snort and couldn’t avoid laughing. Dad looked at me as if I had gone crazy. Mom finally smiled, and laughed with me, leaning against me lightly. My smile turned warm as I turned to my adored father’s face and softly put my palm on his cheek. God knew how I loved him, but he needed to stop being so unreasonably overprotective. I needed to make him understand. His eyes widened slightly, as he, even if it was just for a moment, saw things the way I see them, and felt, what I felt. Literally. He closed his eyes as the sensations filled him, and I gave him images he’d never seen in this way before. Of Jacob’s face, of his smile, of his warmth and his generosity. The way I felt when he was with me, and how I felt when we were apart. The happiness, the longing. The impossibly binding mutual affection. I knew he understood. He had to understand what I felt.

He moved his hand to his face and gently removed my hand. The images still went to his head as I held his hand.

“Enough, Nessie.”

I looked at him with a worried expression as I pulled my hand away but only found reluctant acceptance in his beautiful features.

“Dad?” I asked anxiously. He sighed.

“I do understand, Nessie,” he whispered, holding Mom’s hand. He looked back at me, smiling lightly. “I truly do. As if I don’t hear your thoughts all day!” he grimaced at that. “It’s just that…”

“Daddy, it’s just a date…” But we both knew this went way beyond that. It was a sure, irreversible step towards the inevitable. Once our feelings were voiced, once the words were said, although they were simply words, there was no going back. I looked at the beautiful, braided Quileute bracelet I wore on my left wrist since he gave it to me that first Christmas together. It was an evident and silent promise itself. It’s like we were meant to be. That’s the way it has always been. The way it would always be, no matter how.

“I’m not giving you up so soon!” he menaced, making a face as he read my thoughts.

“Dad —”

“This is so terrible…” he sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose “We shouldn’t really be having this conversation yet…”

“You knew it would come someday.”

He waved his right hand dismissively.

“It’s alright… Daddy, I’m never going to leave you.” I assured him, hugging him. Mom and Dad both looked at me, Dad with a serious face, and Mom with a half smile.

“Nessie, my baby…” she whispered, and hugged me tightly. I smiled. She only called me Nessie when she was under great emotional stress. I felt kind of guilty of upsetting them. But it wasn’t my fault either that they were so dramatic! Dad hugged me suite, and kissed my forehead.

“We’re not dramatic. We just want what’s best for you, Nessie.”

I smiled.

“I know.” I stuttered “Er… Can I go now? I’m running kinda late,”

Dad pouted. But I had to admit, it had been easier to convince him that I had anticipated. He’s so highly opinionated I thought I’d never get my point across. Maybe mom had to do with it. Perhaps she’d been giving him therapy. He grimaced at that thought. I snickered.

“So where is he taking you?” he asked suspiciously

“Council meeting,” I shrugged, and did not elaborate, for I myself did not really know what to expect. I had thought of the werewolves and the elders discussing tribal issues, but Jake had said I’d have a good time and I believed him. Besides, anywhere would be fine, as long as I were with Jacob. Dad grimaced again, and I saw Mom smiling, her eyes far, as if she were reminiscing. I had the feeling she knew what I was talking about.

“You’ll have a good time,” she nodded approvingly.

“Off you go, then,” Dad sighed. “We don’t want to keep Jacob waiting,” he added with a face.

“Will he come pick you up?” Mom asked, concerned. I nodded.

“He said he’d be waiting for me in the main house,” I added smiling warmly.

“I’m going to kill Alice and Emmett… Why didn’t he come to talk to us instead of leaving you on your own with that?” Dad growled.

“He did insist in coming to talk to you himself, but I insisted it’d be easier, if I…”

“Sneaked out?” Dad suggested sarcastically. I grinned apologetically.

“Of course, you will not be sneaking out anytime soon,” Mom informed me.

“Sure, sure” I waved her off. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. I knew Dad would be keeping an eye from now on, whenever I started naming countries, or singing random national anthems all of a sudden.

“C’mon, we’ll take you,” Dad offered.

“I’ll be fine, Dad,” I sighed.

“We’ll take you,” he pressed. “There’s something I need to talk to your Jacob about.”

He ignored me as I rolled my eyes, and opened the door of our cottage for me and mom. It could be so stressing being Edward Cullen’s baby girl. It was his turn to roll his eyes at that thought.

“You don’t know how stressing it could be to be pig-headed Renesmee Cullen’s father. I swear you’ll give me gray hairs, child.”

"Not gonna happen, Dad!"

Which book in the series is your favourite?

Hmmm... Eclipse.

How long did it take you to read the books?
About THREE WEEKS, because I just ordered Twilight and I had to wait like two weeks for New Moon and Eclipse, but those I read in five days (Eclipse took me three days cause I really wanted to NOT finish it, although I just couldn't extend it anymore *pout*)

Who introduced you to the books?
Just comments online.

Did you buy them, borrow them, or have them given to you as a gift?
Bought them on Amazon.

Are you most looking forward to: Breaking Dawn, Midnight Sun, or The Movie?
Breaking Dawn of course!

What's your dream ending to the series?
That Edwards dies for a good cause so Bella can stay with her Jake.

Who is your favorite character?
Jake, followed by Emmett and Alice. Edward can be pretty hilarious, too.

Who's your favorite vampire?
Emmett and Jasper!

Who is your favorite werewolf?
Jake, DUH, followed by Quil (he's so funny) and Paul (oh teh TEMPER).

What's one of your favorite quotes from the stories?

Emmett: “Fall down again, Bella?”
Bella: “No, Emmett. I punched a werewolf in the face.”
*Emmett bursts into a roar of laughter*

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Emmett: I’m really glad Edward didn’t kill you. Everything’s so much more fun with you around.”

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Alice: “Don't you love me, Bella?”

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Jacob: “Go fetch a space heater" he grumbled "I’m not a St. Bernard”

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Edward: "Please! Do you mind!”

Jacob: "What?"

Edward: "Do you think you could attempt to control your thoughts?"

Jacob: "No one said you had to listen. Get out of my head."

Edward: I wish I could. You have no idea how loud you little fantasies are. It's like you're shouting them at me"

Jacob: "I'll try to keep it down" Jacob whispered sarcastically.

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Jacob: "Next time you want to hit me, use a baseball bat or a crowbar, okay?"

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Charlie: “How did she do that?”

Jacob: “She hit me.”

Charlie: “Why did she hit you? “

Jacob: “Because I kissed her.” Jacob said unashamed.

Charlie: “Good for you, kid.”

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Bella: "Dad, don't you have a baseball bat lying around somewhere in your room?”

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Edward: "If it weren't for the fact that we're natural enemies and that you are also trying to steal away the reason for my existence, I might actually like you." 

Jacob: “Maybe...If you weren't a disgusting vampire who was also planning to suck out the life of the girl I love... well, no, not even then."

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Edward: “And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...”

Bella: “What a stupid lamb.”

Edward: “What a sick, masochistic lion...”

Are these books among your favorite books of all?
YES (even if I spent two days REALLY DEPRESSED because of Eclipse, my poor Jacob)

Twilight or New Moon?
New Moon.

New Moon or Eclipse?
Eclipse.

Eclipse or Twilight?
Eclipse.

Who do you want to see Bella with most: Edward or Jacob?
JAKE, I sympathize with him.

How did you first find out about the movie?
Saw it on Stephanie’s website.

Are you excited?
WHAT DO YOU THINK???

What do you think of the casting so far?
They’re PERFECT. I do have complaints about the wardrobe, though. What’s with the wigs?

Are you going to go see it?
NOOO. DUH!

Do you think it will stay true to the book?
Nope. Who ever heard of a movie that stays true to the book?

Are you planning on buying Breaking Dawn as soon as it's out?
Fuck YEAH.

Do you think Bella will be turned into a vampire finally?
Ah, well… *pouts*

Do you think she and Edward will get married?
Well, I know as much as that there’ll be a wedding. Jake might want to ruin it (and get Alice, and consequently Jasper, bite his head off). Who knows.

Do you think Jacob might imprint in this book?
Already did~ *sing song voice*

Who do you think Bella will end up with: Edward or Jacob?
Edward. Unless he dies. ^_____^

Do you think it will be a happy, sad, or shocking ending?
Hopefully something having to do with Edward sacrificing himself (maybe Bella would kill herself, too, although I’d prefer her staying with Jake). I figure it’ll be tragic. Just a hunch.

Who do you think will be the villain(s) of the book this time?
The Volturi will be a nuisance (that’s for sure) and I bet Bella’s love for Jake, too.

How would you feel about a possible vampire / werewolf cross?
Like THAT’S gonna happen! I mean, how can the kid like with both odors?

Will Charlie find out Edward is a vampire?
Sure, sure. *rolls eyes*

Will the vampires and werewolves continue the truce they had in Eclipse?
Doubt it. Especially with the whole Jacob issue.

If anyone, who do you think will die in this book?
If Jake dies, I’ll fucking die. If Edward dies… Well, I’ll be sad too, but I’ll get over it. And so will Bella. ^______^

For a twist: what would you think if Edward was somehow turned human?
NOT!

Do you think Jacob will be over Bella by the end of the book?
Unfortunately, if they don’t end up together, he might. But even if he gets over her, he’ll alwayshave a spot for her, or at least the memory of her…

If it were possible...who would you most want to meet in person?
Emmett, Jake and Quil. What a crazy night if we all went clubbing together.

Uh oh uh oh
You're so good to me
Baby baby

I want to lock you up in my closet
Where no one's around
I want to put your hand in my pocket
Because you're allowed
I want to drive you into the corner
And kiss you without a sound
I want to stay this way forever
I'll say it loud
Now you're in
And you can't get out

CHORUS:
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me

Baby baby
You're so good to me
Baby baby

I can make you feel all better
Just take it in
And I can show you all the places
You've never been
And I can make you say everything
That you never said
And I will let you do anything
Again and again
Now you're in
And you can't get out

You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me


Baby baby
You're so good to me
Baby baby

Kiss me
Gently
Always I know
Hold me
Love me
Don't ever go

You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me

You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me

Baby baby
You're so good to me
Baby baby
You're so good

Dí que piensas en mí...

Dí que me extrañas...

Dí que formo parte de un trocito de tu corazón...

Dí que tu último suspiro del día lleva mi nombre...

Dí que cuando sonríes es porque invado tu mente...

Dí que cada día separado de mí te parece una eternidad...

Dí que lo único que necesitas es mi abrazo...

Dí que eres feliz...

Dí que junto a mí, eres feliz..

Dí que siempre me tendrás, aunque sólo sea en el recuerdo...

Dí que tan solo una mirada mía te ilumina el rostro...

Dí que los destellos de tus ojos y los míos forman el más bello arco iris...

Dí que aunque haya hecho poco por merecerlo, te sientes orgulloso de mí...

Dí que cada noche esperas el día siguiente ansioso por verme...

Dí que si un día tuviese que repetirse, sería el día que me conociste...

Dí que la amistad, el cariño, el respeto, la ilusión, el amor...tienen sentido a mi lado...

Dí que siempre estarás ahí...

Dí que pese a todo, yo te importo...

Dí que sería la última persona que desearías ver desaparecer...

Dí que tus mejores sueños van dedicados a mí...

Dí, tan solo, que me amas.

Yo, lo digo.

 No tengo miedo de perder,

tengo miedo a perderte a ti...

No tengo miedo a cantar,

tengo miedo a quedarme sin voz y no poder decirte te quiero...

No tengo miedo a gritar,

tengo miedo a gritar contigo...

No tengo miedo a volar,

tengo miedo a caerme y no me puedas salvar...

No tengo miedo a mirar,

tengo miedo de no poder mirar en el mismo instante que tu...

No tengo miedo a llorar,

tengo miedo a que jamas puedas volver verme haciéndolo,

que jamás puedas limparme mis lagrimas y calmar mi llanto...

No tengo miedo a hablar,

tengo miedo a que no puedas ver que con kien hablo eres tu...

No tengo miedo a morir...

Yo soy esa chica que esconde su tristeza,

y mantiene alta la cabeza.

Au!!!!!!! Espero k no te enoje que te haya copiado el texto! Gracias!