6
Jacob
I can't believe this. Renesmee is going to drink blood again. What's worse is, it's human's blood, and Renesmee had a freak attack when she learned this. She was actually clinging to my hemd, shirt at the thought. Why was I so stupid that first night? I still imagine Bella when she was (thankfully) crazy enough to keep Renesmee. Poor Renesmee was gegeben a plastic cup with a lid and straw Von Rosalie. I don't think Renesmee is mentally ready for this. One sip and she wanted no Mehr of it. She looked scared.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It tastes too good. I don't want to dissapoint you," she whispered.
"There's no way Du can dissapoint me," I answered. She clung to my every word and took the cup from Rosalie's hand. She sipped with caution, flinching when it hit her tongue. We sat on the bed.
Once it was finished, she stood up. I grabbed her hand.
"Where are Du going?" I asked.
"I feel sick," she moaned.
I followed her into the bathroom. It looked like her body won't accept it.
"Carlisle!" I called. He entered, then looked frustrated.
"Human's blood can make us stronger, but it seems to make her weaker. I don't know what to do. We could try animal's blood," he suggested.
"It's worth a try," I murmured. Then I knelt Von Renesmee when she started to cry.
The animal's blood was no use. She puked it out as soon as it was finished. Everyone was now extremely worried. I took her downstairs.
"I don't know why this is happening to me," she cried. "Everything was fine, and suddenly, I couldn't hold it in."
I went into the kitchen.
"Maybe a little rare meat will be a better chance," I told her. She walked in with me. Then she ran away when I cut my finger with the sharp knife. I cleaned the wound and bandaged it. But when I looked for Renesmee, she was gone.
........
Renesmee
........
No. Jacob's blood smelled too good. I ran out before thirst endangered my love. I ran to the bedroom and fell on the bed. I was feeling too weak.
After lying there for a few minutes, I realized it was growing dark in the room. The sun was still shining through the window, but then the window disappeared.
Everything disappeared except the bed. Then I was lying on the ground. I stood up, now frightened.
"Renesmee," came Jacob's voice behind me.
I turned around to find Jacob smiling down upon me. Then I realized he had cuts on his arms, chest, and face. I couldn't stand it. I attacked him, breaking the skin on his throat. Jacob held me, like I was merely Küssen him. Tears filled my eyes as I slowly killed my true love. Jacob finally spoke in a frightened tone.
"Renesmee! Please, Renesmee! Wake up!"
I shut my eyes, trying to block the pain. Then they snapped open. I was in the brightly lit room, with Jacob standing over me. I was still on the bed. I sat up and felt my cheek. It was wet with salt water. Jacob lifted me into his arms and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I found Du passed out on the bed, moaning, 'No, not Jacob.' Du were crying. What happened?" he asked. I placed my hand on his unscarred cheek.
Then I relived the realistic dream. His cut up body, his caress, the bite. I felt the real Jacob shake. I stopped it right then and there. He closed his eyes in concentration. I shuffled closer. His eyes opened.
"Renesmee, Du sagte the blood was fine, until it couldn't settle?"
"Yes."
"I think I know a solution. A mix of animal and human's blood. Natural."
"What?"
"I'm talking about me."
Jacob
I can't believe this. Renesmee is going to drink blood again. What's worse is, it's human's blood, and Renesmee had a freak attack when she learned this. She was actually clinging to my hemd, shirt at the thought. Why was I so stupid that first night? I still imagine Bella when she was (thankfully) crazy enough to keep Renesmee. Poor Renesmee was gegeben a plastic cup with a lid and straw Von Rosalie. I don't think Renesmee is mentally ready for this. One sip and she wanted no Mehr of it. She looked scared.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"It tastes too good. I don't want to dissapoint you," she whispered.
"There's no way Du can dissapoint me," I answered. She clung to my every word and took the cup from Rosalie's hand. She sipped with caution, flinching when it hit her tongue. We sat on the bed.
Once it was finished, she stood up. I grabbed her hand.
"Where are Du going?" I asked.
"I feel sick," she moaned.
I followed her into the bathroom. It looked like her body won't accept it.
"Carlisle!" I called. He entered, then looked frustrated.
"Human's blood can make us stronger, but it seems to make her weaker. I don't know what to do. We could try animal's blood," he suggested.
"It's worth a try," I murmured. Then I knelt Von Renesmee when she started to cry.
The animal's blood was no use. She puked it out as soon as it was finished. Everyone was now extremely worried. I took her downstairs.
"I don't know why this is happening to me," she cried. "Everything was fine, and suddenly, I couldn't hold it in."
I went into the kitchen.
"Maybe a little rare meat will be a better chance," I told her. She walked in with me. Then she ran away when I cut my finger with the sharp knife. I cleaned the wound and bandaged it. But when I looked for Renesmee, she was gone.
........
Renesmee
........
No. Jacob's blood smelled too good. I ran out before thirst endangered my love. I ran to the bedroom and fell on the bed. I was feeling too weak.
After lying there for a few minutes, I realized it was growing dark in the room. The sun was still shining through the window, but then the window disappeared.
Everything disappeared except the bed. Then I was lying on the ground. I stood up, now frightened.
"Renesmee," came Jacob's voice behind me.
I turned around to find Jacob smiling down upon me. Then I realized he had cuts on his arms, chest, and face. I couldn't stand it. I attacked him, breaking the skin on his throat. Jacob held me, like I was merely Küssen him. Tears filled my eyes as I slowly killed my true love. Jacob finally spoke in a frightened tone.
"Renesmee! Please, Renesmee! Wake up!"
I shut my eyes, trying to block the pain. Then they snapped open. I was in the brightly lit room, with Jacob standing over me. I was still on the bed. I sat up and felt my cheek. It was wet with salt water. Jacob lifted me into his arms and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I found Du passed out on the bed, moaning, 'No, not Jacob.' Du were crying. What happened?" he asked. I placed my hand on his unscarred cheek.
Then I relived the realistic dream. His cut up body, his caress, the bite. I felt the real Jacob shake. I stopped it right then and there. He closed his eyes in concentration. I shuffled closer. His eyes opened.
"Renesmee, Du sagte the blood was fine, until it couldn't settle?"
"Yes."
"I think I know a solution. A mix of animal and human's blood. Natural."
"What?"
"I'm talking about me."
-Renesmee-
Von the time we landed for THE LAST TIME, I was really tired, despite sleeping like a rock the entire time.
"Emmett is going to personally ensure your permanent skin tone becomes bright red," Jacob remarked.
I scowled at him; I hated that I blushed so frequently.
"But I like it," he grinned. "It makes Du look cute."
"Are Du on his side oder mine?" I almost growled at him. I was NOT in the mood for this.
"Yours," he said, still grinning.
"Great. Then please be Mehr supportive."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting me.
"Whatever," I mumbled as we stepped into the cab.
* * *
Von the time we reached Forks, I was still incredibly tired.
The last thing I remembered was steeping out of the cab, and making it eight steps before my legs folded underneath me and Jacob's warm arms catching me before I fell.
I blinked my eyes closed, too exhausted to move.
Von the time we landed for THE LAST TIME, I was really tired, despite sleeping like a rock the entire time.
"Emmett is going to personally ensure your permanent skin tone becomes bright red," Jacob remarked.
I scowled at him; I hated that I blushed so frequently.
"But I like it," he grinned. "It makes Du look cute."
"Are Du on his side oder mine?" I almost growled at him. I was NOT in the mood for this.
"Yours," he said, still grinning.
"Great. Then please be Mehr supportive."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting me.
"Whatever," I mumbled as we stepped into the cab.
* * *
Von the time we reached Forks, I was still incredibly tired.
The last thing I remembered was steeping out of the cab, and making it eight steps before my legs folded underneath me and Jacob's warm arms catching me before I fell.
I blinked my eyes closed, too exhausted to move.