Fade Away
She smirked and an image flitted into Jacob's mind. Her lips on his, pulling him toward her, down into thesoftness of her..."Ness..." he murmured, shaking his head.She just kept on smiling. "Impure thoughts?" she murmured, without looking up."Not exactly my thoughts" he grumbled back, feeling his temperature rise as the Renesmee in his mind slowlytugged..."A technicailty" she whispered."Ness!" he growled, and his mind emptied. He was left with his own thoughts, and the bitter after-taste of longing.She turned so that her back pressed against the wall, her feet out in front of her, she stared down at them, notwanting to meet his gaze. She knew that Jacob's patience with her was not infinite."Sorry" she mumbled.He didn't say anything. It wasn't her this time, but the images lingered as his own sense of clarity washed overhis thoughts. He knew the intricacies of Renesmee's gift as well as any of the Cullen's. She had grown upsharing it with them, her own way of communicating, expressing thoughts when words were insufficient.Memories made up the bulk of her images; acting as points of reference. You could see her dreams if you layyour head close enough to hers while she slept, they were vivid as she lived them in the moment, likewatching a movie. Her memories and dreams appeared in your mind, clear and focused, high definition. It wasvery rare that she would share a constructed thought, a piece of her imagination. That seemed more privatesomehow, and she didn't share such thoughts so easily, if ever. Edward had been partly right, once. Where hermother could shield her mind from intrusion, Renesmee would happily surrender hers... but it was alwaysunder her control. The flip-side of her father's gift, Renesmee could plant her own images into a person's mind,when she did so she was baring her soul to them... but she was her mother's daughter in many ways. She couldbe gate-keeper to her powers.But on the rare occasion she did; when she was anxious for someones safety and the worst case scenario'sshe'd dreamed up ran through your mind... well, you could separate those from the memories and dreamsbecause they were hazy. Not based in any reality but her own imagination, there was a sort of buttery glowaround them...like they appeared in sepia tones. Instead of a 'then' and 'now', it was more of a distinctionbetween the 'real' and her 'imagined'.Jacob knew that Renesmee rarely shared such thoughts with her family. He realized this when she was twoyears old, but looked closer to six. The night before her first day of primary school, as Jacob watched herdrawing on the kitchen counter, some abstract crayon masterpiece that looked more like a work of Picassothan a child's refrigerator decoration, an image had flashed in his mind of Nessie at school, sitting all alone,watching as the other children gave her a wide berth on the playground... the image had cut him right down themiddle. Her first day of school was tomorrow, and this image had been blurry (as though he was seeing itthrough tear-clouded eyes), the whole scene tinged with anxiety and fear.His first instinct then had been to gather her up into his arms and tell her not to worry, soothe her by promisinghis presence... but then he'd stopped himself from saying the words. Some things he could not promise. Insteadhe had offered her reassurances, spoken in his strong voice, full of conviction that every child would be liningup to play with her, and if anyone gave her a hard time, they'd have him to answer to. That made her smile...
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Great story, really catch me form beginning to end, two thumps up. just a little confusion with parts that are repeated (typo mistake think) but a really recommended writer. Congratulations
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Waa, i'm cryin now! I loved Esme and Carlisle! This story ends so well. I'm severly depressed now. But also elated that it all worked out. I wonder, if Stephanie Meyer does write a sequel, if she'll consider the problems in their relationship that you have posed in this story? You were definitely correct, because if he leaves his pack, he'll age and if he doesn't, Renesmee will make all the boys i
Such a great story! Are you writing a sequel? Oh, and also subscribe to me. Bye :)
its really good and i wanna know what happens between emmett and tanya, but its also really sad that rosalie, carlisle and emse all died, and leah as well!!!!
This is a ver amazing story i dont think even i could have written it this way, you have a greatimagination and a great stride for storytelling , please continue this story maybe u should find some way of talking to stephenie and see if she can help u get this published
Omygoshness! I loved the story, it was so sweet and beautiful. It made me so happy at some times and so sad at others. But to the chase, it was amazing!
this.is.soooo.beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!i'am almost in tears............n i bearly cry