What if Edward had never heard Renesmee's thoughts? Therefore, never learned to love her? In this story, that is how it is. Edward, nor his family grew fond of Renesmee. Even though she's young, she can sense their hatred towards her, and feels she...
A/N: Hi, Guys. I know that its been almost a year since I updated and that the excuse that "life is busy" gets kind of old after hearing it so many times, so, to make up for it, here are TWO chapters on ONE update. Please, enjoy "Highest Tides" and "Whisper"
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Renesmee POV
I was pretty sure I was dead. I couldn't feel anything in my body. No pain from where I had been impaled by the branch, no feeling period throughout my entire body. In fact, I was lying down, indoors somewhere, since I couldn't feel the breeze of somewhere outdoors. The only two things I couldn't exactly distinguish. A cold sensation enveloped her hand, and had her fingers intertwined and a slow, steady beep, beep, beep sound.
I wanted to open my eyes, but my entire body was still numb, but my heart, I could now feel still pumping, was trying to mend that. I could feel that slowly but surely, blood was making its circulation back around my body. After a couple of minutes I felt the blood suddenly warm and strengthen my eyelids. After prying my eyelids open, I tried to take in my surroundings but it was too blurry and I was too exhausted to try. From what I was able to blurrily see, it was a room though.
My eyes weakly shot to the person holding my hand. I couldn't make much of their face, but they were more pale than Nahuel, though. My breathing and heart rate hiked, the beeping meters responding with more erratic and faster beeping, with fear. Their head snapped into my direction. I couldn't see their face well, but they were cold and pale as a full vampire. It couldn't be Joham...Please don't let it be Joham.
I was too weak to try to force myself into more energy to jump, so I attempted to twitch my hand away from them. They reacted and released my hand.
"Renesmee?" A familiar voice said softly.
I blinked my eyes rapidly to try to clear the picture in front of me. The voice belonged to Edward, but I couldn't see his face to match it. My mind was screaming with questions. The entire place smelt like the Cullen's, so with Edward being present, so it was obvious where I was. My other questions were different. Why was I? Who all knew I was here? Did she know?
"E..Edward?" she croaked. I tried to swallow, but my voice was drier and rougher than sandpaper.
"You're safe. Don't worry," His hand reached hesitantly to my hair and smoothed it. I wanted to recoil from is hand, but I was too exhausted to move my hand, let alone my body. My eyes threaten to slam shut again but I got to look back up at Edward.
"N...Nahuel?" I waked, weakly.
"Do you want me to call him?" He was looking into my face, and I was trying desperately again to get my vision to clear but it was like looking into a foggy mirror.
He hadn't left? I was going to have to tell him what happened so we could leave.
"Please..." I said, finally after licking my lips uselessly. My tongue drily ran across my lips, giving them no moisture in their path and I sighed.
