Renesmee: Shooting Stars (Sequel To Rising Sun) *COMPLETED* WATTY AWARDS 2012

Explanations

Chapter Twelve

Renesmee Cullen

I felt the blood drain from my face as I said the word 'blood'. Blood. And she was drinking it right when we got in, which could only mean one thing: Morgan Dean was a vampire- or sort of one. I looked at Jacob who was as frozen as I was as she continued writing and moving around like she had heard nothing at all, which I was almost 100 percent sure was pretending- if she really was a vampire, she would be able to hear what a little kid is whispering in more than a mile radius.

My mind started doing calculations, several ones. It couldn't be by pure chance that whatever this creature is happened to work for a couple of werewolves and one of them is actually married to a half-vampire, and not any half-vampire, the daughter of the Cullens. If she was one she would definitely know about us; we were the second largest coven and she officially was in our area. Then, what did she want? And what made her stay silent all that time, not mentioning anything or talking or just coming straight to Carlisle or something?

But, most importantly, how could Jacob not smell her? Is it some kind of long-term immunity to vampires' scents? No- No, that couldn't be it, simply because he did notice Frederick's scent, and he was doing a perfect job protecting La Push from nomads. But, even if we take a very, very long shot and say that he never paid close attention or that he was, as I said, having some kind of immunity, wouldn't Embry or Quil spot her? Wouldn't anyone else smell, even by chance, a paper or a towel or whatever? The others sometimes come here, too, as I learn from Jacob. It was impossible. Just impossible.

I felt Jacob's warm hand on my back as he led me, silently, towards the car. I looked at him when we got there. He put my palm on his cheek, I took the hint and focused on opening the connection between us.

I don't know, I really don't. He thought. But I do know she doesn't smell to me like a bloodsucker.

She was drinking blood, Jacob. And her reflexes! And- And- Oh GOD. I thought and my eyes widened.

"What?" he spoke loudly on impulse. I looked at him with horrified eyes, my hands automatically making their way to my stomach.

She knew more about us than we think. She knows I'm married to Jacob and I doubt that was the only information she knew.

"How so?" Jacob asked then we both stared at each other with utter surprise. Again. What was today? Some sort of a "Surprise Me" national holiday that we don't know about?

"I-I didn't touch you," I said and he nodded.

"We'll see about that later," he promised,"When I get home. Right now, go- No, no. Don't go alone," he mused,"I'll call- Oh he's not there," he was obviously referring to Daddy, who was still with Momma in Paris, France.

"I'll call Jasper," I suggested,"Emmett and Rose are on a long hunting trip and Alice took Esme shopping for Sarah," I reasoned. And, of course, Carlisle was at the hospital. He nodded in agreement. I got out my phone then and he was glancing at the road, probably looking for Embry.

"Here you are," he mumbled and I glanced to find Embry's white motorcycle pull into the only free parking spot. Oh, I knew him too well. Jasper answered after a couple of rings.

"Nessie?" he answered. It's been a while since I called him. I felt guilty for only calling in emergencies, but, again, I spent most of the last couple of weeks at home with them.

"Jazz, can you come take me?" I asked,"I'm in front of Jake's garage," I said. He didn't talk for a second.

"Sure, Ness," he said,"Is something wrong?" I glanced at the entrance of the garage.