More Than My Own Life (Twilight Fanfiction)

Your Power is Still There

There were screams. Awful, awful screams. I wanted to cover my ears, but I couldn't. I had to keep my hands on Jake, I had to cling to his fur if I wanted to avoid being thrown from his back.

"I love you, Renesmee! More than my own life. I love you!" Then we were running. The forest blurred around me. Looking to my left, I saw a vampire lunge for Jake and I. 

Everything went black.

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I woke up with a scream, jolting upright. I was confused by the sudden brightness, the sudden loss of fur from underneath me. I was still leaned against the wall, and my feather had fallen onto my lap. I had left the bedroom light on and my eyes scanned the room, looking for any signs that I was in danger. I jumped when I noticed a figure standing by the window.

In a second Carlisle had crossed the room and was kneeling by my side. I felt myself flinch when he reached out to touch my cheek. "Are you alright, Renesmee?" I nodded my head, though in reality, I was far from alright. My entire world had just been turned upside down. Carlisle was my adoptive father. But he was also Edward's father. And Edward was my real father. So that made Carlisle my Grandfather. And also my adoptive father.

My head began to spin and I'm sure I would have passed out had I not already been sitting. Carlisle, seeing the blood drain from my face, reached out to me. He put two fingers on the side of my neck, checking my pulse. Then, he moved his hand up to my forehead, checking for a fever.

"How did you get in here?" Was that my voice? It was so weak, so scratchy. Carlisle chuckled as he gripped me under my arms and lifted me up onto my bed. "I am a vampire, Renesmee. Coming in through a window isn't all that difficult for me." I wanted to be impressed, but I was too tired. I didn't know why I was so tired, considering I had taken a nap before I went out with Jacob. Carlisle seemed to know what I was wondering, likely from being a doctor for more than a century. "You should go back to sleep." He was reaching behind me, unzipping my dress. "Your mind is fogging over, trying to protect itself. We need to get you out of these wet clothes, though. You're likely to get sick as it is from all of the stress you are under."

Carlisle pulled off my dress and then my bra. He hesitated as he looked at the Spandex, probably wondering if he could manage to get the tight fitting material off of me with how little help I was providing. I literally couldn't move. Every part of me felt heavy. This must be the fogginess that Carlisle had been referring to. Carlisle finally managed to get my Spandex off, but he mercifully left my panties on. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a tank top, slipping it easily over my head. 

My last thought as I succumbed to the darkness was that the voice from my dream was Bella's.

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When I woke up I felt much better. Physically, at least. My body didn't ache and my eyes didn't sting. My anger had faded into a dull throbbing in my chest.

My family. The Cullens were my real, blood family. I should have been excited, elated. So why did I feel like I wanted to cry? I sniffled as I sat up in bed. I wanted Jacob. I just needed him to come sit next to me, to put his arm around me. But I knew that I would have to go and get him, and I was far too scared of running into Carlisle or Edward to leave my bedroom. Or, even worse, Bella. My mother. What would I say to her? How would I act? I knew that sooner or later I would have to talk to her. But...not yet. Just not yet.

I rubbed my eyes as I sat up and pushed the covers off of me. I stretched, and my muscles were so tight that I wondered how long I had been sleeping. I looked out the window, and though I couldn't tell that exact time, I could tell that it was far past sunrise. I had fallen asleep right after the sun set, and with how early the sun set in December, that meant that I had to have been out for at least twelve hours.