Enchanting Equinox (Jacob Black Story)

Chapter 1: Renesmee And Jacob

The glass was cold against her palms, as Renesmee pressed them to the window. Rain poured down outside, running like a waterfall across the outside glass. It was cold, but she didn’t want cold. The house was empty; of course they were out playing baseball. Even her mother had gone, though Renesmee knew she would only be umpire. Bella still had no interest in sports.  But they had left her there, all alone, to shiver in the cold Cullen house. She was supposed to be asleep. It was a school night but the booming thunder and the aching cold had kept her up. She didn’t want cold. She wanted warmth. And she knew who could give her that. Her best friend in the world. My Jacob. He had been mine since I was little. My protector and now my best friend. Though lately, even though she was only six, but appeared sixteen, her feelings for Jacob had seemed to change. Desire was clinging to her whenever he came near, and sometimes she wished he would feel the same about her. But she had overheard Alice the other day, her perfect auntie whispering in the other room.
“He’s already imprinted and it’s not something that you can stop Edward,” Alice’s voice pierced as she moved around in the house, I supposed she was shifting flowers or straightening something. Her light footsteps were barely whispers, lighter than the most graceful ballerina.
Renesmee’s father let out a snarl, low and fierce, and she heard her mother sigh.
“Alice, she’s just a kid, I just don’t like it. Poor Nessie,” she hadn’t stayed to hear the rest of the conversation. Renesmee walked like a ghost up to her room, and sat down on the light purple bed, something Alice had picked out. Of course the whole room screamed Alice and Rosalie. But once they started you could never stop them. But depression was settling over her. My Jacob had imprinted on someone else. My Jacob. But if he had imprinted with some girl, probably more beautiful than I was, why had I never seen her, and why did he spend so much time with me? A horrible pain had rattled through her body and her eyes stung with tears, that unlike the rest of her family she could cry. But why did it hurt so bad that my best friend and my protector loved someone else. Someone he could wrap his warm arms around?
She shook her head and pulled her now clear mind back to the window. If she was all human she would not have been able to see through the pouring rain into the thick line of trees. But sure enough she could. Renesmee heard the sound before she saw it. Soft paws hitting the wet muddy ground. She jerked her head to the west to see a large wolf running through the woods, towards the house. Her heart soared and she raced to the door, knowing he would be there a moment after she had opened it.
He stepped into the light and relief seemed to spread through her. He stepped into the house, the heat rolling off of his body already drying his sopping wet hair and clothes. He gripped the door frame with his big hands and shut the door. He smiled at her and her fluttering heart stuttered for a moment. His smile was like the sunrise bursting through the clouds every day. Renesmee turned suddenly and disappeared down the hallway that was hidden quite creatively under the stairs. She needed to be away from him for a moment so she could concentrate on becoming herself again. I am Renesmee and I could do this. She grabbed a dark towel out of the bathroom and danced back into the room, her footsteps not as graceful as a vampire, but close enough. He rolled his eyes at her bouncy smile and took the towel from her. After a moment he was completely dried. Renesmee moved her eyes away from his as his smile melted into a frown.
“What?” she asked. He shivered at the sound of her high clear voice.
"You’re funny Nessie, that’s all." Jacob’s eyes tightened just slightly, and then a smile broke over his russet skin as he slung his muscular arm around her. As soon as his arm was wrapped around her, the heat from his body dispelled the goose bumps that were no longer raised on her arms. His body was almost the same temperature as hers, but if you asked her he was hotter. Always hotter. He pulled her down onto the couch and her hand shot out for the remote before he could grab it. Jacob’s smile froze her again, and he took the momentary distraction to yank the remote from her hand.
“Jacob,” she wined climbing onto his lap so she could try and grab the remote. He slipped it under him, sitting on it. She put her hand on his cheek and showed him an image of her beating him to a pulp. His booming laugh echoed around the house, making her spine tingle. He was…beautiful.
Jacob’s hand rested on her cheek.
“What are you thinking about?” his husky voice was like her personal lullaby. Renesmee rested her head against his chest and listened to the steady beating of his heart. He hadn’t bothered to change the channel, so it was still on the cooking channel. His big warm arms cradled her small body, something that she had inherited from her mother. She had also received her milk chocolate eyes, the ones that had pulled Jacob in a long time ago. Renesmee wondered if when he looked at her, he saw her eyes, but her mother’s face. She cringed at the thought.
“Can I ask you something?” her high voice trilled off quietly. He pressed his lips to her hair.
“Of course Nessie. You can always ask me anything,” The kiss he had given her was something familiar and safe, nothing more than friends.