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Chapter 1 – Imprint

"Are you kidding me?" There was no way… I just couldn't wrap my mind around it, regardless of all the extra room for wrapping. I was dumbfounded, flabbergasted, completely boggled. "Imprint?" I looked up into my mother's golden eyes searching for further explanation.

She looked down and to the right, not meeting my gaze. "Renesmee" she sighed lightly before continuing. "I know you've heard the pack and all of your family mention imprinting at some point in the past 4 years" she paused as if she was lost for words, "I know that technically you are no more than 4, but biologically, mentally, physically, you are a young teenager. I know from personal experience that at that age things can get confusing. New feelings, your body, hormones, insecurities…." She trailed off.

I still didn't understand what my growth could possibly have to do with any of these things she was trying to tell me. "Momma… explain it to me again, explain imprinting." I touched her cheek lightly from my place next to her on the couch and showed her the variety of emotions flowing through me at that moment.

"All members of the pack imprint darling. I'm not sure what exactly it entails, as I've obviously never imprinted on someone, so I can only imagine. But according to their descriptions, imprinting is as if you've met the other half of yourself. Everything else in the world just stops, the object of your imprinting is your entire world, they make the sun set, the world spin, they are your reason for being, the meaning of life." She looked up at that moment and I could see the wonder of it on my face reflected back at me in her eyes. "When they imprint they become whatever the object of their imprinting needs them to be. Protector, friend, brother, lover…, but inevitably, the major cause for imprinting is because they have found the perfect mate for them to carry on their shape shifting genes. Basically, when they have found the yin to their yang." She turned to me and placed her cool calming hands on mine in my lap. "You are a young woman now." She sighed and searched my face with her eyes and gently cupped my cheek with her icy hand.

I leaned my face into her palm for a moment trying to gather my thoughts, seeking more of the reassurance I felt in her touch. "I just don't understand Momma. Why are you telling me all of this?" "Why is it so important that I know what imprinting means?" "I just don't understand." I shook my head trying to make sense of everything she was telling me. I could tell there was something more she was keeping from me. My body tensed in shock. She was warning me that Jacob would imprint someday. That had to be why she was telling me these things. She was preparing me. Preparing me for losing my best friend, MY Jacob. I inhaled deeply attempting to calm my frayed nerves and the emotions running rampant through me. I'd always felt a little more than possessive of Jacob, that's just how it had always been, I could never fully understand it myself, much less explain it to anyone…

"You're warning me aren't you Momma?" I looked up at her face to see a slight flicker of confusion in her eyes, before it was gone as if it was never there. "You're warning me for when it happens to Jacob." I said in a deadpan voice I barely recognized as my own. I felt her start slightly at my words before she spoke again. "Renesmee… I'm telling you these things because I want you to be prepared for anything and everything that comes your way. It's not a warning per se', just take it as knowledge honey." She looked around the room as if she could find the answer somewhere on the walls in my room. "We just want you to be happy honey."

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I went through the normal routines of my everyday life wondering what the true purpose of telling me these things could be. I was sure it was the conclusion I had come to on my own. My Jacob. I sighed and slouched farther down into the soft couch in my room. I had to stop thinking of him like that! He wouldn't always be My Jacob. Momma had proven that today with her talk of imprinting. A sudden thought struck me and I raced into my bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror examining myself closely.

Dark chocolate eyes stared back at me, Grandpa Charlie's eyes, and Momma's eyes before she had been turned. They were pretty enough I supposed. Aunt Alice always said I had lashes to die for, I leaned in closer and ran my finger over them lightly. They where long and full, framing the slight almond shape of my eyes nicely. Hmmm… nothing wrong with that. I leaned back out and further continued my evaluation of my facial features. Small pert nose like Momma's, slightly arched brows, also a little of Momma in me. Full lips, the top just slightly out of proportion with the bottom, a mixture of Momma and Daddy. Nothing wrong with any of that I decided. I was pretty, not quite the ethereal beauty that the women in my family shared, but still pretty. I took my hair out of the clip I had it in and watched it tumble down my back in curls.

I turned this way and that still in front of the mirror. Nope, nothing wrong with the uniquely colored copper curls that hung down to the small of my back. I had inherited the color from Daddy, but had Aunt Alice to thank for the length; both she and Aunt Rose had forbidden me from cutting my hair despite my constant complaints. I turned to the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and examined my body.

I had recently started to "fill out" as my kind and loving grandma Esme had put it. I wasn't completely comfortable with myself yet and stood staring at my body as though it were a strangers. I pulled my nightgown tighter around me so I could see the outline of everything better. My waist dipped in slightly before flaring out to gently curving hips. Nothing wrong with that… I turned sideways still keeping my nightgown pulled taut. At some point in the last month I had started getting "busty" I had heard Uncle Em quietly whisper to Aunt Rose before she had smacked him. The development of my new chest had brought on an unwanted and completely embarrassing shopping trip with Aunt Alice. I shuddered at the remembrance of the endless hours of trying on tons of lacy unmentionables. I looked back into the mirror and decided the overall effect of my new breasts and the gentle swell of my backside was pleasant enough.

Definitely not as womanly as some, but still lovely.

As I stood there evaluating myself an idea came to me. It would take some planning, and some sneaking too, I decided. But I could do it. It wouldn't be hard. I just had to play my cards right, and find out everything I possibly could. I needed to gather some "research materials" as well. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Aunt Alice could help me with the things I needed now, and probably the things I would need for my transformation when the time was right.

I was going to become Jacobs imprint. I just had to. I would make myself over into Jacob's perfect mate. I would become his world, his reason for living. There was no way he could resist imprinting on me. I could not, would not, lose My Jacob. I thought to myself as I rushed out of my bathroom and launched myself into my bed giggling. I stretched out in my bed hugging one of the many pillows, smiling contentedly, and fell asleep thinking of my plan.

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I woke up the next morning to the sounds of my cell phone ringing on the bedside table. I groaned and flung an arm groggily searching for the offensive object. Finally my groping paid off and I found the horrible noise maker. I glanced at the display to see that it was Aunt Alice calling. "Aliiiiiiiiiiice, what could you possibly want so early in the morning?" I groaned. "Nessie, it's 10:30 in the morning, you should be awake and gracing us with your perky presence." "Oh, and that's Auntie Alice to you young lady!" Her voice rang like bells through the last bit of fog that surrounded my brain. I figured I had better supply her with some sort of response, before I had to suffer the wrath that is Alice. Daddy has always wondered how someone so small and pixie-like could possibly be so incredibly annoying, I was beginning to understand the comment more thoroughly as I got older. "I'm sorry Auntie Alice, you are the most amazing aunt ever, and I love you beyond imagination." I laid it on thick knowing I was going to need her help soon. Better to butter her up now before she knew what was coming. She laughed her tinkling bell laugh. "Nessie, I have a stack of magazines here waiting for you, and the latest fashion editorials as well. Now I don't know why you suddenly have an interest in these things, but I saw that you'd want them." "Care to explain missy?"

I blurted the first thing that came to mind. "I'm doing a project on the effects that the media has on body image in young girls Aunt Alice." "I just needed some research materials." I crossed my fingers quickly hoping she'd take the explanation as the truth. She was quiet for a few moments. "Ok, Nessie. Everyone is occupied today; Edward and Bella asked me to tell you they'd be gone most of the day visiting your Grandpa Charlie. Jacob is here waiting for you." I stiffened. With the excitement of last night's revelation, I had completely forgotten today was his day off and he'd be here bright and early. "Oh no, has he been there long?" I asked worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. Daddy said it always reminded him of Momma. "Don't worry Nessie, he came straight from patrol and is currently disturbing the silence with his chainsaw snoring on the couch." "Take your time, but don't be too long. It's rude darling." "Yes Ma'm." I said scrambling out of bed, heading for my bathroom. "Why don't you have Jacob help you with your project darling?" Her tone of voice sounded suspiciously knowing to me. I stopped in my tracks and made excuses to get off the phone quickly. "Ok Aunt Alice, I will. I'm going to get a shower now. I'll see you later. Love you, Bye." I flipped my phone shut and finished my rush to the bathroom.

I hurried through my shower and the brushing of my teeth knowing Jacob was at my family's home waiting for me. Yes, he may as well have completely unconscious with how deeply he sleeps, but I was anxious to get to the house to begin my research. I ran into my room in a towel and flung open drawers until I found what I was searching for. Jacob had mentioned going to La' Push with some of the guys in the pack later, so I was going to wear the new suit Aunt Alice had insisted I get during the unmentionables expedition. I quickly put it on and ran to make sure everything looked right in the mirror. I glanced in the mirror, ready to just quickly run back, but sharply stopped at the site in the mirror. The suit was dark emerald green bikini. I remembered being amazingly embarrassed when Alice had insisted I try it on. I wasn't used to showing so much skin. Like Momma, I was perfectly content to live in blue jeans and t-shirts.

I had obviously grown more since buying it. I certainly had more cleavage showing than I had previously. It was a halter style triangle top. I stared some more and decided the amount of cleavage wasn't totally inappropriate. I rather liked it. It was what Alice would call classily sexy. Revealing just the right amount of goodies, without being slutty… that was definitely how Aunt Rose would put it. Daddy hated when she talked like that in front of me, but I totally loved it. I loved Aunt Rose's in your face personality. I turned around to inspect the back of the suit. Now this… this was why I had objected to the suit in the first place. Obviously I hadn't just blossomed in front, but also in back. The curves of my bottom where not covered by the tiny scrap of material. There was wayyyyy too much of the ghetto booty showing. I tied the strings on either side of the bottom tighter hoping that would make somewhat of a difference. I sighed. No such luck.

Oh well. I didn't have another suit or the time to go searching through Momma's drawers for one more suitable. I quickly ransacked my drawers and threw a pair of shorts, a tank top, the cute new thong sandals Alice had gotten me last week and a towel into my tote. I rushed out of the house and down the trail leading to the house.

I jumped across the stream behind the house and ran inside.

I could hear Jacob snoring before I had even opened the door. It did indeed sound like chainsaws. I would talk to Carlisle again about those snoring medications he had mentioned, and try to work some magic to get Jacob to actually accept them this time. Snoring like that just couldn't be healthy. I walked into the living room planning on the usual flying dive attack I did at moments like these to wake up Jacob, but was stopped by the sudden rush of emotions when I saw him.

He was mine. My Jacob. He was sprawled out hanging half off the couch. The dainty 3 cushioned crème colored antique couch just was no match for his large frame. He was easily 6'7" if not taller and well muscled also. He was wearing his usual after patrol outfit that consisted of bare feet, sweat pants, and nothing else but skin. I ran my eyes over the length of him, taking everything in. I had never really noticed before, but he was amazing. His skin was golden tan and flowed smoothly over his clearly defined muscles. I took a shaky breath and stepped closer so I could see his face. It was slightly turned into the back of the couch. He truly was beautiful, well if you could consider a man beautiful. I guess you would call it handsome, but I just thought he was beautiful. Clear golden skin, strong jaw, generous lips, slightly broad nose, dark full brows and lashes. Yes. Definitely beautiful. His jet black hair was shaggy and I could see he had a leaf in it. I laughed quietly. I had asked him to grow his hair out a few months ago after hearing Momma describe the long locks he used to have. It was currently at the length where it barely touched his shoulders. It looked great on him. So much better than the haphazard cuts he usually gave himself with Billy's rusty kitchen shears. He moved in his sleep and let out a loud snore startling me.

I quickly ran a hand over my body to make sure the suit was still in place after my run. It was. I realized then that I hadn't done anything more with my hair besides towel drying it after my shower. I ran my fingers through it quickly, hoping it wasn't too awful. It was still slightly damp. I huffed at a piece that had fallen into my face. Jacob had seen my hair every way possible by now I'm sure. What did it really matter what it looked like? It was just hair. I walked up to the couch and gently sat on the tiny bit of cushion still available to his side. I eased myself down gently so that I was lying beside him with my head in the crook of his shoulder.

This was my spot. He had held me here when I was infant sized, and I still continued to lie here occasionally, though less and less as I got older and matured. It irritated Daddy; he would get that horrible pinched look on his face and start massaging his temples. I was glad Daddy wasn't home. I snuggled in closer pressing my body into Jacob's side. I sighed and relaxed. This was heaven. The heat that came off his body was a welcome change to the cold iciness of the rest of my family. His body was hard like the rest of my families, but just the right kind of hard. It was like stone wrapped in a thin layer of down and velvet. I turned my nose into his skin and inhaled deeply. His scent. This was purely Jacob. The rest of my family, and all the vampires in my extended family thought he smelled like wet dog. I don't know how they could compare the warm masculine woodsy scent of him to a wet dog. I would love to have a wet dog that smelled like him anytime. I laughed lightly to myself imagining it.

Jacob turned into me like he always did. Throwing his arm around my side and pulling me closer into his warmth. He was so protective. I loved lying like this with him. I reached my hand up and gently tugged at his hair, when that didn't wake him I cupped his cheek into my palm and ran my thumb along his cheekbone. "Jacob" I whispered quietly. I could see him coming awake slowly. He began rubbing his large warm hand up and down my bare back. I stiffened a little. His touch was affecting me in ways I had never felt before. It wasn't bad, this tingling sensation his hand caused against my skin, just new and a little alarming. "Jacob." I whispered again. He inhaled deeply and smiled in his sleep. He always told me I smelled wonderful. Sunshine and sweet peaches. I smiled thinking of it and looked up into his face again. As if he felt my gaze he slowly opened his eyes. They were so dark they were almost black, as if you couldn't differentiate between the irises and the pupils, but when you looked closely you could see the warm brown speckles throughout them.

"Good morning Nessie." He said huskily turning his nose into my palm and inhaling my scent again. My heart rate hitched a little higher than its already high rhythm. What was wrong with me? This was getting aggravating. Jacob slowly ran his hand up and down my spine again. I felt his entire body tense and looked up questioningly at him. "What's wrong Jacob?" He quickly ran his hand up and down my spine once again before throwing his hand up in the air and pushing his body away from me, back into the cushions. I jumped up quickly off the couch looking this way and that at my body wondering what was wrong. Did I have something on me? Jacob quickly sat up and scooted to the cushion farthest away from me. His eyes where large and round as he stared at me. "Nessie" he whispered. "What are you wearing?" I looked down again to make sure everything was still neatly tied and in place. He kept looking at me in small glances and then at the walls. Much like Momma had done yesterday during our talk.

"Jacob, this is my bathing suit… Remember? The guys, the beach, swimming, sandcastles?" He ran a hand shakily through his hair. "Yes, Nessie I remember. But where is your other suit, you know, the one with polka dots you wore last time." We hadn't been to the beach in months. There was no way that suit was going to fit me now. "Jacooooob" I whined. "That suit is old, it doesn't fit." "Growth spurt." "Remember?" I asked exasperated. Geez, what a strange reaction. He was still doing the weird side glance thing. I got worried. "Does it look bad?" I asked him. "No, that's not it." He croaked out. I looked down at myself and asked "Are you sure?" He wasn't looking at me. "Jacob" I half yelled, "Look at me, does it look bad?" He turned his head to me and looked while I did a small turn so he could get the full view of the suit. His face was red and he was shaking slightly and looking away again when I'd made my way back to facing him.

"Jacob!" I yelled for real this time. "You weren't even looking!" He jumped when I yelled. "Yes, Nessie, it looks fine, I promise." He said, still looking every which way, but not directly at me. He sighed deeply. "Did you bring more clothes?" "I need to stop for gas and I don't think your Daddy or your Grandpa would want you walking around town in just a swim suit." What was his problem? I wondered. I glanced down at myself once again. I'd seen girls in town and in La'Push with much less on. Maybe he just didn't like the way I looked in the suit. I rushed back into the other room to grab the shorts out of my bag. I put them on and walked back into the family room. I held my arms wide and swiveled yet again. "Does this meet your approval Sir?" I said with attitude. Jacob was still sitting on the couch staring at the wall. His shaking had ceased, but he was still flushed. He looked over at me starting at my toes, slowly bringing his eyes further up my body. He turned away. "A shirt Nessie? Where is your shirt?"

He really didn't like the way I looked in the suit if he was telling me to put my top on. I hung my head defeated and left again to put the tank top on. I spied the magazines on the table in the dining room. I sat in the chair and started perusing the material Alice had left for me. I had flipped through 2 magazines carelessly glancing at the pictures of super models and celebrities before Jacob walked in. He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I leaned forward out of his grasp. "Ness" he sighed. "You mad at me?" I made an unladylike snort in response. I didn't trust myself to answer him without crying. I had been doing admirably holding back the tears, I wasn't about to give Jacob another reason to not imprint on me. He pulled the chair next to me out and scooted it closer before sitting down.

He leaned his head forward and cocked it to the side so he could see my face better. I was hunched over the magazine pretending great interest in whatever happened to be on this particular page. "Ness. What's wrong sunshine?" I ignored him. He leaned in closer, close enough that I could feel his hot breath coming in small puffs against my cheek. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen" he whispered. I squinted my eyes glaring at the magazine. He knew I hated it when my full name was used. It made me feel as if I was a small child being scolded for some wrongdoing. He chuckled. His laugh was a deep bass that you could feel vibrating through your bones pleasantly, it was infectious. Not this time. Not for me, I was too upset with the lack of progress happening with my imprinting mission. I sensed it before I felt it… He snaked his hands out and quickly began tickling my sides. I tried to dodge away from his touch, but he was too quick. I breathed deeply in and out trying to fight the urge to laugh uncontrollably. I was extremely ticklish and Jacob new my every weak spot. I couldn't let him win.

I jumped up quickly causing the chair I had been sitting in to topple over backwards. Good, I thought before I ran to put the kitchen island between my horribly ticklish body and Jacobs knowing fingers. The chair would hinder his progress. Or so I thought. Jacob slammed up and out of his chair, jumped over the fallen chair, and was standing with his hands flat on the island opposite me. He leaned down slightly into a playfully menacing crouch. "I can jump this counter and you know it Nessie" he growled. "Come and get me then Mutt" I snapped back at him. He growled a deep bass growl and I saw the muscles bunching in his shoulders as he readied himself for the leap over the island. We had done this many a time to Grandma Esme's pure terror. She was terribly fond of all the sophisticated kitchen appliances. I knew he could, and would, jump right over the counter and tackle me to the floor.

I squealed and ran back into the living room. I heard his feet make a loud thunking noise as they hit floor. He had stayed true to his word and jumped. I sped up faster and barely made it behind the couch before he was in the room with me. We were on opposite sides yet again. We fainted left and right a few times trying to trick one another into thinking we were going to make a run for it. I was laughing hysterically at this point and he had a huge grin on his face. He stood still and growled yet again. "I'm gonna get you Nessie." I leaned forward into a crouch and imitated his growl. I had gotten pretty good at it over the years. "Oh yea? I bet you won't" I said before launching myself at him.

He caught me around the waist as we went toppling over the coffee table onto the floor. We landed with him under me. Not wanting to lose the chance, I began tickling him. "Who wins now?" I laughed out tauntingly. "Huh? Say uncle. Come on, say it." I had finally found his ticklish spot a couple of months ago. It was on his left side directly above the indent of his waist. He was at my mercy now. Trying, and not succeeding, to get away, he shouted the words I so wanted to hear. "Uncle! Uncle!" I sat up straddling his stomach with my legs on either side of his waist and raised my hands into the air in victory. I continued to rub it in just a little making roaring crowd noises and clapping my hands.

I shouldn't have. Jacob had me pinned underneath him, reversing our roles, before I even knew what he had planned. His hands quickly found their marks and where tickling me ruthlessly. My sides, the back of my knees, and my stomach all had their fair share of tickling. I was laughing so hard I could feel the tears running down the sides of my face from the corners of my eyes. "Jacob!" I gasped. He laughed his evil scientist laugh. "What are the magic words sunshine?" "Noooooooo" I moaned. "Say it Renesmee, tell me. Tell me I'm the master." Still keeping his hands busy torturing me. I couldn't take it anymore. "You are the master Jacob! The king!" I shrieked out loudly. He flopped off of me onto the floor beside me.

We lay sprawled on the floor catching our breath for a short while. He turned toward me propping himself up with one arm. "Still mad at me Nessie?" he asked quietly. I sighed. How could I ever stay mad at him when he knew me so well? It was useless to even try. "No" I answered staring up at the ceiling. "You gonna tell me what I did?" I lay still thinking it over. I decided it would give away too much of my imprinting plan if I told him the reason. "Nope" I said lightly. "You can help me with a project today though to make it up to me." I smiled at the look of relief that came across his face. He sat up saluting me "Yes M'am." I grinned back at him thinking of how my first phase of project imprint was beginning.

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