3. In the darkness of night

Disclaimer (I remembered… I must be getting more used to this…): All the characters are mine… *Evil laughter*… No just kidding… Steph owns most…

This chapter is going to be weird. Really weird. Now I've warned you… Oh, and if there, somewhere in my stories, is a forgotten list of Cassie's cats, please tell me where I left it, thanks!

James was starring dreamily on a tree. "Yeah, I see the possibilities…Another inhumanly beautiful, smart and talented Cullen in town… "

"You're just such a jerk, James Sanders." Adara pushed him so he fell of the swing.

"Ouch, Adara, and you're calling me a jerk?!"

I giggled. I just knew that Forks was going to be… The time of my life…

What I didn't know was the extreme changes the topic of the conversation was going to have on my life.

Another POV…:

The darkness surrounded our car and even though I didn't have trouble seeing, it felt like night. I've always liked the mystery of the night, the stars and the moon. I remember one time when I was little…

"Mom, look at the stars, aren't they beautiful?" I asked.

My beautiful mom, who even the stars couldn't compete with, answered me in her usual wise way: "Yes, but beauty is not all. Even stars can be powerful and dangerous, just like you sweetie."

"Is it true that stars are made of gas and flames momma? Then they would be dangerous, right?" I asked, curious as always.

"Yes, but don't you think they look nicer if you don't look at them that way? You must always remember not to judge people on your own prejudices."

"I will not, momma. " I vowed.

She smiled and carried me to bed.

I had been thinking and remembering stuff from Forks all night. I hadn't slept at all. I simply couldn't. He was snoring lightly beside me, my best friend. My mother was reading in the shotgun seat, and my dad was driving at his usual crazy speed. However, I wouldn't complain, I had at least one uncle and two aunts who carelessly drove even faster.

He moved, his head was resting against my shoulder, warm and lovely, instead of the usual cold. I would've blushed if he'd been awake… Maybe I wished that he'd been awake… Pictures from my early childhood Forks were filling my mind. All kinds of pictures…

He was running through the forest with me, pretending to try his hardest. I won and I was jubilant for weeks; everyone heard of my triumph. It worried my momma, though. She thought I'd grown to be less controlled, and stronger.

"We need to leave soon, Edward. She'll be more and more difficult to hide as she grows. She has to go to school." She whispered to my dad.

I opened my eyes… Not one of the pleasant memories.

"Grandpa?"

"Yes baby girl?" He answered, more focused on the game than on me. That annoyed me. A lot.

"Why are they always taking pictures of me?" I didn't ask for any reason, except to get his attention.

"I don't know baby girl, go ask your auntie Alice."

He had made me curious. So I went to ask Alice.

"Alice?"

Her fairy-like voice answered me. "What's up Ness?"

"Why are you and Rose always… Photographing me?" I asked, in my high pitched, most demanding voice.

"Because you grow so fast Ness, and since you're only going to be a child once, we thought it would be nice if we documented the experience."

Documented… I tasted the word. I liked that auntie Alice talked to me like I was an adult… But something wasn't right. "Alice, aren't the other children as fast as me?"

"No, they don't grow as fast as you. You're a special little one, Nessie." How I hated that answer! Every time I wanted to know anything, that was the answer I got. No explanations, no nothing.

And those were the only times I ever wanted to be normal.

It was funny how I suddenly remembered all those things, now, when we were heading back to Forks. The car was slowing down.

"We're here." My dad went out to unpack our car, while my mom unlocked the front door.

The green forest smelled exactly like I remembered it. Like green, brown, pines, werewolves and stars. Only people who have lived far from the big cities know the smell of the stars. It's deep and fresh, smells a little like smoke and water, and is better than any perfume.

My Jacob and I were rushing through the forest with Seth and Leah. Leah didn't seem happy. I knew that, 'cause when I tried to give her happy comforting thoughts, she shielded her mind. Only werewolves who are very psychically strong can do that. And only werewolves. We don't know why, but grandpa is trying to figure it out. Jake caught the scent of some…

"Nessie, help your father, please." My mother woke me up from my daydreaming.

I started carrying the trunks towards the house. Then it happened, a wolf howled, very, very close to Forks. I froze. Jake jumped out of the car, looking both confused and scared. "Seth," he mumbled, "stupid, stupid, kid". Then he ran, shaking and quivering, into the trees.

I want to explain this chapter to you, but first I will tell you that I'm not gonna do a lot of these 'Other POV's. This one is the exception to the rule. I didn't tell you who's POV it was, 'cause I wanted you to get a sense of my grown Renesmee, before you know that this is cute little no-personality Renesmee from BD. And I'm writing this, mostly because I couldn't sleep before I'd written it down, but also because Nessie is gonna play an important part in 'Moonlight'.

Well, hope you enjoyed this little 'off storyline' chapter, and I also hope you can feel the effort I've made to give Renesmee the interesting personality I think she deserves.