Hi, i'm Laura, and this is my first story for twilight. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Nope, definitely don't own twilight

There was once a legend long ago, that spoke of a sole person, of both vampire and human blood, that would roam the earth, searching for his soulmate, in the form of a bronze beauty with reddish-brown curls and chocolate-brown eyes and shell-pink lips. The only other one of his kind.
Legend has it he saved her and her family from a tragic fate when she was just an infant, but would return six years later to take her as his, in the belief that she was his destiny.

But there was a forgotten piece of the story - the fact that she'd already be claimed by a handsome werewolf.

Chapter 1

Renesmee Cullen woke up in her best friend Jacob Black's arms. It had been a habit ever since she was a mere toddler, climbing into his bed at night to seek warmth in the heat of her werewolf friend's body. She always slept more deeply snuggled against him. But she'd never felt uncomfortable about it until now.

She remembered the conversation she'd had with her mother just the day before:

"Renesmee, you really should stop doing that." Bella'd said, with a sigh.

"Doing what?" Renesmee had replied defensively.

Bella had looked her daughter in the eye. "Going into Jacob's bed at night."

"I don't go into his bed every night."

"I know, but-" She chose her words carefully. "We think you're getting a bit too old be sleeping on Jacob's bed with him."

"Who thinks that?"

"Me, your father, Rosalie, Jasper, Carlisle, Alice, everyone."

"Does Jacob think so?"

The question had stopped Bella in her tracks.

"I don't know. But he doesn't seem too happy about it, according to your father." She'd watched the hurt creep into her daughter's eyes. Renesmee'd quickly turned away.

"Fine - I'll not anymore."

But now, looking at Jacob's perfectly toned chest, Renesmee realized she'd unconsciously slipped into Jacob's bed - again.

Knowing she must not be discovered, Renesmee quickly got up. The movement made her accidentally brush against Jacob, and he stirred in his sleep. Renesmee froze as Jacob opened his eyes.

"Nessie?" He blinked. He involuntarily pulled her closer to him, then, realizing what he was doing, pushed her away. "What are you doing here?"

Renesmee rolled her eyes. "I thought you liked it when I sleep in your bed with you. At least, you used to. I'm still your little Nessie, aren't I?"

Jacob looked at her - really looked this time. It was a shock to discover his Nessie was no longer a little girl anymore. And she was only dressed in a tight tank top and boxer shorts.

He swallowed.

"No. You're not."

He'd always looked at her like a devoted big brother or eternal friend, but now . . . He turned away from her, trying to get those thoughts out of his head. "Nessie, go."

Renesmee watched Jacob, realizing that something had changed. The way he'd looked at her . . .

She found herself studying him - his ink-black locks, russet skin, broad chest . . .

Jacob turned back to her. She found herself staring into his warm liquid brown eyes.

Jacob found himself staring into her bottomless chocolate brown eyes. "Nessie!" he growled, struggling for control. "Go!"

Nessie's big doe eyes widened, making her look even more soft and innocent. It was all Jake could do to tear himself away. "But, Jake, I –"

He wouldn't – couldn't meet her eye. "Nessie, just go, please."

Her face fell, and Jacob felt a sharp pain deep within his gut. "Okay." she said quietly. She rose and left the room, tangled curls bouncing.

Jacob watched her go, then swore under his breath and fell back onto the pillows with a groan.

A moment later Rosalie thundered into his room in fast fury.

"What did you do to my niece?" She demanded fiercely.

Jake had to hand it to her – she could be pretty unsettling if she wanted to be. Nevertheless, he eyed her furious face composedly then calmly retorted,

"Hey, Blondie. Didn't know that was the new certified Blonde way of saying hello."

"Shut your snout or I'll muzzle you. Now what did you do to my niece? If you hurt her in anyway, I swear I'll pound your face in -"

Jacob put his palms up in mock surrender. "I didn't do anything to hurt her, I swear. I'd never do anything to hurt her. You know that." He looked off into the distance. "Hurting her would be like hurting my own soul." He said quietly.

"Well, what happened?" Rose snapped. "She looks a mess."

"Ness climbed into my bed again last night."

Rose's eyes narrowed as she hesitantly sat on the edge of his bed. She'd never been a fan of imprinting. "Did you . . .?"

"No! God! She's only six years old!"

"Yeah, but physically she's fifteen."

Jake groaned. "Don't remind me." Meeting Rosalie's scowl, he continued. "Besides, she doesn't even think of me that way."

"Yet." Rosalie huffed.

"To her, we're just best friends with a thick strong bond. That's all. And that's all we're going to be . . . until she feels differently."

"Hopefully, never." Rosalie shuddered. She rose. "Just remember to keep your filthy paws off her." And with that, she rose and glided gracefully out of the bedroom.

Jacob threw a pillow at her retreating back.

Later that day, an old friend called the Cullen house from South America . . .

"Hey, Zafrina."

"Hey, Bella! How's it going?"

"Everything's fine. How's the weather?"

"Fine, perfectly fine."

"And . . . how's a certain friend of ours?"

"He's good." Pause. "But he wants to see her again."

Longer pause.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea." Bella twiddled the kitchen phone's cord around her finger. "She's just discovering she has feelings for Jacob."

"So? He deserves to get to see her, and you know that."

"I know." She leaned against the kitchen counter. "I just don't think it's a good time, that's all. He can't just show up out of the blue. We're not even sure she still remembers him."

"Nonsense. Of course she still remembers him. He saved her life! And I think you owe him at least a little gratitude."

Bella sighed. "Fine. When's he coming?"

"Today. He's already heading for the airport. And he's enrolled at Renesmee's school. He'll start tomorrow."

"WHAT? You didn't even consult us!"

"Uh, sorry about that." She said sheepishly. "Um, got to go!"

She hung up.

Bella swore.

"She hung up on me." She said incredulously. "She hung up . . . on me!"

It was at that exact moment that Alice entered the kitchen. "What's up?" she asked casually.

"It's that friend of yours - Zafrina! She just called to inform me that he's coming and he's enrolled in Renesmee's school, and he's starting tomorrow!"

"Uh-oh."

"Exactly! What are we going to do? What are we going to tell Renesmee and Jacob and Edward and the rest? And how is Renesmee going to react?"

"Relax, Bella!" Alice said. "I'll go tell Renesmee."

And so that was how Alice found herself knocking on Renesmee's oak wooden door that cold winter evening, wondering desperately how to tell her niece that her rescuer from long ago was suddenly coming over to see her.

"Come in." A soft voice called from within.

Alice entered the large lavender bedroom to discover Renesmee sitting at her reading table reading a literature book.

"What's up, Ness?" she said companionably. She sat down on a plush window seat. "What's that you're reading?"

"Oh, it's just Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen." In actuality Renesmee had been trying to forget about that morning and the prickliness between her and Jacob. But Aunt Alice didn't have to know that. "It's for my English Literature class at school." She blushed slightly. "It's quite interesting, really."

"Well, put the book away, cuz I've got something even more interesting to tell you!" Alice replied impatiently.

Renesmee rolled her eyes. That was sooo Aunt Alice. "What is it?"

Alice smiled. "Do you remember Nahuel?"

Renesmee recalled an encounter with the Volturi years ago. "Of course! He was the person who saved me – us - from the Volturi."

"Yeah, but he was no ordinary person. He's half vampire, half human, like you."

"Really?" Renesmee sat up excitedly in her seat. Then her eyes narrowed. "How come nobody ever told me that about him?"

Her aunt shrugged dismissively. "He didn't keep in touch. "Her eyes brightened. "Until now!"

"What? Seriously?" Try as she might, Nessie couldn't hide the light in her eyes or keep the glee out of her voice. She was genuinely interested now.

"Uh-huh. And he's joined your school, too. He starts tomorrow."

"Just to see me?" Nessie said incredulously. "But – will he know it's me when he sees me?"

The corners of Alice's lips turned up mysteriously. "Trust me, I think he will."

Unfortunately, that just made Nessie more dumbfounded than ever. Still . . .

Nessie placed a hand on her aunt's arm and showed her a vision of Jacob. "What about Jake? Does he know about Nahuel?"

Her aunt looked shifty. "No, he doesn't, but don't tell him just yet, okay? He doesn't like Nahuel very much."

Her brows furrowed. "Why not? He saved my life."

"It's complicated." Alice got up and kissed her niece on the forehead. "Have a good night. Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry," Ness lied. "I won't."

After Alice left the room, Nessie shut the book with a sigh. Still mulling over the events of that morning, she went to bed wondering what was happening between her and Jacob, who'd always been her comrade-in-arms and faithful friend.

I like the idea of Jake and Nessie, so i'm going to build a multi-chapter fic on it.

Chapter 2 is coming soon!