My first Twilight fanfic. Renesmee/Alec, because I love this pairing. I don't own any characters or Twilight, blah, blah, blah. Enjoy.

She missed him. She missed him so fucking much.

She missed his gentle voice in her ear and his cold skin against hers. She missed his lips softly brushing against hers and the way he'd pull back, ending it before it even began. His red eyes boring into her and glinting playfully when they were caught. The dirty innuendos in public that made her blush.
She hated her family. They took her from him. They didn't seem to realize that when people run away, they don't want to be found. When people run away, they're trying to send a message: I'm not happy here. She went to the others, the ones she vaguely remembered from her childhood. The ones her parents talked about with such hatred, that they wouldn't even think their precious daughter would seek their sanctuary. Her grandpa, though, and uncle would talk about them when they thought she wasn't listening. They talked about them with respect. They talked about the time grandpa had spent with them. Surely, they would welcome her like they did him?
And blood. She missed blood. Not animal blood, that disgusting substitute her family chose. Human blood. She missed the feeling of sinking her sharp teeth into the human's neck and savouring the sensation of the warm blood flowing down her throat. The delicious flavour she couldn't get enough of. The fear in the human's eyes as she went in for the kill. How she would kiss him when she was finished and he would lick the blood from her mouth. He would wrap him arms around her and kiss her neck, almost piercing the skin, teasing her. She loved him, she loved her life with him.

She missed him. She missed him so fucking much.