Author's Note : A few things you need to know about this story - Nessie doesn't know about Jake's imprint, Bella is OOC throughout the story because I needed an antagonist, Edward might seem OOC, and Nessie has been alive 10 years, looks around fifteen which is what she tells people, but on the inside she is intelligent way beyond her years though still very much a teen girl. Thanks for reading, hope you like my first Reneslec story!

"Renesmee, please stop that. Drawing attention to yourself in Volterra is not the smartest decision." Dad says with a roll of his golden eyes as him and the rest of my large family continue on. I leap off the edge of the large fountain, catching up to them easily with my long fifteen-year-old legs.

"Oh, lighten up. Like Aro could really ever become angry with me." I tell Dad without actually saying anything, just touching his cheek, smiling sweetly to prove my point. Aro has only met me several times, but his fondness and affection for me was clearly displayed when we were together.

"Look who it is, Felix." a low voice says out of the shadows of a nearby alley-way before Dad can respond. I stand up on my tippy-toes, peering over the heads of my family to see two vaguely familiar vampires lurking in the darkness wearing black cloaks that nearly conceal their faces.

"Cullens, nice to see you all again. Do you remember our last run-in at this very spot, Isabella?" The larger of the two snakes his way out of the alley, coming very close to my mother who shyly flips a curtain of mahogany hair over her shoulder to cover her face. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. How did I become so out-going and confident when both my parents are socially awkward? Maybe growing up around Alice, Rose, Emmett, and Jake has something to do with my reckless behavior. I have heard Mom was somewhat of a dare-devil back in her human days, but I find that impossible to believe. My quiet, conservative mother could never ride motorcycles behind her dad's back, or jump off a cliff into a frigid current. There is no way.

"I'm afraid I do, Felix." Mom murmurs meekly. I sigh dramatically in my head, deciding to do something about this utterly awkward situation.

"I'm Renesmee Cullen, it is wonderful to meet you." I sing happily, pushing my way through my family to greet the two strangers with my hand extended forward. The larger one, Felix as Mom called him, is closer, and he immediately puts his hand in mine while scanning me from head to toe.

"Little Renesmee has grown up." he chuckles, and I have a feeling we have definitely seen each other before. Well, no duh. He part of the Volturi! It is likely he was there when they nearly killed me when I was only a few months old! I keep a bright smile plastered on my face.

"Nice to meet you." I say to the other smaller one, who flips his cloak hood down to reveal long, chocolate-brown waves to his chin and burgundy eyes.

"Demetri Volturi, and the pleasure is all mine." he smiles, kissing my hand. As soon as he releases me, I retreat a few steps backward behind my father, feeling somehow safer. Maybe I should have listened to my family when they tried to explain how the Volturi can make you feel awkward, small, weak, and insignificant. When I was younger it never really occurred to me, but now that I'm no longer so naive, I can feel what they mean. Dad flashes his dazzling smile (which I, thankfully, inherited) back at me, I told you so written all over his knowing face. I huff, crossing my arms. I guess he was right though. Maybe drawing attention to myself is something to avoid here. I've never been to Volterra, my encounters with the Volturi have always occurred at my own home.

"Aro is rather excited to see you." Felix says as both him and Demetri turn on their heels in sync, walking quickly into the alleyway.

"The feeling is mutual." Carlisle says politely as we all take turns jumping into a manhole. We walk the rest of the way in awkward silence, passing through dark corridors and one bright receptionist room. There was a human girl in there who greeted us brightly. Finally, Felix threw open two massive iron doors and we walked into the throne room. It is huge, made out of mostly marble, with three thrones sitting in the middle where Aro, Marcus, and Caius are seated.

"The Cullens have arrived!" Aro says in delight, ghosting towards us. He first greets Carlisle, hugging him as usual. I try not to laugh at how awkward Carlisle must feel. I lean over to Jasper, lightly touching is palm. He jumps a little as I spread words through his head, "How awkward does Grandpa feel right now?", with a background of the far-too-intimate hug.

Jasper chuckles softly, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "I cannot even describe it." I laugh much louder than I anticipated. All the crimson and golden eyes in the room flash over to me. I freeze, as does Jasper. Making fun of the Volturi, especially on their turf? Not a good move.

I lean over to Dad, scrolling "Does Mom have us all covered?" through his head. He nods, and I breathe an internal sigh of relief. Dad can't read my mind, as usual, and neither can Aro.

"Oh, little Renesmee, you are growing up much too quickly." Aro says sadly. His cloudy red eyes bore into mine as he places a hand on my cheek, probably testing if Mom has me covered like she has had the rest of my family.

"I'm on one of my growth spurts right now. This might be the last." I tell him with an ecstatic smile, using all my strength to have a cheery voice though he honestly creeps me out.

"Is that so? You provide us with so much information about the hybrid race." Aro smiles, patting my head as if I am still a child. I begin the eye roll Dad passed down to me, and then stop. Mom had specifically told me not to ever roll my eyes at Aro. It is disrespectful, or something along those lines.

"I am so glad I can be of service." My attempt to keep the sarcasm out of my voice was half-hearted, but I'm pretty sure he didn't notice anything because all he did was laugh and drift back to his colorful, dazzling, elaborate throne.

"Help the Cullens to their rooms." Aro said, seeming to look at no one in particular, but five black cloaked figures came strolling forward, obviously having been given further information earlier. The black hoods fall back, trying to be more open and friendly I'm assuming, as Felix takes Carlisle and Esme's bags, Demetri gets Alice and Jasper's, a tall girl with dark wavy hair who I vaguely remember as Hellen or Heidi or something like that grabs Dad and Mom's stuff, a guy with long black hair in a ponytail whose name I can't recall takes Emmett and Rose's bags. And the person who takes my belongings is someone I could never forget. Someone who would have killed me long ago if they had the chance... Jane. Her lips curl over her teeth in a wicked smile as she grabs my things easily. I gulp. I really don't want to go anywhere alone with this girl. But I have no other choice as she gracefully glides out of the room. I follow suit.

My memories of Jane are few, yet they are all tinged with terror. She has an aura of black menace surrounding her that puts in me in a panic as soon as she gets within ten feet. She has a brother also, his name is Alec, but his face I have forgotten seeing as the only time I have seen him was when I was only a baby, but Jane accompanied Aro on every one of his visits. I asked Dad about her brother, and he told me about Alec has a more deadly power, but also that he is the less sadistic of the two, yet I should never put any more trust in either of them than I would put in a werewolf. Well, first he said shapeshifter, but Jake had growled, and Dad had laughed and changed his wording. He went on to tell me that Alec was quieter, more calculating. He compared Jane to a hyena, always cackling about something and much too eager to get to the kill, and Alec to a tiger, quiet and hardly noticeable when he doesn't want to be seen, yet one hundred percent lethal and deadly when it's time for the kill.

"What's wrong, Renesmee?" Jane turns her head towards me, smiling that sinister smile of hers. "You seem a little.. frightened." her large red eyes get even larger as her smile grows. My heart rate quickens, and she laughs. I keep my mouth closed, telling myself a smartass retort will just end with me writhing on the floor in pain.

Finally, after countless doorways and flights of stairs, Jane leads me up some stairs with a door at the end. She opens it, and we walk into a large, brilliant room.

The carpet is creamy white, the walls are the palest shade of pink. There is a very modern looking orange couch in the middle of the room with a glass coffee table in front of it that has a bouquet of white roses on it and a stack of magazines. Beyond that there is a queen sized bed that looks a lot like the couch in color with white sheets and an orange comforter and pillows that has windows with curtains drawn on either side of it. Next to it there is a table with a laptop on it and another vase of white roses. There is a large plasma screen hanging on the wall, an iPod station, and a bar that is stocked with animal blood by the smell of it. The door to the closet it open, showing a closet nearly as big as the one Alice has back home. The door adjacent to it is shut, but I'm assuming it's the bathroom.

My favorite part of the whole room though is the sitting area left of the couch. It is hardwood, with long curtains that can be closed to cut it off from the main room. There are chairs and a table in there with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Volturi's magnificent garden and it looks like one of the windows is also a door that can be opened so you can walk out on a decent sized balcony. The setting sun is shining its last traces of light through those huge windows, lighting Jane up in a beautiful sea of sparkles while I give off a faint glow. A very, very faint glow. Much fainter than normal. That's odd.. But even if it was at normal, Jane would still outshine me by a long shot.

Times like these show me how much I pale in comparison to vampires. They make me wish my growing was speeding up even more so I could finally be as fast, strong, graceful, alert, indestructible, and beautiful as the rest of my family.

"The place is beautiful. Thank you." I tell Jane, trying to be as polite as possible. She nods and casually slinks out. I hurry and unpack my things, hanging everything up in my closet. Designer jeans, tops, dresses, shoes, bags, scarfs, sunglasses, skirts, jewelry, and lingerie. You can thank Alice and Rose for that last one..

I decide to change, my clothes I wore for the ride over here feeling dingy. I slip on a pair of dark jeans and a baby-blue tank-top, not caring that my purple bra straps show though Mom always tells me it looks trampy. Seriously, everyone knows I'm wearing one, why does it matter if they see the straps of it? I brush out my long copper curls, loving the way they return to beautiful ringlets as soon as the brush gets through them. I love my hair as it is, so much that I don't care that it will never be straight.

I walk over to the sitting area, my bare feet squishing into the carpet and then sticking slightly to the hardwood. Then I open the door, and stand out on the balcony. A light breeze is fluttering by, and the sun has finally sunk below the horizon leaving the sky a velvety navy blue color. I carefully step up on the stone ledge of the balcony, balancing there.

Oh, Mom and Dad would kill me if they saw me. I am not unbreakable, though I am getting closer to it. My bones use to be able to break (I had proven that once or twice) but they can't anymore, I can no longer get sick, but of course, I can still die. Mom and Dad are so overprotective, because being a half-breed is a very dangerous thing right now. There are many vampires against half-breeds, think we are a danger to the immortal way of life. There are groups of vampires that are on a mission to wipe out our race. Mass murders have already taken place, and Mom and Dad keep me under their watchful eyes at all times to make sure I never fall victim to such cruelty and craziness.

But when you just got done putting expensive clothes that your immortal aunts got you onto your immortally perfect body that has killed before, and then brushing out your immortally beautiful hair while staring in the mirror at your immortal beautiful face that can see, hear, and smell more than your average Joe, you really aren't too concerned with the matter of death. I get put on such a confidence high sometimes that I feel like I could never die.

And so, with my pale pink lips twitching up into a smile, I let myself fall. I twirl through the air, doing a few flips, and land on my feet. I give a slight grunt as my ankles take the blow. But I shake it off, and find myself running through the garden. Running and running. I love to run.

I end up climbing the wall that lies around the perimeter of the garden, sitting up on the thick ledge with my knees tucked under my chin watching the reflection of the moon shimmer in a pond in the middle of the field that lies on the other side of the wall.

I begin thinking about things. Like why we are here. Well, I know it is because of me, Aro has to check up on me every few years, but always he has the courtesy to visit our home instead of making us come all the way to Italy. But this year we received nine plane tickets with a letter in the mail, and the next week we were off. And now we can't go home for half a year! This is way longer than any other visits. The others have been a day at the most! Why does Aro want us here in his own castle for such a long time? I have a feeling he is up to something, but I'm not quite sure what..

I sigh. Thinking about home makes me home-sick. We live in Montana, on a farm actually. We have dozens of horses that I ride in all my free time. Our house is huge, one of the biggest Carlisle owns. And I go to school there. I have been able to go to a normal human school for nearly three years now. Before it was all home-schooling, but my growth slowed, so I could blend in with the regular humans, and I hope Mom and Dad will continue allowing me to go even on this growth spurt. I already stick out anyways, with my fancy clothes and undeniable beauty, and of course everyone has seen my "older siblings". It is a small town, with an even smaller school. It is the end of April, April 22nd to be exact, so I am missing the last month of school, which really sucks. And since we are staying six months, I will be missing over two months of next year also.

I miss Jake too. He is my best friend, practically my brother. I know him inside and out, and he knows me the same way. He has always been overprotective, but so sweet and funny I love him anyways. He was my Mom's best friend as a human, and still is even now that she is a vampire and they are technically enemies by nature. Jake is a shapeshifter, which basically means he turns into a big wolf sometimes and is bound to other wolves that are a part of his pack. I think it is really freaking cool. I know all the Quileute legends by heart, and am practically part of the pack. The other pack members are like family, and their families are like family. Over half of them have imprints, which means they have found their one true soul mate. The person they are destined to be with. An imprint is the strongest kind of bonding, impossible to undo. It connects two people like a solid chain made of pure love and trust. When a wolf imprints, he is permanently altered. He will never meet anyone that can take the place of his imprint. I think it is one of the most romantic things I have ever heard of. Jake hasn't imprinted yet, but I know it is only a matter of time.

Again, I miss Jake with my entire being. But I always miss him. It is a constant throbbing in my chest. See, Jake has to live in La Push, which is a small Indian reservation in Washington. He is bound there by his duty to protect the people of La Push from the pale faces, AKA vampires. But my family can't live in Forks, the place I was born which is only about 15 minutes from La Push, forever seeing as the population would get suspicious. When we first moved away, we visited Jake for days at a time every month, keeping a low profile. But it soon became harder to stay with him for long periods of time without being seen. It was just as bad as if we had been living there. So our visits became shorter, and then less frequent. And when my aging slowed down, and I started attending regular school where absences are accounted for, I could only visit over breaks and the summer. And I had to go alone because last time my family went, someone in Forks had sworn they had saw Mom, who had supposedly died of a rare tropical disease years ago.

So I see Jake for a few days in the fall, two weeks in the winter, two weeks in the spring, and a month in the summer. The time is just never long enough though.. We never have enough time together.. And now I have had to be yanked out of school for this stupid visit, and all my time with Jake is being taken up by it. I'm glad I got to spend Spring Break with him, but now I won't spend Summer Break with him or Fall Break.

"Mind if I sit?" A musical voice says from my right, startling me. I'd been so absorbed in my own thoughts I hadn't heard anyone coming.

I turn towards the voice and come face to face with a boy. No older than me, and unbelievably gorgeous. His face is just the epitome of flawless beauty. I blink a few times in shock, and then my eyes zone in on him, soaking in every feature.

He is wearing dark denim jeans with a simple white V-neck that is nearly the same shade as his creamy skin and a black leather jacket. His arms are very muscular. He has very full pink lips, and scarlet eyes that are beautifully mysterious. His hair is darker than the night sky, and very long, falling silkily across his forehead. He is very familiar, but just like with many people here, I can't place a name with his face.

"Go ahead." I breathe, watching as he gracefully slides himself down next to me. We sit in silence for around thirty seconds as I force my eyes not to wander over to him. Finally I can't bear it any longer and have to break the quiet. "Who are you?" It sounds much ruder than I expected and I feel a little bad, but not really. He is hot, but so are plenty of other guys. For all I know he could be a total ass who deserves someone to be cold and put him in his place.

"Still figuring that out. But the name is Alec." he gives me a crooked grin.

"Alec, as in, the creepy Alec who could kill me in like two seconds that has the sister who really wants to?" I gape.

"That would be me." he chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

"Wow." It takes me a few moments to mull over that. He isn't as scary as I expected. Instead of a cloud of menace and intimidation surrounding him like Jane, he has more of a dark swirl of mystery that is drawing me in.

"I'd ask your name, but I already know. Not to be too creepy." he smirks. A blush rises to my cheeks.

"I didn't mean to say that. Honestly. I don't even know you. And I can be creepy myself." I stumble over my words, slapping my head internally. Why do I have to lose my cool here, now? In front of this ridiculously yummy boy my age?

"I don't doubt it." he is clearly holding back his laughter.

"I sound like an idiot right now, don't I?" I grimace, looking up at him.

"In a cute way." he shrugs and I smile. "But you are half-human, so idiocy is sort of expected." he teases.

"Now that is just hurtful." I laugh. "I think I have the best of both worlds."

"I might agree, except for the fact that nearly half of the vampire world, which means hundreds of people much stronger, faster, older, and more experienced than you, are banding together to wipe out your race. That is somewhat of a downer." he gazes out at the pond, a frown now firmly in place on his lips.

"I have a vampire sister who can see the future, a vampire brother who is super strong, a vampire sister who would stop at nothing in my defense, a vampire brother who can feel and manipulate emotions, vampire grandparents who are wise beyond belief that always know when something isn't right, a vampire father who can read minds, a vampire mother who can protect me from other mind powers, and a whole wolf pack just a plane ride away. I think I'm covered." I grin, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Remember that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link." he gives me a look that clearly shows what he means.

"Hey! If we were ever in that kind of situation, I wouldn't even be there. Mom would have me locked away somewhere with no trace of me there. I'd be sitting out while my family fights for my life." I growl under my breath. It annoys me that no one thinks I am capable of anything.

"Exactly. And obviously you want to be there. And I can tell that in the moment, you would be running to join your family. And as soon as you got close, you would be ambushed and bye bye pretty little Renesmee." he smirks again. That was the first time he had said my name.. It rolled off his tongue so smoothly, he pronounced it perfectly. Most people have trouble saying it. But it was so natural to him.. And he called me pretty! Okay, keep your cool, Nes. Just don't mention it. He'll see how bad you want him.

"I may not be as strong or fast as you guys, but I do know how to fight!" I say defiantly.

"Do you?" He arches one brow, looking over at me. I crumble under his omniscient eyes.

"No.. But that is only because my family has prohibited me from it. They say I will never have a need, and I should never, ever think about trying to." I admit.

"Didn't think so. I could teach you how to fight. If you wanted." he shrugs.

"You could?"

"Of course. I've been on the guard for a very long time. We could meet once a day, once a week, whatever you want. Your family doesn't have to know." he promises.

"Really?" I breathe, wondering if he is just leading me on and is going to crush everything soon.

"Really." he smiles brightly.

"I'd love that! How about every other day? I don't want my family getting suspicious. Where at? What time?" I am practically bouncing up and down in excitement.

"What time would they least expect you to be out doing something?"

"They think I sleep the same amount as a human nowadays. But I don't, I just lay there thinking while keeping my breathing regulated. Mom always has my mind blocked. I might be able to slip away.. Maybe around three." I begin biting my nails nervously.

"Tomorrow meet me out at this stop exactly." he says.

"Why here?" I look around. There is nothing very special about it.

"This is the farthest point from the castle. Out of vampire hearing range." he explains.

"T-that sounds-s g-great." my teeth have begun to chatter. I hadn't even realized how cold I have gotten. I pull my arms tight around me and try to stop my shivering. Suddenly, warmth in the form of a sleek black leather jacket appears on my shoulders. I look over at Alec, who is sitting in the exact same position again, his hair tousled by the wind and shining in the moonlight. Only thing different is he is missing his jacket.

"Thank you." I smile at him, slipping my arms into the jacket.

"It's nothing. Like I need it." he shrugs.

"Still. Thank you. You've been much kinder than I expected. Much kinder than I expect from anyone here, actually. We just met and you're already organizing a way for me to be able to learn to protect myself! It means a lot to me." I tell him, my teenage hormones suddenly getting the better of me as I throw myself on him in a rush of gratitude. I hug him fiercely around his neck, glad he has sharp instincts and didn't fall backwards off the wall.

"It really isn't a big deal." he says, his arms wrapping around my waist mechanically. This is obviously an unfamiliar embrace to him. I pull back, still smiling.

"Goodnight, Alec. I'll see you tomorrow." I smile at him, then leap off the wall. I land on my feet, disappearing into the foliage. I scurry up to the tree just outside my window, then jump onto my balcony and into my room. I tuck Alec's jacket in the far corner of my closet where no one will ever find it. I take a shower so my parents won't smell Alec on me, and change into a pair of pajamas. Then I fall into a fantastic sleep, where I dream of a dark haired boy with a tough exterior but the most beautiful, gentle red eyes.