Emmett kicked the rock fragment across the river. It sliced a young maple in half before thudding into the base of a big fir, which swayed and then fell into another tree.
Rematch. Tomorrow.
Its not going to wear off that fast, I told him. Maybe you ought to give it a month.
Emmett growled, flashing his teeth. Tomorrow.
Hey, whatever makes you happy, big brother.
As he turned to stalk away, Emmett punched the granite, shattering off an avalanche of shards and powder. It was kind of neat, in a childish way.
Fascinated by the undeniable proof that I was stronger than the strongest vampire Id ever known, I placed my hand, fingers spread wide, against the rock. Then I dug my fingers slowly into the stone, crushing rather than digging; the consistency reminded me of hard cheese. I ended up with a handful of gravel.
Cool, I mumbled.
With a grin stretching my face, I whirled in a sudden circle and karate-chopped the rock with the side of my hand. The stone shrieked and groaned andwith a big poof of dustsplit in two.
I started giggling.
I didnt pay much attention to the chuckles behind me while I punched and kicked the rest of the boulder into fragments. I was having too much fun, snickering away the whole time. It wasnt until I heard a new little giggle, a high-pitched peal of bells, that I turned away from my silly game.
Did she just laugh?
Everyone was staring at Renesmee with the same dumbstruck expression that must have been on my face.
Yes, Edward said.
Who wasnt laughing? Jake muttered, rolling his eyes.
Tell me you didnt let go a bit on your first run, dog, Edward teased, no antagonism in his voice at all.
Thats different, Jacob said, and I watched in surprise as he mock-punched Edwards shoulder. Bellas supposed to be a grown-up. Married and a mom and all that. Shouldnt there be more dignity?
Renesmee frowned, and touched Edwards face.
What does she want? I asked.
Less dignity, Edward said with a grin. She was having almost as much fun watching you enjoy yourself as I was.
Am I funny? I asked Renesmee, darting back and reaching for her at the same time that she reached for me. I took her out of Edwards arms and offered her the shard of rock in my hand. You want to try?
She smiled her glittering smile and took the stone in both hands. She squeezed, a little dent forming between her eyebrows as she concentrated.
There was a tiny grinding sound, and a bit of dust. She frowned, and held the chunk up to me.
Ill get it, I said, pinching the stone into sand.
She clapped and laughed; the delicious sound of it made us all join in.
The sun suddenly burst through the clouds, shooting long beams of ruby and gold across the ten of us, and I was immediately lost in the beauty of my skin in the light of the sunset. Dazed by it.
Renesmee stroked the smooth diamond-bright facets, then laid her arm next to mine. Her skin had just a faint luminosity, subtle and mysterious. Nothing that would keep her inside on a sunny day like my glowing sparkle. She touched my face, thinking of the difference and feeling disgruntled.
Youre the prettiest, I assured her.
Im not sure I can agree to that, Edward said, and when I turned to answer him, the sunlight on his face stunned me into silence.
Jacob had his hand in front of his face, pretending to shield his eyes from the glare. Freaky Bella, he commented.
What an amazing creature she is, Edward murmured, almost in agreement, as if Jacobs comment was meant as a compliment. He was both dazzling and dazzled.
It was a strange feelingnot surprising, I supposed, since everything felt strange nowthis being a natural at something. As a human, Id never been best at anything. I was okay at dealing with Rene, but probably lots of people could have done better; Phil seemed to be holding his own. I was a good student, but never the top of the class. Obviously, I could be counted out of anything athletic. Not artistic or musical, no particular talents to brag of. Nobody ever gave away a trophy for reading books. After eighteen years of mediocrity, I was pretty used to being average. I realized now that Id long ago given up any aspirations of shining at anything. I just did the best with what I had, never quite fitting into my world.
So this was really different. I was amazing nowto them and to myself. It was like I had been born to be a vampire. The idea made me want to laugh, but it also made me want to sing. I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined.
27. TRAVEL PLANS
I took mythology a lot more seriously since Id become a vampire.
Often, when I looked back over my first three months as an immortal, I imagined how the thread of my life might look in the Fates loomwho knew but that it actually existed? I was sure my thread must have changed color; I thought it had probably started out as a nice beige, something supportive and non-confrontational, something that would look good in the background. Now it felt like it must be bright crimson, or maybe glistening gold.
The tapestry of family and friends that wove together around me was a beautiful, glowing thing, full of their bright, complementary colors.
I was surprised by some of the threads I got to include in my life. The werewolves, with their deep, woodsy colors, were not something Id expected; Jacob, of course, and Seth, too. But my old friends Quil and Embry became part of the fabric as they joined Jacobs pack, and even Sam and Emily were cordial. The tensions between our families eased, mostly due to Renesmee. She was easy to love.
Sue and Leah Clearwater were interlaced into our life, tootwo more I had not anticipated.
Sue seemed to have taken it on herself to smooth Charlies transition into the world of make-believe. She came with him to the Cullens most days, though she never seemed truly comfortable here the way her son and most of Jakes pack did. She did not speak often; she just hovered protectively near Charlie. She was always the first person he looked to when Renesmee did something disturbingly advancedwhich was often. In answer, Sue would eye Seth meaningfully as if to say, Yeah, tell me about it.
Leah was even less comfortable than Sue and was the only part of our recently extended family who was openly hostile to the merger. However, she and Jacob had a new camaraderie that kept her close to us all. I asked him about it oncehesitantly; I didnt want to pry, but the relationship was so different from the way it used to be that it made me curious. He shrugged and told me it was a pack thing. She was his second-in-command now, his beta, as Id called it once long ago.
I figured as long as I was going to do this Alpha thing for real, Jacob explained, Id better nail down the formalities.
The new responsibility made Leah feel the need to check in with him often, and since he was always with Renesmee
Leah was not happy to be near us, but she was the exception. Happiness was the main component in my life now, the dominant pattern in the tapestry. So much so that my relationship with Jasper was now much closer than Id ever dreamed it would be.
At first I was really annoyed, though.
Yeesh! I complained to Edward one night after wed put Renesmee in her wrought-iron crib. If I havent killed Charlie or Sue yet, its probably not going to happen. I wish Jasper would stop hovering all the time!
No one doubts you, Bella, not in the slightest, he assured me. You know how Jasper ishe cant resist a good emotional climate. Youre so happy all the time, love, he gravitates toward you without thinking.
And then Edward hugged me tightly, because nothing pleased him more than my overwhelming ecstasy in this new life.
And I was euphoric the vast majority of the time. The days were not long enough for me to get my fill of adoring my daughter; the nights did not have enough hours to satisfy my need for Edward.
There was a flipside to the joy, though. If you turned the fabric of our lives over, I imagined the design on the backside would be woven in the bleak grays of doubt and fear.
Renesmee spoke her f
irst word when she was exactly one week old. The word was Momma, which would have made my day, except that I was so frightened by her progress I could barely force my frozen face to smile back at her. It didnt help that she continued from her first word to her first sentence in the same breath. Momma, where is Grandpa? shed asked in a clear, high soprano, only bothering to speak aloud because I was across the room from her. Shed already asked Rosalie, using her normal (or seriously abnormal, from another point of view) means of communication. Rosalie hadnt known the answer, so Renesmee had turned to me.
When she walked for the first time, fewer than three weeks later, it was similar. Shed simply stared at Alice for a long moment, watching intently as her aunt arranged bouquets in the vases scattered around the room, dancing back and forth across the floor with her arms full of flowers. Renesmee got to her feet, not in the least bit shaky, and crossed the floor almost as gracefully.
Jacob had burst into applause, because that was clearly the response Renesmee wanted. The way he was tied to her made his own reactions secondary; his first reflex was always to give Renesmee whatever she needed. But our eyes met, and I saw all the panic in mine echoed in his. I made my hands clap together, too, trying to hide my fear from her. Edward applauded quietly at my side, and we didnt need to speak our thoughts to know they were the same.
Edward and Carlisle threw themselves into research, looking for any answers, anything to expect. There was very little to be found, and none of it verifiable.
Alice and Rosalie usually began our day with a fashion show. Renesmee never wore the same clothes twice, partly because she outgrew her clothes almost immediately and partly because Alice and Rosalie were trying to create a baby album that appeared to span years rather than weeks. They took thousands of pictures, documenting every phase of her accelerated childhood.
At three months, Renesmee could have been a big one-year-old, or a small two-year-old. She wasnt shaped exactly like a toddler; she was leaner and more graceful, her proportions were more even, like an adults. Her bronze ringlets hung to her waist; I couldnt bear to cut them, even if Alice would have allowed it. Renesmee could speak with flawless grammar and articulation, but she rarely bothered, preferring to simply show people what she wanted. She could not only walk but run and dance. She could even read.
Id been reading Tennyson to her one night, because the flow and rhythm of his poetry seemed restful. (I had to search constantly for new material; Renesmee didnt like repetition in her bedtime stories as other children supposedly did, and she had no patience for picture books.) She reached up to touch my cheek, the image in her mind one of us, only with her holding the book. I gave it to her, smiling.
There is sweet music here, she read without hesitation, that softer falls than petals from blown roses on the grass, or night-dews on still waters between walls of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass
My hand was robotic as I took the book back.
If you read, how will you fall asleep? I asked in a voice that had barely escaped shaking.
By Carlisles calculations, the growth of her body was gradually slowing; her mind continued to race on ahead. Even if the rate of decrease held steady, shed still be an adult in no more than four years.
Four years. And an old woman by fifteen.
Just fifteen years of life.
But she was so healthy. Vital, bright, glowing, and happy. Her conspicuous well-being made it easy for me to be happy with her in the moment and leave the future for tomorrow.
Carlisle and Edward discussed our options for the future from every angle in low voices that I tried not to hear. They never had these discussions when Jacob was around, because there was one sure way to halt aging, and that wasnt something Jacob was likely to be excited about. I wasnt. Too dangerous! my instincts screamed at me. Jacob and Renesmee seemed alike in so many ways, both half-and-half beings, two things at the same time. And all the werewolf lore insisted that vampire venom was a death sentence rather than a course to immortality. . . .
Carlisle and Edward had exhausted the research they could do from a distance, and now we were preparing to follow old legends at their source. We were going back to Brazil, starting there. The Ticunas had legends about children like Renesmee. If other children like her had ever existed, perhaps some tale of the life span of half-mortal children still lingered. . . .
The only real question left was exactly when we would go.
I was the holdup. A small part of it was that I wanted to stay near Forks until after the holidays, for Charlies sake. But more than that, there was a different journey that I knew had to come firstthat was the clear priority. Also, it had to be a solo trip.
This was the only argument that Edward and I had gotten in since Id become a vampire. The main point of contention was the solo part. But the facts were what they were, and my plan was the only one that made rational sense. I had to go see the Volturi, and I had to do it absolutely alone.
Even freed from old nightmares, from any dreams at all, it was impossible to forget the Volturi. Nor did they leave us without reminders.
Until the day that Aros present showed up, I didnt know that Alice had sent a wedding announcement to the Volturi leaders; wed been far away on Esmes island when shed seen a vision of Volturi soldiersJane and Alec, the devastatingly powerful twins, among them. Caius was planning to send a hunting party to see if I was still human, against their edict (because I knew about the secret vampire world, I either must join it or be silenced permanently). So Alice had mailed the announcement, seeing that this would delay them as they deciphered the meaning behind it. But they would come eventually. That was certain.
The present itself was not overtly threatening. Extravagant, yes, almost frightening in that very extravagance. The threat was in the parting line of Aros congratulatory note, written in black ink on a square of heavy, plain white paper in Aros own hand:
I so look forward to seeing the new Mrs. Cullen in person.
The gift was presented in an ornately carved, ancient wooden box inlaid with gold and mother-of-pearl, ornamented with a rainbow of gemstones. Alice said the box itself was a priceless treasure, that it would have outshone just about any piece of jewelry besides the one inside it.
I always wondered where the crown jewels disappeared to after John of England pawned them in the thirteenth century, Carlisle said. I suppose it doesnt surprise me that the Volturi have their share.
The necklace was simplegold woven into a thick rope of a chain, almost scaled, like a smooth snake that would curl close around the throat. One jewel hung suspended from the rope: a white diamond the size of a golf ball.
The unsubtle reminder in Aros note interested me more than the jewel. The Volturi needed to see that I was immortal, that the Cullens had been obedient to the Volturis orders, and they needed to see this soon. They could not be allowed near Forks. There was only one way to keep our life here safe.
Youre not going alone, Edward had insisted through his teeth, his hands clenching into fists.
They wont hurt me, Id said as soothingly as I could manage, forcing my voice to sound sure. They have no reason to. Im a vampire. Case closed.
No. Absolutely no.
Edward, its the only way to protect her.
And he hadnt been able to argue with that. My logic was watertight.
Even in the short time Id known Aro, Id been able to see that he was a collectorand his most prized treasures were his living pieces. He coveted beauty, talent, and rarity in his immortal followers more than any jewel locked in his vaults. It was unfortunate enough that hed begun to covet Alices and Edwards abilities. I would give him no more reason to be jealous of Carlisles family. Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and uniqueshe was one of a kind. He could not be allowed to see her, not even through someones thoughts.
And I was the only one whose thoughts he could not hear. Of course I would go alone.
Alice did not see any trouble with my trip, but she was worried by the indistinct quality of her v
isions. She said they were sometimes similarly hazy when there were outside decisions that might conflict but that had not been solidly resolved. This uncertainty made Edward, already hesitant, extremely opposed to what I had to do. He wanted to come with me as far as my connection in London, but I wouldnt leave Renesmee without both her parents. Carlisle was coming instead. It made both Edward and me a little more relaxed, knowing that Carlisle would be only a few hours away from me.
Alice kept searching for the future, but the things she found were unrelated to what she was looking for. A new trend in the stock market; a possible visit of reconciliation from Irina, though her decision was not firm; a snowstorm that wouldnt hit for another six weeks; a call from Rene (I was practicing my rough voice, and getting better at it every dayto Renes knowledge, I was still sick, but mending).
We bought the tickets for Italy the day after Renesmee turned three months. I planned for it to be a very short trip, so I hadnt told Charlie about it. Jacob knew, and he took Edwards view on things. However, today the argument was about Brazil. Jacob was determined to come with us.