Sunlight - Book 3

When I had waken I immediately noticed that I was in an unfamiliar environment. I tensed up, the smell was all off. I sniffed the air once more and tasted a faint trail that I knew belonged to my mother and father. That meant they were here. I let out a relieved breath and relaxed indefinitely. Pushing myself up into a sitting position I looked around the room. It reminded me of my old nursery back at the cottage in the choice of colors -white and powder blue. It was beautiful and serene. I was sitting on a large bed that seemed to be hanging from the ceiling. Getting to my feet I took a couple steps and looked down. I was on the second story of my bedroom. To my left a spiral staircase led to the bottom floor which was set up like a living room but for more entertainment. In the center was a small platform and in the middle of that was a grand piano, powder blue in its color with beautiful ivory colored keys. The entire walls were upholstered in a powder blue color with white buttons. The only acception was the wall that was made up of floor to ceiling length windows that opened up onto the balcony that overlooked the grounds. It was beautiful. Ignoring the rest of the bedroom I walked straight to the window and looked outside. There was my mother sitting in a large meadow of blue, purple and white flowers. She looked happy and relaxed. Wait? Where was my father? A hand on my shoulder caused me to jump slightly. Hissing from shock I turned around ready to defend myself. Only it was just my father. "Oh. Sorry daddy you just scared me." I said embarrased. I could feel the blood pooling in my cheeks and I knew I was blushing. My father brushed his hand along my flushed cheeks and then pulled me into his arms. "It's okay." When he released me I noticed his attention was on the sight of my mother. "Care to come outside? There is so much to see." He didn't even have to try and sell me on the idea. I loved the outdoors. My father held out his hand and I took it. He pulled me to the beautiful glass doors that led out to my balcony and we jumped down. Only when we landed and I turned back to look at my room did I realize my bedroom had a beautiful wrap around balcony. "Come Renesmee." My father beckoned me before he went to join my mother in the beautiful meadow that overlooked the waters on the property. As I looked at the waters I froze as I remembered the incident on the island that had almost taken my life. The memory replayed in my mind. I could taste the salt in the warm waters, feel my chest tightening from the lack of air and my lungs growing exhausted. "Renesmee?" My fathers voice called me. It sounded like he was so far away. I blinked and turned towards the sound of his voice only to realize he wasn't as far as he had sounded but just mere yards from me. His expression was worrisome. "I'm fine." I lied before I began the short walk to the meadow where my mother sat. Once there I took a seat sitting cross legged beside my mother. She looked at me and smiled before pulling my head to rest on her shoulder. " Plus que ma propre vie." My mother said to me. Her french accent was a bit off but I knew exactly what she was referring to. I lifted my hand up to my neck and grasped the locket she had given me for Christmas. More then my own life. That was what the french words translated to. I meant more to my mother then her own life. She had proved that on several occasions when she was willing to give her life just so I could live mine. "I love you momma." I said as I moved into a laying position, resting my head in her lap. "I love you too Renesmee." My mother responded. My father had joined us by now and was sitting behind my mother with his arms around her. I smiled as they kissed and then closed my eyes. I wondered when I would fall in love and who I would fall in love with. Would that person love me as much as my mom and dad love each other? Would that person love me as much as my mom and dad love me? "Never in a trillion years." My father said answering my questions. I frowned. "Don't worry about that anyways." He then added. I opened my eyes and headed back up to the house. I was curious about where I was living and wondered what the rest of my room looked like. The house itself was as beautiful as my grandpa Carlisle's. Wait, no, it was more elegant. Was that even possible? I grinned. The proof of possibilities sat before me in the form of a cottage mansion. The home was easily twice as large as the home in Forks. The wood was a beautiful burnt orange that glistened in the sunlight. And the windows framed in white constrasted elegantly. I didn't have to be inside to know why my family loved the home, especially uncle Emmett. I could only imagine being able to be in the sun without having to hide who you were. The lake house was hidden from outsiders by a vast surrounding of trees that outlined the water and rose up high. The lining of the trees were so thick and luscious that they knitted together to form a canopy above the property. The canopy allowed in light but not enough to cause my family to sparkle. I imagined several decades ago, my family here with friends they made at school or college. Outside playing in the waters or sitting in the meadow with the beautifully cascaded light. Here they could be normal. Atleast a little more then they could be in Forks. Entering the house through a pair of double doors I gaped at the ornate entry. A statue of a lion stood in the foyer that was large and round. The lion was our family crest. The foyer branched to the right and the left. Straight before me was a grand staircase. The banisters were a lovely oak and the stairs were white marble. A navy blue carpet ran down the center from top to bottom. Nice touch. Since I assumed that the stairs led upstairs to the bedrooms I decided to start with the left side of the house. The long hall flooring was the same marble as the stairs and was carpeted the same. On the left wall every few feet were windows that let in light. On the left wall were photographs of me as a baby. I grinned as I recalled the memories of my aunt Alice and Rosalie dressing me up and taking pictures to make a photo album that looked years old. Alot of those pictures were blown up and framed for hanging. The biggest picture, hanging dead center in the hall was of my mother, my father and myself. I looked like I was just months old in my looks and I knew this was just days after I was born. At the end of the hall it branched again. The first set of doors opened up into a large dining area. Windows ran the length of the back wall letting in light. The room was atleast 10 yards in length and held a table that ran from one end to the other, minus 6 feet. Twenty or so chairs sat around the table itself. I thought this was obnoxious. The other three walls were made of a dark wood and instead of normal lights there were chandaliers hanging from the ceiling. I got bored quickly and headed back out the doors. The next room was a larget chef styled kitchen. Everything was new yet it had a rustic look to it. It was amazing how they could design the interior to give you a new old look. I didn't cook so it didn't interest me much. Though what caught my curiosity was the door on the left. It led through to the dining room. Curiousity gone. The next room was a living room. Only it was different as the entire back wall of windows could be pushed aside to open it up. After I was done with my fill of the left side of the house I made my way back through the hall, past the kitchen, the dining room and back to the foyer before I started on the right. Just like the left side there were windows and pictures. Only in these pictures I looked atleast three to five years old. This side of the house was more of a hobby area. There was the library which was adorned with an endless selection of books, not only on the first floor but the second. This was so far my favorite room. The music room was my second favorite. Or maybe my first. At this moment I was so overwhelmed I couldn't exactly decide. Not only was there another grand piano but there was a flute, clarinet, oboe, saxaphone -tenor and alto-, bass electric and acoustic guitar. Near the back on a small platform was a set of drums. There were so many instruments. The majority of them I had never seen eye to eye until now, only ever in a book. The next room was an art room. Anything artistic was in this room. Beads, string, paints, charcol, carving tools, clay, pottery wheels. The list went on. Then there was the electronics room and the theater room. Both had notices on it that said they were to be used only on weekends and no more then an hour a day. So far I liked our new house. I was now ready for the second and third floor. The second floor was made up of guest rooms and nothing more. Each had their individual decor and had a selection of clothes for guests to borrow if they needed to. Upon further attention to each room and clothing selection did I realize each room pointed towards a perticular family member. The first room had a selection of mens and womens clothes that looked like it would be more Esme and Carlisle's taste. The book shelf had a selection of books, some centuries old and others newer. The majority of the new books were medical and anatomy. The older books were poetry and romance. Definitely Carlisle and Esme's. The second room had more of a flapper and colonial feel to it. Though it was all somehow fasion related. In the closet was a selection of clothes that were made for a petite female and a thin tall man. The third room was more new aged. It was more luxurious then the others. Sports and car magazines sat on the bookshelves. On the dresser were a selection of perfumes. The sheets were red and and black. I didn't have to look in the closet to know it was Rose and Emmett's room. The other two rooms had no significant link to any other family members. They were just decorated nicely. The first of the two had a forest feeling to it. The second was more modern living. The third floor held two doors. The first door was on the far right of the hallway. This was my mother and fathers room because it said Mr. and Mrs. Cullen in an elegant script on a plaque. I looked around curiously and then opened the door and peered in. The decor was just like mine in only the color but the blue was slightly darker. I was nervous so I didn't go in but just looked from the door. I could see a book shelf full of books a sitting area a large desk and then part of a door that looked like it would branch off into another room. Closing the door I walked to the other end of the hall and entered. This was my bedroom.