Twilight Midnight Sun - Book 2

Chapter 11

For the longest time everything was black, yet I was still somehow here. I couldn't see anything but I knew I was bound to the earth by some force greater then myself. I felt no pain, and sensed no danger so that must be a good sign right?

I don't know how long I was... unaware but soon enough, little by little I was gaining senses back. The first was my the feeling of warmth. I was warm. Next came my sense of touch. I was resting on something soft. Minutes after that I gained my smell. Was that food that I smelled. Almost immediately after I caught the scent of the food my stomach began growling. It felt like I hadn't eaten in days!

After that it seemed like everything was frozen. Only the senses that I had before I smelled the food stayed and seemed to grow obnoxiously stronger to the point my stomach was hurting from hunger. It was complete and utter torture and I wanted it to end, quick! Still for a long stretch of time I was only able to feel warmth, know that I was still laying on something comfortable and smell food which was growing more delicious by the second. The senses I craved to have back more then anything though was my hearing and sight. I needed to know where I was and who I was with.

Was Rhiannon, Gracie and Ethan still with me or had they left? Because I hadn't known them for long I was unfamiliar with their scent. For full vampires like my family they could easily catch and hold a scent and remember the being or 'thing' it belonged to all in the first whiff. For me, since I was a hybrid it took me about 10 encounters to do just that.

Then as if I had been merely sleeping my eyes opened and all sound came to me in the same second. I didn't even test the movement of my muscles but rose up in a sitting position, in what I now realized was my bed. I had been laid in my bed as if I had been asleep. Upon movement I was able to feel the stiffness in my limbs. The feeling was dull and achy, the combination slightly annoying.

After a few seconds of taking in my surroundings, tasting the air, and listening to the sounds around me I rose to my feet. For a few seconds I wobbled as my weight threw me off. It was as if I hadn't used my legs in a long time. For some reason I felt completely off. If anything I felt bigger, heavier.... taller.

Taking a deep breath I headed over to the bedroom door which hosted a full length mirror on the back and stared at a woman. The only thing wrong with what I was seeing was that I was the woman. I looked older, taller, maturer in my looks. My hair now hung in long waves past my waist. My legs were long and lean and I had hips like my mother.

As I allowed my gaze to look at my chest area I noticed that where I had once been flat I now had breasts. I wasn't too sure how I felt about that. Finally I allowed myself to soak in my face. I looked the same but somehow different. My face was more elongated and my lips were fuller. My nose was still the same dainty thing and my eyes were the same brown, the only difference was that here and there I could see green. Wasn't my fathers human eyes green?

As I took a deep breath I noticed a constricting feeling. The pajamas that I was wearing, that fit my twelve year old body no longer fit my adult body. In fact I could see where my growth had torn the pajama's as if I suddenly sprouted overnight. That got me to thinking, how long was I dead?

Walking over to the dresser I opened it in hopes to find an abandoned outfit that I could possibly wear. Luckily I did, with one sniff to the fabric I tasted my mothers scent, only it was different. This must've been her human scent. This meant these clothes belonged to my mother.

I ripped the remainder of my pj's off my body in one simple tug and tossed them aside. Then carefully I slipped into the khaki shorts before pulling on the bra, which was a bit snug and then fastening the white button down. The clothes fit perfect, with the exception of the bra which was a bit too small.

Now that I was dressed I could face Rhiannon and Ethan, or whoever was out there. In the next room I could hear a heart beat so I assumed it was Gracie. That meant that Rhiannon and Ethan must still be here.

Footsteps on the east side of the house let me know their location and I briskly covered the space between us. When I entered the room I found them sitting and staring as if caught in some misery of some sorts.

"What's wrong? Is my mom and dad okay?" I asked.

Their heads snapped up and turned immeadiately in my direction. I had never seen eyes wider then theirs were at this current moment in my life before.

"Oh my goodness, Renesmee!" Rhiannon shrieked before she rose to her feet and pulled me into her arms. "I thought you were dead."

I manuevered myself gently from her embrace and took a slight step back to gain a bit of distance. Then I crossed my arms.

"Truthfully I think I may have-" I paused and walked three steps to my left and took a seat before I sucked in a breath and eased it out. "I think I was dead. Only I don't understand how."Ethan rolled his eyes.

"You drowned. Simple as that." he said in what seemed like a bitter voice.

"I know that. But what I mean is that I don't understand how I am still alive when I was dead. More importantly, how long was I out?"

"It's only been three days if I counted right." Rhiannon said as she looked to Ethan for reassurance.

"Three days, seven hours and fifty-eight seconds to be exact." We both eyed him curiously. "I was bored. When I get bored I count okay."I nodded my head and turned my attention back to Rhiannon.

"How am I alive?" I asked simply.

I was desperate for answers. I needed to know how I was able to die yet still be alive as if nothing happened when it damn well did. Rhiannon shrugged her shoulders.

"Well it's obvious isn't it." Gracie said as she entered the room and took a seat beside her brother. I scrunched my forehead up in confusion. What was so obvious. "You can't kill the dead."

"Of course you can. You just have to tear the head off and burn it." Rhiannon replied matter-of-factly.

My eyes widened. My dead wasn't from being beheaded and burned to ashes. I simply drowned which isn't enough to kill the undead but it could kill a human. Did that mean I was fully immortal.

"But I can still hear her heart. If anything its stronger then ever." Ethan replied as if he heard my pondering thoughts. "Anyways we know you are alive Renesmee and have a somewhat explaination as to why. But what we don't have is a reason to why you are looking the way you are. You were a little girl when you died and now you are a- a-"

"Woman." I finished, blushing slightly. "I was actually thinking about that when I first saw myself in the mirror. Maybe my dead and rebirth forced me to my freeze point. Like being turned into a vampire, you just freeze at the point you were turned right?"

Every head in the room nodded as if this was the true proven answer. Though the curiosity could only be quenched from scientific evidence which could only be found tested by grandpa Carlisle. He was the smartest of the family and he was the only one with a Renowned Doctor background that stretched for centuries.

"So how is my family?" I asked, wondering whether the fight had began.

"Your father and mother called moments before the Volturi arrived. That was about five minutes ago." Ethan responded.

"How long will I have to stay here?"

"The Volturi is powerful and your family has allies that are equally powerful. This fight between both sides could last for days, weeks, months, even years. In reality dear, I couldn't tell you." Rhiannon explained.

Sighing I sank back deeper into the chair I sat in and closed my eyes to block out the room and its -forced upon me- inhabitants. I never agreed to any of this let alone I didn't even want this. If Rhiannon was right I could be stuck on this island for up to a year or more.

Since I was told about Isle Esme as a child I had always wanted to visit. Never in my wildest dreams would I think that upon arriving I wanted to leave just as fast. Then again when I imagined visiting the island I imagined going their with my mother and father. Just my mother and father and I and maybe Jacob and we would laugh and have fun and explore. But not like this. Not with two vampires I barely met and a human. Not with me basically being a hostage here. Not like this. Not like this.

I wanted more then anything to be able to go home to my family. To see my mother and father and hold them in my arms. To feel their comfort and hear their voices. I just wanted things to be like they used to be, even if it meant living with the fear the Volturi constantly cast upon the Vampire community.