A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

She walked to her dresser where it had been standing at first and looked around for anything out of
place. Sitting on top was her silver chain from the dog tags that had gone missing. She smiled and
almost picked it up when she noticed the tags were still missing. On the chain instead was the front
half of a silver locket with the letter H in fancy script. She put her hand down, afraid to touch it. She
was almost certain the creature had planted it there and had probably expected her to pick it up.
Instead of falling into whatever trap it might have set, she walked away and looked around the rest
of the room.
Her head started to spin with fatigue as she stood in the middle of the carpet. She knew she should
sleep, but she was so afraid to. Instead, she walked to the window. The trees outside had an eerie
glow from the moonlight, and she shivered again. Her thoughts went to Jacob. Was he out there,
fighting the Bloodsucker she’d seen? Did he even know it was nearby?
She sighed and made sure the window was locked before finally going back to the bed. She yawned
and scooped up the monkey before she laid down. “You need a name,” she said as she held the
monkey in front of her. Its huge eyes seemed to smile at her. She kissed its head. “Maybe
Bananas? No, too cliché.” She quirked her lips. “Jacob’s middle name is Ephraim; maybe that’s
what I’ll call you. It seems old-fashioned, but I think I like it.” She kissed it again. “Yes, I think I will.
Goodnight, Ephraim.” She hugged it tightly and pulled the covers up to her chin. She closed her
eyes and tried to ignore the silence in the room that caused her ears to ring.
~*~
Jacob returned to Renesmee’s house just before dawn. It took longer than he had hoped, but finally
they had come up with a plan that everyone could work around. He was more than happy to stand
watch on Renesmee’s end of the forest. He sniffed around the trees and laid down when nothing
seemed out of place. He listened as she got up to start her day. She seemed tense as she ate
breakfast. She didn’t make eye contact with either her aunt or her uncle as she told them she’d be
in her room for the day. He heard her door shut and the buttons on her phone beep. As tuned as his
ears were, he couldn’t make out any noises on the other end of the line.
“Hi, Billy. Is Jacob there?”
His ears perked up and his heart skipped a beat. He had clothes with him just for this purpose; he
really hoped she was ready to talk to him again.
She sniffled. “I just really need to speak with him. Could you ask him to come see me?”
He didn’t wait to hear more. He shifted to his human form and pulled on his pants before sprinting
around the house.
Renesmee ended her call and sighed. No matter how much she wanted to deny that Jacob’s fantasy
world existed, she just couldn’t anymore. It was real, and the night before was only more terrifying
proof of it. Her arm still tingled where the Bloodsucker had touched her, but she wasn’t sure if it was
in her mind. She didn’t know what to do next; how to keep them away from her. She hoped Jacob
got the message soon and came to see her. She closed her eyes and prayed she wasn’t too late;
what if he’d given up on her?
A knock on the door downstairs startled her. Her stomach fluttered with hope that it was Jacob. She
made it halfway down the steps before Jasper opened the door.
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