A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

Her jaw fell open. “You want me to try to run that far?”
He shrugged. “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see if you could do it. If you don’t want to today, we can
do it another time.”
She narrowed her eyes skeptically. “Can you run that far?”
He chuckled and rubbed her back. “Daily. I’ve run further chasing a Bloodsucker.”
She sucked in a deep breath. “Can we leave experiments for another day? Canada’s . . . I mean, it’s
right there, but that’s miles away.”
He kissed her cheek. “Yes, we’ll do it another day. For hunting, though, we really should go as far as
we can. Why don’t you ride on my back and I’ll carry you?”
“I think I can do that.” She nodded. “Okay.”
“Good. Do you need anything, or are you ready to go now?”
Renesmee looked up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to push her nerves aside. “I think I’m ready
now.”
He took her hand and led her toward the door. As they passed the living room, she caught her
reflection in the black screen of the television. She stopped in her tracks and stared. Even in the
darkened image, she could tell she wasn’t the same as she had been.
“Ness?” Jacob asked.
She pulled her hand from his and walked quickly to the bathroom. She flipped on the light and
gasped as she looked in the mirror. The face staring back at her was unfamiliar. Logically, she knew
it was her, but she looked so different. Her skin was bright and smooth without a single blemish, her
hair was more vibrant and healthy than it ever had been before, and her eyes . . . She couldn’t look
at them directly. They weren’t real; they were horror-movie eyes. She looked down at the sink and
tried to take a deep breath.
She jumped and growled when something unexpectedly touched her back. Jacob held his hands up
in a gesture of surrender.
“It’s just me.”
Tears burned in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head and took a small step closer. “It’s not your fault, baby.”
“Why didn’t you tell me I look so hideous?”
“Hideous? No, Ness, you’re beautiful.”
She stood up straight and gestured to her eyes. “Look at me! This is not beautiful. This is
horrifying.”
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