A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

special for their anniversary. That something special was a three-month trip to Italy, where her
mother had always wanted to go. Renesmee was eighteen and capable of taking care of herself,
and had they planned on only being gone for a few weeks, she would have stayed at home. Under
the circumstances, her parents felt it was safer for her to stay with her aunt and uncle, Alice and
Jasper Whitlock, until they returned. If she was being honest with herself, Renesmee felt the same
way.
It wasn’t only because she wasn’t sure she was ready to spend three months alone. She had also
missed her aunt and uncle and was looking forward to being with them. She thought of all the things
they’d do. She and Alice would undoubtedly go shopping in Port Angeles a few times, and Jasper
would take her fishing. She wondered how hard she’d have to beg to get him to show her how he
cleaned his guns. When she was younger, she was shown only enough to know that she needed to
respect the weapons. She was never allowed to touch them, even after she turned sixteen years old.
She sat up and laughed to herself when she realized she had made a small pile of grass on either
side of her. She shook her head at herself and stood up. She swiped the grass and dirt off her
pants as she began to walk around. She’d been thinking too much again and forgot to appreciate
the scenery. She checked her cell phone for the time and smiled when she saw she had over an
hour and a half before she had to go back. She slipped the phone back into her pocket.
The evergreens all around her were tall and majestic. She held out her hand as she passed them,
slowly dragging her fingertips along the rough bark. She closed her eyes as she walked, allowing the
cool breeze to clear her mind as she listened to the sounds around her. Birds chirping and small
animals skittering around as they talked to each other. She had once wondered what would happen
if she wandered too far into the woods. She opened her eyes and dropped her hand to her side as
she recalled what had happened to her grandfather. That story proved what would happen.
Her grandfather was Charlie Swan, chief of police in the small town of Forks for many years. He was
a good husband to his wife, Renee, and an even better father to his two daughters. Renesmee was
six years old when it happened. She felt like she had never gotten the full story, but she was told
that her grandfather was on a search for an animal that had killed four people when he was killed
himself.
Renesmee wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head to push the thoughts away. She
often had to remind herself to think of the happy times she had with her grandfather. She had been
too young to remember much.
She realized as she sought out the sounds of the wildlife again that it had all but stopped. She
stopped walking and listened harder. She heard the wind in the trees, but no animals. Her brow
furrowed as she looked around. This was unusual.
~*~
The forest was beautifully quiet. The silence bothered some people, especially Embry, but Jacob
Black found that he enjoyed the lack of noise. It was rare to experience a moment with no
distractions from his inner thoughts. Even those were strangely calm as he walked along the familiar
path. Sniffing the air and sweeping the trees was second nature to him; he didn’t even have to focus
to know that nothing unwanted was around.
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