I loved her. I loved the woman, Bella, if thats her name, carrying me, in her womb. I was trying to stay still, but my movements, my toddler posture, it was to big for her stomach. I couldn't get enough air from all this heat. The blood went down again, and I heard this Bella, Momma, say, "Rose'll catch me if I trip over my feet."
Bounce. How many times was this going to happen?
Then, I heard the sound of something tipping over. I couldn't take it--the heat, my big body--for normal human babies, aren't wewe supposed to breathe? I know I can get out. There is a way, right? A nice way to crash through my new Momma's belly? Without harming her?
I slightly crawl away, trying to go from the heat. I held onto something squishy, and I took a deep breath. I heard the sound of screaming and then there was a type of earthquake. The sound of shouts, the sound of my Momma--my new Momma screaming. I tried to break out, winningly, out of her stomach. The heat kept coming. I didn't cry, but tension rose into me. Get me out of the heat!, I wanted to cry. But nothing can save me. I was dying. With Bella. My new Momma.
There was a thrum and a screech, and I found myself laying down in my Momma's stomach. I started to get scared as the heat kept crawling around me, and I kept trying to break out. Suddenly, there was a rip at my belly, and air lunging in to my nose. AIR! I think I'm living...
This...is this the man named Jacob that Momma keeps talking about? He smells a little woody and rusty, but it didn't matter. All I needed was outside air. There was a growl and a crash, and me flopping up and down. I was about to cry, the mushy stuff covering my face.
"Its too late! She's dying!" a beautiful voice shouts. I'm...I'm dying? Momma's dying? And me inside her? I try to save myself-I can't to anything else. I try crashing out, and the air kept bubbling in, then all the screaming abruptly stopped. I stared into the warm brown eyes that stood there. Her skin pale--a purple-ish color. She stared scarcely at me. I grinned as she looked confused at me, but holding me and rocking me at the same time. She's alive. I'm alive.
"Renesmee....so...beautiful..." she alisema faintly at me.
Then, cold hands took my belly and I looked back. Why was this man so cold? But his hair was exactly the same color of mine--bronze. "Take the baby," the man said, who appeared to be my father.
Then, the other man, Jacob, alisema threatening, "Throw it out the window."
I stared, my eyes watering. This boy-Jacob, why would he want to kill me? What did I do wrong? My Momma is alive...
Isn't she?
Then, a blonde girl, who had topaz eyes like my daddy, Edward--she picked me up. She grinned and held my cheek to her nose. I heard a rumble behind me. Then, I saw a bottle of--well, I AM thirsty. I gulped it up, trying to not be selfish. The woman was cooing, while I saw Jacob in a crouch...a hunters crouch. Tension rose. Get ready.
Suddenly, as his eyes met mine, he stopped, and his face looked like he was washed with hot water. He took steps toward me and looked at me. He was nice, he was a shapeshifter--a mbwa mwitu kind. And my moyo kept thrumming. He was not killing me.
He was imprinting.
I stared, my gaze focused on his eyes, the woman holding me whispered little blessings. But I couldn't hear a thing. Every single detail in the room was blurry--but the main focus was on Jacob. The boy who is falling in love...my moyo thrummed. Every detail was on his face. Only his. It thrummed at the same beat as mine...I was...
Imprinted.