Twilight Fanfiction: It Just Is, Part One
BREAKING DAWN SPOILERS
Title: Instinct
Author: lucie_fanfix
Fandom: Twilight series
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Jacob/Bella, Jacob/Renesme, Alice, mentions of Emmet and Edward
Summary: Renesme tries to define her relationship with Jacob, when what she craves in the undefinable.
Author's Notes: Just a little plot bunny that hopped into my head and would go away. Originally posted (and got some great feedback) here at
sortofbeautiful.
Today's the day I realized
That I could be loved.
It echoed through the park last night,
He wasn't our son.
He belonged to everyone...
And this loss isn't good enough
For sorrow or inspiration.
It's such a loss for the good guys
Afraid of this life.
That it just is.
Cause everybody....dies.
-- Rilo Kiley, "It Just Is"
INSTINCT
RENESME KILLS. Then kills again, and again. For food, for sustenance, for satisfaction that human nourishment can hardly provide. An elk with Father here, a bear with Uncle Emmett there.
It doesn’t matter. It’s all the same to Renesme. She doesn’t think.
It’s all instinct.
SHE FINDS THE BRACELET IN A FAR-REACHING CONFINES OF HER MOTHER’S VAST CLOSET WHILE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO WEAR ON A DATE WITH JACOB.
Renesme doesn’t know what to think of it...but she likes it. The little wolf dangling off it isn’t her usual style, no, but he has character. She slips it on-it’s too big for her wrist.
She likes it a great deal.
But it doesn’t feel right.
RENESME BRINGS THE BRACELET TO HER MOTHER. Bella takes her daughter’s wrist carefully into her perfect, pale hands.
Renesme touches her mother’s stone temple. The little wolf looks up at her from the depths of the jewelry box. Bella looks dazed. “I completely forgot that I had this.” She runs a tentative finger down the smooth wood of the wolf’s chest.
Renesme taps Bella’s forehead now, insistent. Jacob, his skin as golden as the little wooden charm’s, grins down at her. At them both.
“Yes. He did give it to me. I suppose he did.” Bella smiles dreamily. Her memories of her human life are foggy. She only remembers the good moments, glimmering, shining down on her like the sun between the trees. This is one of those moments.
Renesme can see it all. The want in Jake’s eyes, the tenderness that flows from Bella to him when she embraces him. It unfolds like a doomed but lovely forbidden romance.
Renesme snatches her hand back as if she’s been burned as Bella smiles vaguely, like someone waking up from a pleasant dream.
THERE ARE SOME FAMILY STORIES RENESME IS PRIVY TO. The tale of her mother and her lover’s romance is not one of them. But there are others, told time and time again, until she knows them by heart.
“You were the one who organized Mother and Father’s closet before they moved in, right?” Renesme calls to Aunt Alice as she strides across the lawn. There’s no time to actually get to her aunt, to actually communicate by touch.
Renesme has to know. Now.
Alice examines a single white lily, inhaling its perfume and doggedly refusing to make eye contact with her niece. “Yes.” Her voice is carried on the wind back to Renesme, in perfect harmony with the babbling of a nearby stream.
Reneseme whispers her next question. “Did you know I would find the bracelet?”
No response.
Renesme lunges at her diminutive aunt, and Alice dances out of her reach just it time. But it doesn’t matter than Renesme can’t seem to get a hand on her skin, can’t manage to see her mind. The instant Alice’s gaze pierces hers, she has her answer.
I knew you would find it. I wanted you to.
RENESME HAS NEVER WANTED TO CRY.
Until now.
Her face is buriedin Jake’s hair, and he’s holding her so close. Usually this would be enough to distract her from...well, just about anything.
All she can think is, let me have some release. Let me have just one human weakness.
Of course, the tears don’t come.
Renesme pulls back, and looks deep into Jake’s eyes. She is searching for the desire, the tenderness, the love she found in her mother’s memory.
All she finds is doglike devotion, animalistic need.
It’s not love.
It’s all instinct.
Title: Instinct
Author: lucie_fanfix
Fandom: Twilight series
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Jacob/Bella, Jacob/Renesme, Alice, mentions of Emmet and Edward
Summary: Renesme tries to define her relationship with Jacob, when what she craves in the undefinable.
Author's Notes: Just a little plot bunny that hopped into my head and would go away. Originally posted (and got some great feedback) here at
sortofbeautiful.
Today's the day I realized
That I could be loved.
It echoed through the park last night,
He wasn't our son.
He belonged to everyone...
And this loss isn't good enough
For sorrow or inspiration.
It's such a loss for the good guys
Afraid of this life.
That it just is.
Cause everybody....dies.
-- Rilo Kiley, "It Just Is"
INSTINCT
RENESME KILLS. Then kills again, and again. For food, for sustenance, for satisfaction that human nourishment can hardly provide. An elk with Father here, a bear with Uncle Emmett there.
It doesn’t matter. It’s all the same to Renesme. She doesn’t think.
It’s all instinct.
SHE FINDS THE BRACELET IN A FAR-REACHING CONFINES OF HER MOTHER’S VAST CLOSET WHILE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO WEAR ON A DATE WITH JACOB.
Renesme doesn’t know what to think of it...but she likes it. The little wolf dangling off it isn’t her usual style, no, but he has character. She slips it on-it’s too big for her wrist.
She likes it a great deal.
But it doesn’t feel right.
RENESME BRINGS THE BRACELET TO HER MOTHER. Bella takes her daughter’s wrist carefully into her perfect, pale hands.
Renesme touches her mother’s stone temple. The little wolf looks up at her from the depths of the jewelry box. Bella looks dazed. “I completely forgot that I had this.” She runs a tentative finger down the smooth wood of the wolf’s chest.
Renesme taps Bella’s forehead now, insistent. Jacob, his skin as golden as the little wooden charm’s, grins down at her. At them both.
“Yes. He did give it to me. I suppose he did.” Bella smiles dreamily. Her memories of her human life are foggy. She only remembers the good moments, glimmering, shining down on her like the sun between the trees. This is one of those moments.
Renesme can see it all. The want in Jake’s eyes, the tenderness that flows from Bella to him when she embraces him. It unfolds like a doomed but lovely forbidden romance.
Renesme snatches her hand back as if she’s been burned as Bella smiles vaguely, like someone waking up from a pleasant dream.
THERE ARE SOME FAMILY STORIES RENESME IS PRIVY TO. The tale of her mother and her lover’s romance is not one of them. But there are others, told time and time again, until she knows them by heart.
“You were the one who organized Mother and Father’s closet before they moved in, right?” Renesme calls to Aunt Alice as she strides across the lawn. There’s no time to actually get to her aunt, to actually communicate by touch.
Renesme has to know. Now.
Alice examines a single white lily, inhaling its perfume and doggedly refusing to make eye contact with her niece. “Yes.” Her voice is carried on the wind back to Renesme, in perfect harmony with the babbling of a nearby stream.
Reneseme whispers her next question. “Did you know I would find the bracelet?”
No response.
Renesme lunges at her diminutive aunt, and Alice dances out of her reach just it time. But it doesn’t matter than Renesme can’t seem to get a hand on her skin, can’t manage to see her mind. The instant Alice’s gaze pierces hers, she has her answer.
I knew you would find it. I wanted you to.
RENESME HAS NEVER WANTED TO CRY.
Until now.
Her face is buriedin Jake’s hair, and he’s holding her so close. Usually this would be enough to distract her from...well, just about anything.
All she can think is, let me have some release. Let me have just one human weakness.
Of course, the tears don’t come.
Renesme pulls back, and looks deep into Jake’s eyes. She is searching for the desire, the tenderness, the love she found in her mother’s memory.
All she finds is doglike devotion, animalistic need.
It’s not love.
It’s all instinct.