Cara smiled lightly, before standing up to her feet, looking down at the girl. “Then why don’t we go get something for her to eat? I’m sure she’ll eat some bread, and I think we might just have that in the kitchen.”
The vampires had no need for the kitchen, but it had been used more often since Renesmee had come to live with them. She gestured for her to follow, as she turned to walk towards the kitchens. “Let’s go find some.”
❝ Andiamo! ❞
Renesmee reached out and grabbed onto the vampire’s elbow, using her as a support to get her back onto her feet. She didn’t have to ask for help; she didn’t have to ask for anything—well, other than permission to acquire a pet. Most of the time, she got everything and anything she wanted, being Volterra’s “princess” afterall.
Upon their arrival to the castle’s kitchen, they were greeted by several human servants.
❝ Bread? ❞ She mumbled uncertainty, glancing upward at Cara for reassurance.
“I think Belle is a lovely name for her.” Cara said softly, as she looked down at the bird, which had hopped from her palms, back to the child.
Maybe it was the fact that Cara always wished the girl had known the truth that influenced her opinion on naming the bird Belle, the desire for the girl to have something that reminded her of home.
Unfortunately, she would never know that Bella was her mother’s name, or that the girl had looked like a dead on replica of her mother. It was saddening.
“Nonsense. If he says no, you can keep her in my room. I’ll care for her if he tells you no.”
❝ I shall call her Belle, and she shall be mine, and she shall be my Belle, ❞ Renesmee cooed to the little animal, imitating the diction of Dory from Finding Nemo.
The hybrid spun in a circle with her dear pet clutched between the palm of her hands. It has only been a matter of minutes, but she was already smitten. After a myriad of spins, Renesmee fell onto her bottom. Her laughter echoed throughout the room.
Innocence shone brightly in her eyes —a contrasting reflection to the agony hidden beneath Cara’s mask.
Renesmee rose Belle up to her ear, nodding her head as if the tiny creature was trying to communicate. ❝ I think Belle’s hungry. ❞
so much that it made Cara’s stone cold heart ache for the girl in front of her. Her blonde eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before she smiled, trying to wipe away her look of anguish. If only it were that simple, if only the girl could know the truth.
“Perhaps we can get a cage for her, keep her in your room until she’s able to fly again.”
❝ Do you think she looks like a Belle, Cara? —Perhaps, Aurora would suit her more. ❞
Oblivious to the truth, the hybrid paid no attention to her companion’s sudden distress. She has seen that look before, but whenever she badgered Cara about it, the vampire would deny any indication. Renesmee knew better to ask twice.
Cara waited patiently, a small smile on her face as she held her palms out, allowing the small bird to hop over into her palms.
Her red eyes looked over it; the wing was definitely broken, but it was nothing too severe. It looked like it just needed to be binded, so the wing couldn’t move, in order to heal, and it would be fine.
“I believe I can fix you.” She said to the small bird, as she reached down and ripped some fabric from the end of her dress, and wrapping it around the birds wing before tying it off. “If the wing doesn’t move, it will heal. And once it heals, it should be able to fly again.”
The hybrid’s chocolate eyes traced over Cara’s every single movement, ensuring the safety of her new little friend. Despite her feeble thirst for blood, Renesmee loved animals and humans. She has been begging her father for a friend near her age or an animal to call her own.
Renesmee bent over and pecked a small kiss against the bird’s tiny skull.
❝ Did you hear that, Belle? You’re going to be able to fly again! ❞
“I will be extra careful with it, I promise.” Cara said softly as she kneeled down, sitting on her knees as she looked at Ness. “It’s not very serious. Like humans, animals can break bones. But they can heal, and once they do, they work again. Like normal.”
Renesmee held the little bird up to her face.
❝ Okay, little one, I’m going to hand you over to my friend now. You don’t have to be scared, silly. She’s very nice, and she’s going to make help you be normal again, okay? ❞
Averting her eyes, the brunette loosened her grasp upon the creature. She allowed it to wobble onto Cara’s open palms.
“It can’t fly? Well, I suppose I could have a look at it. Perhaps it has a broken wing.”
❝ Be careful —- please! ❞
The young hybrid cradled the bird against her chest, tears rimming her eyes as she thought of what might happen to the poor animal if Cara were to be too aggressive with it.
