Alistair sat on the roof of the Cullen’s home. The place had seemed vacant for the time being, but the presence of people that were here was still fresh. His legs hung over the edge, as he kept his hands resting on his lap. Snow was falling from the sky and getting caught on the branches of trees and clumped together on the ground below.
A few minutes later he sensed someone walking closer to the house. He quickly stood and jumped up to a tree branch that was higher up than the house. Waiting. That’s all he could do at this time. Or leave the property, but they would have known someone passed through.
Perfection ceased to exist due to a supernatural occurrence within the woods. In other words, the wolves were all called forth because a trace of a foreign vampiric scent was found amidst. Renesmee had to admit: it sucked having a wolf as a best friend sometimes. Before chaos erupted, the hybrid was having the time of her life rummaging through old photographs of her mother and her best friend. She couldn’t believe that he used to have hair as long as hers. Unfortunately, she wasn’t allowed to stay with him, but there was no one at the main house to keep her company either. They’ve all gone hunting, which left the child to resolute to solitude.
❝ Bye, Jakey, ❞ the hybrid grumbled as she made her way towards the main house. A howl echoed throughout the woods in response. Renesmee continued walking until utter silence was met, signifying the absence of her friendly wolf. Then, she averted her direction and started walking back into the forest.
I mean, no one there can turn Into a giant dog or anything. Oh god, what did they do?”
❝ C'mon, I’ll show you! ❞
Renesmee took her best friend’s hand within her own and guided her towards the entrance of the forest. Not too far in, she stopped. Perched above them was a tree house made just for the two of them. Pink and purple streamers decorated the exterior.
“You’re the Cullen hybrid, that made hell break loose in the vampire world. We never got the chance to meet, I’m Alathea. Caius’ daughter. You shouldn’t be here all alone, it’s dangerous.”
❝ Is that what people call me around here? The Cullen hybrid? — —
An anxious chuckle broke from her lips. She was unaware that she wandered that far from her wolf.
My name is Renesmee, but if it’s too much of a mouth full, then you can call me Nessie.. I didn’t know Caius had a daughter. ❞
