Imagine You’re Renesmee’ s older, hated twin sister.
(A/N: WARNING! INCLUDES MENTION OF SELF HARM. Don’t like? Don’t read! *secretly :please read*)
You stood in the mirror looking at your body. The blade in your hand urged you to do more.
'They hate you.’
'You’re sister is better.’
The voices echoed the hateful words in your head. Sighing, you covered up the fresh wounds and put on clothes. You were Renesmee’s older sister by a minute, but you were more mature. You looked to be 17 while she looked to be 8.
“Come on you brat.” Your “mother” called as you walked down stairs, getting sympathetic looks from Carlisle and Esme but hateful glares from everybody else. Edward, your “father” grabbed you on your wrist where your fresh cuts were. They stinged, but you would never give them the satisfaction. They all knew, they just didn’t care. Dragging you outside, they took you to the battlefield where you and your sister may die.
At the Field
Carlisle stood next to you and Esme, blocking you from the others.
“And the child. You have two, may we take one with us to see how they develope and then give her back.” Aro said looking at you and your sister. All the sudden a pair of strong arms lifted you and threw you towards them. The guard looked at the Cullen’s in shock as to why the would do that, especially one. The short one, Alec, glared at them and then looked at you in pity.
“You can keep her.” Rosalie spat hatefully as you gave your hand to Aro. Reading your thoughts, he gazed at you sympathetically.
“Carlisle, you disappoint me so.” Aro said, motioning for the short one to pick you up. Gently picking you up, he ran away from the scene.
“Don’t worry, Mia Cara, I will take care of you.” He said before a black mist took over you.
Imagine Aro turning up to Renesmee and Jacob’s wedding
Like that’s totally a thing I picture him doing. He loves weddings and it’d give him a chance to “catch up” with everyone and try to repair his relationship with Carlisle & co and potentially scout for new recruits (seeing as the Cullens seem to be a magnet for gifted people)
Though I also imagine he would need a fair amount of fake tan and coloured contacts to fit in with the other guests
“Jake?” Renesmee asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Hey Nessie” he smiled as he walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. Renesmee smiled as she hugged him back. “Why did you sneak through my window? You are allowed in the house” she laughed as they pulled from the hug. “Besides you’re a werewolf in a house full of vampires, they’re gonna smell you” she chuckled, Jake let a laugh pass his lips as he shook his head. “I wanted to ask you something” he nodded, taking her hand. Renesmee looked at her hand in Jacob’s before her eyes rested on his with a smile on her lips. “Would you like to go on a date?” he asked arching an eyebrow. “Jake I’d lo-” Renesmee was quickly cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She turned to look and saw her dad, standing in the door way of her bedroom. “Hey Edward” Jake said, looking downward momentarily. “You know she’s right, it’s really easy to smell you” he teased playfully. “Dad” Renesmee said, trying to stifle a laugh. “I’ll leave you alone, just one thing” he said looking at Jacob. “Don’t hurt her or-” “Or you’ll hurt me?” Jake guessed. Edward laughed and shook his head. “No, but Rosalie might”
Waking up, you noticed you were not in your room, and you also noticed that your wrists were properly wrapped. Groaning, you sat up and looked around the room you noticed the dark colors on the wall contrasted with the bright light that came in through the window. Book shelves accented the room. A large oak desk stood across the bed you were on.
“Hello?” You called out and the door opened, revealing a girl around your age with blonde hair.
“Hello sister. Do you need anything?”
“Sister?” You asked as she smiled.
“Well, you are my brother’s mate, so therefore you are automatically my sister. Now I must ask again, do you need anything?” She asked as you nodded.
“I have questions.” You responded as she nodded.
“Follow me.” Following her, you looked at the dark halls. Portraits hung on the walls as you two neared the end of the hall. Pulling the doors open, she walked in with you on her heels.
“Masters, she wishes to talk to you.”
“Why of course young Cullen.”
Sitting back in the room you woke up in, you sat outside on the balcony, overlooking the city.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” A voice asked out of no where and you nodded your head, memories of the meeting and answers to the questions made things more confusing.
“Yes, it is. It is much different than Forks. I like it much better here.” You responded as a presence joined you on the balcony. The setting sun casted a shadow over the balcony as it gave off a warm glow.
“I’d imagine. If you don’t mind me asking, why did that blonde bimbo throw you towards us?” The boy who carried you back to Volterra asked as you shook your head.
“I don’t mind. I was blamed to have killed Bella during birth so everyone, save for Carlisle and Esme hated me. They never named me, so when I was able to think, I named myself.” You responded with a sad smile.
“What’s your name then?” He asked, taking your hand in his and giving it a gently squeeze in support.
“My name is (Y/N).”
“What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He complimented as you blushed due to your half human nature.
“I never got your name.” You smiled at the boy who had short Brown hair and burgundy eyes.
“Alexander, or Alec for short,” smiling at you, he picked you up and carried you over to the bed.
“Why did you carry me?” You asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead.