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    Poison Ivy

    After reading the Twilight series, I got a deep inspiration to continue with a story of my own. Granted it will not be at all like Stephanie Meyer’s outstanding wisdom but I wanted to have fun with it. Believe it or not, I thought about this story sitting in my room just thinking about what could happen after Breaking Dawn. I hope it is to all of the fans liking and please feel free to tell me how you feel.

    “Poison Ivy”

    Chapter 1: Human Fears

     

    Rain clouds covered the sky of Forks as Renesmee, Jacob and I went to hunt. Edward was in a particular pissy mood because of Alice and her insistence with our daughter’s wedding. He was no more ready to give Nessy away then I was but I knew he would come around. Seeing Nessy happy was all that really mattered in the end and I could see the joy in her eyes when she was with the love of her life. It reminded me of the young love Edward and I had experienced.

    As the small drops hit the leaves and moss of the forest bottom, the three of us sniffed the air for the prey we so longed to find. Though Jacob preferred human food, he enjoyed the hunt and the beautiful way Nessy moved as she stalked her meal. They were inseparable and I felt, sometimes, like the third wheel when we went hunting, though Renesmee wanted the ‘mother/daughter’ time.

    I laughed and shook my head as I watched them travel deeper into the forest, always staying ten paces behind them. ‘So much for mother/daughter bonding.’ I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, allowing my body to be overtaken by my senses. I could hear the faint laughing and teasing in the background.

    “Try not to wonder too far you two. I promised your father we’d be home by sundown.”

    “Alright mom! We won’t.”

    I waited till I knew they were far enough away so that I could concentrate. I preferred to hunt alone, a point at which Emmitt used to make fun of. His ever teasing lines of my inability to hunt without being ‘distracted’ irritated me. It wasn’t that I needed to be alone, more so that I liked it. Being alone gave me a deeper feel for my surroundings.

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