Chapter 1: Renesmee
From Book6
I like this house. Small and cozy, it resembles me the fairy hut. I like to dream inside. But the best of all in it is its scent. It smells like the forest, fresh leaves, flowers and mushrooms and it smells like repose and home comfort. It's so pleasant, bungled in plaid, to stare enchanted into the fire petals in the fireplace. I scent odors much better than any human. Scents for me are like sounds for the normal people. And as single sounds superimpose into the musical masterpiece, so are the scents around me recompose into unimaginable. splendid, finished composition. It shows every wind waft, every flower bud, every rustle, they save the past and tacitly testify the present. Every person, every animal, every bird, every insect, every plant, so that, even every drop of rain smells on its own way, and I can sit for hours and enjoy this delightful composition in an attempt to identify each individual component, and feel the harmony of its arrangement in the overall odors. One of the odors, slightly flat, brings me sadness and joy at the same time. This is the smell of my best friend Jacob, who did not come here for several days. He is an integral part of my family and I miss him very much.
My name is Renesmee and I'm 5 years old by the terrestial time. But I'm looking like the 12 or 13 years old girl and this is all because I am growing very fast. Sometimes it seems to me that I just feel as my arms and legs extend, and how my body changes. Some clothes I wear only for a few days and then they become too small for me and some of the clothes I wear only for just a few hours, because my dear Aunt Alice and Rosalie overwhelm me with tons of new clothes and constantly try on new clothes on me. I can not say this makes me that much happy, but it gives Alice and especially Rosalie a lot of much pleasure that I can not deny them. I had never went to school, but Dad says that I will have enough time for it. I like to study, my mother Bella taught me reading and since then I spend most of the day in the library of my grandfather Carlysle. As a matter of fact, it is difficult to call him grandfather, he looks so young that he can be mistaken for my father or even brother. That's because he, like all real vampires, is not aging. Perhaps, for some, vampire - it's something terrible and dangerous, but not for me. All my relatives are vampires and I'm so accustomed to this that I can not even imagine how can it be different. Yes, I am myself a vampire to some extent, but I'm easier to kill and I am not poisonous, in the same time I have the same force and grace of vampire, and the smell of blood also drives me mad.
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