I'm Looking For A Sign

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When I awoke the next morning it was quiet, as it was nearly every morning. As I predicted, I could hear Jacob's puppy-dog snores outside my window. My parents had made rules about him being in the house at night, but he had found a loophole by being in his wolf form and sleeping outside. Telling Jacob to stay away was an endless and pointless argument; both Jacob and my father were just too stubborn.

As I climbed out of bed and dressed, I thought about my plans for the day.  They were same as any other day. Jacob liked to go for runs in the morning. I would usually spend the afternoon with my father and Carlisle and discuss literature or philosophy or art. At dusk, I'd go hunting with my uncles or whoever felt like going.  Then, at night, everyone would get together in the main house and play games or watch movies. Eventually, I'd go to bed. Oh, and I'd probably have to have a driving lesson with Alice at some point today. Impressively, I managed to get dressed without waking Jacob.  He must have stayed up all night to warrant being this exhausted. I decided not to wake him and skip our morning run when I departed from my room. Like most mornings, I found my parents sitting in the living room. Unlike most mornings, they didn't look particularly happy.

"What's going on?" I asked the two of them.

They couldn't have been more still if they tried, and in truth, they didn't have to try. The stillness was natural for them as vampires. However, when we were alone and did not need to hide ourselves, my parents were very loving people, especially around me. It was when they were quiet that I worried.

"Ántonia has decided to extend her visit in Forks. She would like to spend some more time with us," my father said with an even expression. His face matched the smoothness of his voice.

I was elated. I was certain this mysterious creature would desire to leave as inexplicably as she had arrived.

"She was very impressed with you, Nessie. ‘Your forthrightness and your knowledge,' I believe were her exact words," he explained.

"Is she here now?" My day suddenly got very exciting.

"No...she'll be coming back this evening," he replied in his continuing flat tone. He was trying to be emotionless and he was genuinely quite good at it from years and years of practice. His face was perfectly blank, and if he were with any human he would have been successful in his façade. Unfortunately for him, I knew him just as well as any other member of the family, and his calm demeanor told me he was very uncomfortable with the situation. I could only hope he hadn't already made up his mind about it.

"Is it all right if I see her?" I asked with little optimism in my voice.

My parents looked to each other and then at me. They didn't need to be able to read one another's thoughts at this particular parental juncture. They were thinking the exact same thing.

"We would prefer if you didn't, Nessie," my father said gently.

I wasn't surprised. "Are you going to let me plead my case?" I tried to say just as calmly as my father had done. I wasn't quite as skilled as he was. I was more human when it came to displaying my emotions and things would spill out once and a while.

"Renesmee, you don't understand how dangerous this is," my mother said suddenly. It was the first thing she had said all morning. During her human life, my mother had always been an introvert, which happened to translate into a practical character trait for a vampire. Strangely enough, when my father's face was blank I knew there was something to fear. Conversely, when my mother failed in hiding her emotions, I knew something was up as well. I didn't enjoy seeing the look on my mother's face; she looked worried and sad. I had not seen her face like that since I was very young. I couldn't let it end at this though. I had to at least try to make them understand.

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