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[renesmee cullen]

^{Heaven has a darkened face; Dunes are soaring, as on a chase},

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having had another argument with her father, renesmee found herself aimlessly driving through the countryside. the car she'd taken was a gift from her father, and the fact that she drove it was almost a sign of pure disregard for the argument they'd had before. it was a black little corvette, with read leather seats and rims. it had been custom ordered, and renesmee had absolutely adored it from day one. she kept the heating up, since all she wore was a little red dress and beige high heels. While she was stronger against the cold, hence why she was able to wear what she was wearing, she could still feel a bit cooler than her parents ever would.

A long black coat was laid out across the passenger seat, waiting for her usage when she got out. renesmee had no idea, really, where she was going. all she knew was that she needed out of that house! she couldn't stand being in it anymore, and she needed to just forget about Jacob for a while. a strong, horrible metallic taste sprang up at the back of her throat when she thought his name, and Renesmee had to blink back her tears.

would she ever be able to just forget about him?

turning sharply, she made a sliding U-turn and headed back into town, pushing the corvette to it's very limits. finally, the small town sprung into view on the horizon. gritting her teeth, renesmee forced herself to allow the car to slow down, stepping on the break slightly and bringing it to slow fifty miles per hour. like her father, renesmee had an incurable need for speed, and tended to let herself go on the back country roads. it was always slightly heartbreaking for her to have to slow down as she neared a city.

grabbing her clutch purse and whipping on her coat, renesmee slid from car and into the parking lot of The Green Light. It was a small pub, with an upstairs that served as a club on the weekends and most week nights. Slipping inside, she ignored the looks of the beat up truckers and other greasy men, sitting down and hitting the top of the bar twice to signal the bar keepers attention.

He grinned wickedly at her, and she smiled back coyly. he knew her by now, and her hitting the top of the bar was a small joke between them. he brought out her "regular" and she slowly sipped the dry martini, closing her eyes and savoring the taste.

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[Caidan 'Ace' Montgomery]

Caidan was up in his room at the home of his grandparents. The two were preparing the ‘family’ dinner as he blasted Avenged Sevenfold as loud as his speakers would allow. He hated living within that home. His grandparents did not particularly enjoy having him there either. Ever since his arrival, he had been nothing but trouble. Neighbors were constantly complaining of the noise that constantly radiated from the attic window. Cops were constantly dragging him, reeking of alcohol, back to the house in the early morning hours. Girls were constantly coming, going, calling, and disappearing. Boys were constantly coming, going, calling, and disappearing. The girls came for Caidan’s rebel charm, and the boys came for Caidan’s strong leadership. All of this seemed like the activities of a juvenile delinquent in the eyes of his grandparents.

What were they to do? The boy had lost his mother in a mysterious accident. Her body was said to have been damaged to the point of no return. He never saw the end result from her vicious murder. In fact, Caidan knew very little about what happened to his mother. She was his rock. She kept him in line, safe, and well taken care of. This woman also protected him from the strong hand of his father. Her mysterious death left him at the hands of his aggressive, easily angered father. This soon got violent. Eventually, Caidan found himself removed from his home in New York City, tossed into a home in Denali, Alaska, and forced to live with two stuffy, smelly old people.

As the opening measures of “Critical Acclaim” blasted from his speakers, Caidan came to a decision. Tonight, he was going to have fun. (Then again, on what night did he not go out and have fun?) Family dinners had been a requirement from day one, but this night was going to be different. Caidan wanted something less substantial in his stomach. Alcohol is what he craved. Physical affection would not be bad, either. He needed to know that he could get through to someone. He needed to know that he was in control. Leaving this house now would mean alcohol, physical affection, and the ability to take control of himself and whoever he might meet.

It was decided. Grabbing the leather jacket from the back of his computer desk chair, Caidan headed to his iPod docking station. A swift motion pulled the electronic device from its position and slipped it into his pocket. It was time to get out. Caidan opened the door to his room, flipped the switch to turn the light off, and thumped down the ladder and the steps. ” See ya, folks. Enjoy your sprouts!” His words came out harsh and cold.

As he slammed the front door, the protesting shouts of his grandparents could be heard. These all went ignored as he hoped onto his mother’s old Harley. No helmet was needed for this precious cargo. In his mind, Caidan was invincible. The thrill of riding the motorcycle was one of the few things that made him feel truly alive. His growling machine soon brought him outside of the Green Light. He was going to make this night one to remember. No matter what.

[spellbound ! ™]

^{Heaven has a darkened face; Dunes are soaring, as on a chase},

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Renesmee stirred her third drink, eyes locked on the clock. she'd been there an hour, and already she was beginning to feel bored. the feeling of being closed in ripped at her, like the claws of a hungry animal. it made her feel so empty inside, sitting here alone at a bar when, by every right, she should at home curled up on the couch reading a book. it wasn't right, and it didn't feel right, but at least there was alcohol to fill her for now.

each sip warmed her entire being. feeling her eyes begin to flutter, she pursed her lips and let herself escape into a darker world, where she saw nothing but instead focused on the senses of taste and touch and scent. Renesmee allowed herself only to be surrounded by the fog of alcohol she consumed. she always needed three times more than normal humans to become intoxicated in the least, and most people were amazing by her ability to drink until most would have dropped. Renesmee wasn't in for the passing out and waking up with hang overs, though; she was in it for the escape, for a few minutes in euphoria.

instead of a martini, as she had at first, she now drank straight whiskey. the green light always made horrible martinis, considering they were a trucking bar for the most part. on the weekends, though, when Rex came to help out at the bar in return for free parties and drinks, Renesmee was in heaven. his mixed drinks were to die for, as he had come from Los Angeles and knew his way around a kitchen. Rex had really been born a small town boy in Fairbanks, but had gone to LA to live out some sort of dream he'd never elaborated on. Renesmee was just glad, though, that he'd returned to Alaska, otherwise she'd have never met him and he would have never introduced her to the magnificence of great drinks.

gouging her time spent in her little place of euphoria, Renesmee sighed into a drained cup and set the glass down heavily on the wooden bar. she'd been at the bar now for almost two hours. most of the people she'd seen when she walked in were gone, leaving only a couple of old men sitting in the dusty corner playing cards, and a trucker who seemed to have just stopped for a quick bite to eat. Renesmee's eyebrow twitched, showing she was agitated, as he tapped his foot. she was beginning to get a slight headache. now, it was time for her to make her leave.

grabbing her jacket and purse, Renesmee slipped it on before turning and storming out of the bar. she was looking behind her when she nearly ran into him. normally, Renesmee would have sensed his presence far before she even got close to him, and on some level she had, but as of now she was distracted. it was harder to play on her vampiric side when she was distracted. looking up with a scowl, her face softened in the worst way when she saw who it was. "Cai ... I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." Her smile turned coy as she stepped over to him, hugging him and resting her head on his chest before pulling away and looking up at him. "Baby, what are you doing here?" stupid question, but he tended to have that effect on her.

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[Caidan 'Ace' Montgomery]

A sinister smile spread across the young man’s face as he entered the establishment. His lovely of the moment had made an appearance there as well. She was just what he needed at the time. Nothing was a bigger escape for Caidan than Renesmee. She made him feel important, in charge, and invincible. Caidan fed off of the emotions she could make him feel. When he felt numb to all else, Renesmee always seemed to find a way in. Caidan needed his escape. She was an addiction. With her, he suffered the pains of addiction. Without her, he suffered the pains of withdraw. Yet, Caidan was still never completely satisfied.

Of all those who have had the distinct pleasure of tickling Caidan’s fancy, Renesmee had something that none of the others possessed. He could not quite put it into words. She was different. Caidan knew a lot of people. He also knew many women. Not one of them was even remotely like his current top pick. Something always drew him back to her. He liked the fact that she made him feel good. This, however, also concerned him a great deal.

This dependency was threatening. He did not like the idea of being unable to go on without a person. Perhaps this is why Caidan went to such lengths to reassure those who he was with that they were replaceable. No one was too important to be replaced. If they crossed the line, betrayed his trust, or angered Caidan in some way, he would sever relations first. If the girl was lucky, he would ask questions later. This second step did not happen often, however.

When the young woman addressed him, sharp pangs of excitement pierced his nervous system. A rush of lust joined this party of emotions as well. Her greeting pleased him. She was performing her duty well. Her apology was enough to signal that she had been drinking. Caidan had observed her behavior for quite some time now, and she was not one to forget to be careful. He was excited by that fact that her guard seemed to be lowered a great deal. Perhaps he could get somewhere that evening. He was up for some play.

The physical entanglement she presented pleased him. Her attire pleased him. Renesmee was doing a magnificent job at pleasing Caidan. She was also doing a great job of getting his hormones to begin rushing. Caidan was ready to play tonight. He had plenty to get away from. Renesmee seemed to be in the perfect condition to submerge him in a world of freedom, rebellion, and danger. The embrace she gave him was strongly returned. He enjoyed it when she began the contact between the pair. Caidan enjoyed knowing he was wanted.

Cai ... I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going.

“Shh…” Caidan’s index finger found it’s way to her lips. He wanted her to feel special. Caidan knew just how to make his lady feel special. Taking his finger away, Caidan smiled a small, welcoming smile. There was no trace of anger on his features. Her little distracted blunder would go unpunished.

"Baby, what are you doing here?"

“MeeMee, I think the question is what are you doing here and why didn’t you ask me along?” His words were soft and kind. Caidan was using a lot of his energy to relate to her. Sometimes he felt so overcome with anger and aggression that Renesmee had to find a way to withstand his emotional beatings. Things had gotten close to scary before, but nothing ever that bad happened. Tihis time was different, though. Renesmee was current safe with Caidan. His muscular arm pulled her body back into his as he spoke this question. He supported her lower back as he awaited a reply.

(Note: Sorry it is rough)