Renesmee stormed out of the car and headed towards the house I drove us to. That's after she tried to take a bite out of my hand. She's really pissed. I'm scared she might divorce. Aw, not even one whole day of my dreams coming true!
Renesmee screamed. I got out of the car and ran towards the house. There she was, kicking at a large Doberman. There was blood flowing down her arm. I phased- we were in La Push, for Pete's sake!- and growled at the now-puny dog. It's head was a third as big as my paw. The Doberman whimpered and scurried off. I phased again and ran to Renesmee. She was crying, holding her injured arm. The wound looked pretty deep. Whose dog was that?
"Saul! Saul, there you are- why do you have blood on your mouth?" yelled Heram's voice. A scruffy figure moved through the bushes. "I hope you caught a big one, Saul. I'm starve-"
Saul went quiet when he saw me, Renesmee, and the wound in her arm. Then he ran at top speed towards us.
"Jacob! What're you doing here? And who's this? She needs treatment! Let's go inside!" he cried.
Ow, that alcohol stuff hurts. After Heram introduced himself and got to know me, he went straight to fixing that stupid Doberman's bite.
"I'm afraid it'll hurt for a while, Renesmee, but you're lucky Jacob's here. Jacob, c'mere." he murmured.
As soon as Jacob was close, Heram took out a needle. Like my mother, I cringed at the sight.
"What blood type are you, Renesmee?" Heram asked.
"Um, type AB,why?"
"Good. You can recieve blood from anyone."
Jacob winced as the needle poked through his skin. Blood filled the tube. Then Heram brought the needle back to me. Jacob's blood steadily dripped onto the holes. I looked in awe as the wounds slowly started to heal.
"Werewolf blood. Fixes you right up. Sam showed me that," he explained.
Jacob came over and hugged me.
"I'm not forgiving you," I said. He knew I meant him taking my car.
"Now, onto the real business. You said a dark vortex was in the forest? Let's see here..."
Heram looked through a ratty old book.
"Ah, here we are. A dark vortex. 'Black and never-ending, a black vortex signifies the return of a dark being. This being is most likely a wizard or witch whose body was disposed of incorrectly. The correct way is to throw the body into deep, swim-proof waters.'"
I quickly tightened my grip on Jacob's hand. Mark... Was returning.