I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA

A/N: Hey guys! So this is the remake of "Ever-Changing", a story I started nearly five years ago. For those who have followed this story from the beginning, you'll notice that a lot of things are different. I know it'll take a little getting used to, but I've tried rewriting this with Nessie still attending high school, and I just didn't like it. It felt more right to have her be on her own as an adult, trying to establish her independence. And even though this story takes place in the book universe, I imagine all of the characters to look like their movie counterparts. So Nessie will look like Mackenzie Foy, Jake will look like Taylor Lautner, etc. I fell like this is okay since Mackenzie Foy is a legal adult now. I hope you enjoy!


My phone rings for the fourth time in one hour just as I'm walking into the small diner that sits smack dab between Forks and La Push, the two extremely small towns that exist somewhere in Washington State. I don't even have to look at my phone to know who it is. My mother has made it a point to call me a gazillion times a day ever since I said enough is enough, and left her to be on my own for a while. So I push the button on the side of phone and push it even deeper into my pocket.

"Table for one?" the teenaged waiter questions me, looking like he enjoys his job way too much to be making minimum wage which, for the past fifty years, has been at an ultimate low. I would rather jump into an active volcano before I acted so happy about getting six fifty an hour. But I nod in his direction anyway.

"A booth, please," I tell him. He grabs a menu and leads me over to a booth that is placed right in front of a window, so on my left I can see out to the parking lot. I sit down and give him my drink order, and he leaves me to ponder over the menu. While he's away, instead of looking at the food choices that hold no interest for me, I lug my laptop out of my bookbag and lay it on the table. Once it's been booted up, I connect to the free Wi-Fi and start researching.

I'm not sure what exactly I'm looking for. It's not like the internet would have anything on my father's whereabouts, unfortunately. Mom only gave me a little bit of information on him. That he was born in June of 1901 in Chicago. Not much to go on considering how many babies were born in June of that year.

"Here's your soda, Miss," the boy says. His nametag reads Ty. I flash a quick smile at him and take a sip of my soda. I don't eat human food a lot, I don't really have a taste for it, and there's only certain foods that I truly like enough to eat.

"Are you ready to order?" Ty questions me, and I shake my head.

"I don't think I'll be getting any food today, Ty. But thank you." He nods and walks away with the menu, and I turn back to my computer. Suddenly remembering the information I discovered, I search the name I had found on the back of an old picture my mom had stashed away where she thought I wouldn't find it. Edward Cullen. No matches. I chew on the inside of my cheek and drum my fingers against the table. This is going nowhere. I dunno why I thought anything would come of this.

At that exact moment, a large group of people walk into the diner. They're laughing and talking to each other and trying to get a handle on their children which range in age from probably one to fifteen. And as soon as the air, heavy with moisture as the dark clouds prepare to let it rain, blows my way, I wrinkle my nose. That whole group smells like wet dog. Guess they're the type to not shower before they go out.

I brush my hair out of my face and sit back in my seat. I'm at a dead end and I refuse to call my mother to ask for more information. She's smothered me my entire life and going back to her would guarantee a "told-ya-so" when she realizes that I still need her. Don't get me wrong, I love her with all my heart, but I need some space from her for a few years.

Just as I'm giving up I feel someone's eyes on my back. I turn around in my seat to see the people who came in earlier. They're sitting at a large table and every so often their eyes drift over to where I'm sitting. Okay…that's not weird. I turn back to face forward, but I tune in to what they're whispering. I usually try to tune everyone out, because if I don't then my mind will be filled with dozens of random conversations I overheard from all the way across the room.

"Are you sure?" a female questions. Her voice is slightly worried, and I can't tell why. Something's obviously wrong.

"I dunno for sure," a man answers her. His voice is gruff and serious, all business-like.

"Her scent is something we've never come across before," another man explains. My scent? "She reeks of vampire, but it's not as strong as others' we've come across. It reminds me of the smell of when you clean the floors, but did so hours ago and have had the windows open. I can smell it, but it's not unbearable." I freeze in my seat as I digest what he said. They know about vampires, that much is true. But how? As far as I know, humans aren't supposed to know about us.

"What should we do, Jake?" the first man questions. What does he mean? Are they really going to try to confront me? For some reason I know it in my bones that they will. If not in here, then when I go out to my car. But they know about my kind, so maybe they can give me some answers that I'm looking for. I put my things away, leave two five dollar bills on the table, and slide out of the booth.

"She's leaving, should we follow her? Jake?" Jake, once again, doesn't answer, but I take that as a good sign. If he doesn't answer, that gives me the time to go over there and confront them. It gives me an edge because they don't have a plan. I turn and walk over to their table, I swing a chair around and swing my leg over it. To say that they're surprised would be an understatement. But I'm not exactly sure why. If they suspected me to be a vampire, then they should have known that I could overhear their conversation. I shake my head of the thought. That doesn't matter. I have other things that I need to do.

"Hello," I greet them. I'm greeted with stares and dead silence. "I'm sorry for the intrusion, but I heard you talking about me, and I guess I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Renesmee." Someone snorts.

"Your name is Renesmee?" says a man with a toddler on his knee. I scrunch up my nose as I already know what he's thinking.

"My mom is a whack job, but that's a story for another day. What I want to know is how you guys know about vampires." I say that last word quietly so nobody who's not at the table could hear it.

"So you admit that you are one," a woman states. She's a little bit muscular and has short hair. She looks like the typical character in a movie who's gotten hurt too many times and now shuts out any type of affection. She's bold and get's to the point, which I respect. But I'm not ready to tell them the truth.

"Haven't you already come to that conclusion?"

"Your scent isn't like a normal vampire's. It's different. Plus, you have a heartbeat. Bloodsuckers don't have heartbeats." I give her a smirk.

"I'd like to think we're all special in our own way. But that doesn't answer my question of how you guys know."

"Why don't we take this outside?" a new voice cuts in. I look over to find a man who I automatically know is in charge. He just radiates authority and leadership. Plus, he's bigger than the other men. Even when sitting in his chair, I can tell that he's tall. I nod, agreeing. It's not safe to speak in front of everyone.

I stand up and make my way outside, and all the men follow. We stop in the far corner of the nearly empty parking lot, and I feel a few light raindrops on my skin. It's supposed to storm later.

"So," I begin when we all come to a stop, "out with it." They all share a look, and the leader begins to talk.

"We're werewolves," he tells me. My eyebrows raise almost to my hairline, that's how surprised I am. Okay. I did not expect that. I had always thought that werewolves were a myth, just for storybooks and kids' bedtime stories. But then again I shouldn't be surprised. If vampires exist, then why wouldn't werewolves? "I'm taking it you've never heard of us before?" I nod and avoid his gaze.

"I have to say, that's not what I expected you to say. How do you know about vampires?"

"Our ancestors had run-ins with them. It's the reason why we turn into wolves. To kill vampires that threaten our tribe, and even Forks," a younger guy tells me. Despite his height and muscular figure, he looks young, like he's barely sixteen. I tilt my head a little.

"So what's stopping you from killing me?" I question.

"Well, for one, we don't know what the hell you are," the woman informs me. "You smell a little like one but you have a heartbeat. Honestly, I'm just waiting on Jake's call." I raise my eyebrows and look in the direction she's looking. I was right, that guy, Jake, is in charge. So if they kill vampires for a living, why is he hesitating? Even though I'm not a full vampire, I do smell like one. Well, my scent is mixed. My mom once described it as a human scent, but with enough vampire mixed in to keep other vampires from finding it appetizing.

Okay, I'm getting off track. Let me just count my lucky stars and move on. I need to find out what they know. My mom is from here, and from the impression she gave off, she met my dad here. And yeah, it's been like a hundred years since she was here, but they might know something. Anything. I try to catch Jacob's eyes to see if I can figure out what he's thinking. For somebody in charge, he's been awfully quiet in all of this. But he won't meet my eyes for some reason. He's looking at me, but he avoids my eyes.

"Your family has been here for generations, right?" I question, just to make sure.

"We've been here for generations," Jake corrects me. "Seth, Leah, and I have been around for about a hundred years or so. The others are young…but yeah, we've been here for generations." He's been alive for over a hundred years? That has to be too much of a coincidence. What are the odds that he was alive around the time my mom was living here as a human? But I don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. "What are you doing here? What's your business in Forks?" he asks all of a sudden.

"Well, I'm hoping you can help me with that. I don't mean to be a bother, but I'm looking for somebody, and I thought that you guys could help me, since I'm not having any luck on my own. You help me, and I'll be out of your hair, I promise." I fold my arms across my chest and wait for him to answer, he debates in his head for a moment, before nodding.

"Seth, Leah, you stay with me. The rest of you, get back inside." The others don't like this at all. They start to protest, but they only manage to get a few words out before they're cut off. "What did I just say!" he growls. Something goes through the rest of them, like they're bowing under the power of their alpha, which, I guess, they are. They all go inside the diner while I remain outside with Jacob, Seth, and Leah. "Who are you looking for?"

"A vampire named Edward Cullen. I think he lived here around the early two thousands." When I say Edward's name, Jacob's attention, which had been drifting towards the woods, snapped back to me. His head moved so sharply I'm surprised he didn't get whiplash. He one hundred percent knows who Edward is.

"What do you need with the Cullens?" he barks out at me. I'm not intimidated, but I think it's interesting that the name 'Edward Cullen' got such a strong reaction out of him.

"No offense, but I'd rather keep that information to myself if you don't mind. I just need an address," I tell him.

"And what makes you think we know where he is?" Leah questions. I snort.

"Well…the fact that Jacob over here looks like I just stepped on a puppy, for one. Plus, you guys were alive a hundred years ago, and Edward and his supposed family lived in Forks a hundred years ago. That paired with the fact that you guys say that it's your job to kill vampires to protect the town makes it hard to believe that you guys didn't at least keep an eye on him and his family when he was here. Even if he's not here now, I could go to his old house and see if I find any clues." I see Jacob share a look with his companions for a long moment, like they're having a mental conversation with each other.

"Fine," Jacob finally says. "Him and his family are here. They moved back to town about two years ago." He rattles off an address. "It's hard to believe a bloodsucker like you would miss their scent—" His sentence breaks off as he finally (finally!) meets my eyes. But I'm too annoyed at him calling me a bloodsucker. He sounds like he thinks he's better than me.

"Being a bloodsucker sure beats being a hormonal dog," I spit out. Annoyance runs through my whole body, but I take a couple of deep breaths and do my best to get it under control. Being annoyed at him won't help anything. "Anyway, I just got into town a couple of hours ago, and I haven't hunted, so I've yet to have the chance to pick up their scent." But neither Jacob nor his companions are paying me any attention. Well, Jacob is looking at me with a weird expression on his face. I don't even want to know what it is; but even though he's looking at me, I can tell he hasn't heard anything I said. And his friends are looking at him in shock.

"Dude, you did not just do what I think you did!" Leah exclaims. "Holy shit, dude! This is fucked up." Jake seems to break out of his daze when Leah shoves him in the shoulder. And then his face turns into one of anger and frustration, as he storms away from us, breathing heavily and clenching his fists, shaking slightly.

"Thanks for the help," I yell sarcastically as he disappears into the woods. I shake my head as I pass Leah and Seth, who turn to watch me walk to my car. But I can't bring myself to give a shit, as I have the information that I need. All I can focus on is the fact that I'm finally gonna meet my father. What could go wrong?


A/N: What did you guys think? So I figured that I'd make the first chapter extra long to make up for the long absence. A lot happens in this chapter, and if it seems off, I promise it'll slow down after a couple of chapters. I just have to get used to writing for this story and these characters again. Please review!

~Gina