Angara

                                    

                                          
I stayed up all night with Nessie, and we talked throughout the evening. It was quite engaging and also much needed. We haven't had the opportunity to relax and converse with everything happening between the party planning and now these turn of events that came upon us unexpectedly. We also found ourselves making love several times, and that didn't even exhaust us. As the sun began to rise, I felt more secured.

                          
"You can sleep now, Nessie." I proceeded to get out of bed, but she pulled me back beside her.
                          
"If I sleep, will you please stay with me?"
                          
I couldn't deny her. She was feeling vulnerable at this moment. "Sure. Let me go check on Ephraim first." I stepped out to Ephraim's room, and he was still fast asleep. I pulled up his blanket to tuck him in, and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. Before heading back to our room, I decided to make a cup of coffee first.
                          
*****Nessie's POV*****
                          
Jacob walked passed our bedroom door, but stuck his head back in. "I'm going to make a cup of coffee. Do you need anything from the kitchen?"
                          
I shook my head. I was fine not needing anything with the exception of sleep. I looked at the clock and it was close to 7:50 am. Have we really been up that long? My eyes were getting heavier. I let out a sigh and rubbed my eyes. I laid my head on the pillow and assessed what errands to complete today. Jacob had to return to the shop to finish some projects. I still had to make sure all the rental equipment was picked up. I believe Billy was supposed to go hunting with Charlie since hunting season was coming to a close.
                          
All this thinking made me realize, maybe I didn't need sleep. I put on my robe and headed to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee too. I could hear the sharp whistling of the tea kettle, but Jacob wasn't around. I turned it off and grabbed a mug from the upper cabinet. He surprised me from behind and burrowed his scruffy face into my neck while making his way up with his hands caressing my breast.
                          
"Jacob, please, not out here." I giggled at his provocative gesture, and as I inhaled the coffee aroma, I also noticed the similar scent I've sensed before. The grip on me was tighter as I tried to escape.
                          
I turned around and there was Steven. His sinful smile was startling. He pinned me against the wall and his legs made sure I wouldn't be able to move.
                          
"Please, Renesmee. I don't want to hurt you. I could never live with myself if I ever did. May we please talk?" He rubbed his hands through my hair and traced his finger around my face starting from my brow and then to my jawline. He seemed calm, and I didn't want to provoke him.
                          
"What do you want from me, Steven?"
                          
He finally let go of me and proceeded to the kitchen table. He pulled the chair out and signaled me to sit down. "Please, Renesmee. I promise I'm not here to hurt you."
                          
I made my way into the chair and sat down. He handed my coffee to me and poured milk and honey into my cup. How did he know exactly how I liked my coffee?
                          
"Renesmee, you may not know this, and I know it's going to sound foolish but we've met before."
                          
"You seriously expect me to believe you? This is nonsense, Steven. I've lived here my whole life. I've only known my family and the people around here."
                          
"Yes, of course that's true. That's all true. But I'm speaking of another life, Renesmee. I'm speaking of your previous life."
                          
"My what?" He was insane. I needed to wake up.
                          
"Please don't try to force yourself up. Let me finish explaining first. I know you won't believe me, but Renesmee, I've been searching for you for over five centuries."
                          
"What? How old are you Steven? What are you?" I can't believe he was manifesting this fabrication for no purpose.
                          
"Renesmee, reincarnation isn't a preposterous notion. It's been recorded that people have reincarnated into another life, but you. You're different. Somehow you've managed to keep all the miniscule details that made you an exact replica of your own self including the tiny mole by your jawline."
                          
He paused for a moment, and I felt uncomfortable as he studied my face across the table. He continued on with his preposterous story.
                          
"Your name was Angara from Lake Baikal. You were a Siberian warrior princess that led your nomadic people to live peacefully. Your kingdom was unstoppable and no one was able to defeat you. You loved and protected your people with your life, but you made a fatal decision which led you to your demise."
                          
"And just how did I die if I was unstoppable?"
                          
"You fell in love with your natural enemy . . . me. I was the heir to the Russian empire, and my country was on their way to claim your land and destroy your people. Your kingdom and land had valuable resources that would enrich Russia. I was destined to destroy and rule your lands, but when I saw you, I only wanted nothing more than to desire you. My army was viciously attacked by your men, but somehow you showed mercy and saved me. You cured me back to life, and as we spent every moment together, our feelings became mutual. We fell deeply in love which was undeniable. You helped me escape, but I didn't want to leave without you. The thought of not being with you destroyed me."
                          
"Renesmee?" His face was stunned, and the light behind him brightened. My eyes squinted from the overexposed light.
                          
I felt light pressure on my body. "Mommy! Mommy!"
                          
I woke up and Ephraim had climbed on the bed and was trying to wake me up. "Mommy, wake up. Up."
                          
In a few seconds, I heard Jacob enter the room. "Hey! You little tyke! Didn't I say, let Mommy sleep?" He grabbed Ephraim and blew into Ephraim's tummy making Ephraim giggle uncontrollably. It brought a smile to my face.
                          
Jacob turned to me, "I'm sorry. I should have known better than to leave the door open, but I wanted to make sure I could hear you, if you know, if anything would happen." He put Ephraim down and asked Ephraim to go play with Billy. "You okay?"
                          
I didn't know where to start? I don't know why I was nervous, "I. Um. I dreamt of Steven again, Jacob." I gave him direct eye contact. "I assure you nothing happened this time. Instead it was more of a conversation."
                          
"What could he possibly say to make you want to change your mind?" Jacob's voice sounded nervous.
                          
"Nothing. He's done nothing to make me change my mind, and I would never allow him. I told you, please trust me." I held both his hands and pleaded with him. "Remember, he still isn't aware that we know, so let's keep with his game and see what Kate can do for me. For us."
                          
"So tell me then. What did he tell you?"
                          
I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes before speaking, "He claimed that I was a Siberian princess and he was the Russian heir, and we were both natural enemies but eventually we fell in love as he was held captive under my watch."
                          
"You didn't believe him did you?"
                          
"Of course not. For all I know, he's devising a story to somehow lure me."
                          
"So you both had this past life, and how is it that he remembers and you don't?"
                          
"Well, that's the interesting part. He claims to have been there, meaning he's been alive for over five hundred years."
                          
"So he's a witch then since he's been alive for so long. He probably has some fountain of youth spell to remain ageless."
                          
"He was going to continue, but Ephraim woke me up." In a way, I was curious about what else he was going to say. I didn't want to admit it, but I was intrigued by the story. Whether there was any truth to it or not, that would remain a mystery. I was frightened at myself that I had considered seeking out the rest of his story.
                          
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