Authors Note:

I do not own any of these characters. Seriously if you owned Emmet would you be here?

didn't think so.

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The Butterfly Effect

When the Volturi last visited the Cullens, they were assured that Bella was indeed a vampire. But they came across a new issue: there was a new addition to the Cullen family. Renesmee was dangerous in the Volturi eyes but before the end of the day the Cullens convinced them that Renesmee was safe.

To celebrate their 'win', Edward and Bella took Renesmee to Esme Island. Together they watched Renesmee grow and strive. Renesmee learned every thing that her mother had learned over the past two years. Both Edward and Bella made sure to leave out imprinting though. Bella was still angry and Edward would never accept the fact that some dog loved his daughter.

Most fathers don't have to worry about that until their child is a teenager. Lucky Edward got it from the very beginning.

While on the island Renesmee developed a fascination for the wildlife. She hated the fact that every few days her parents hunted down, killed, and sucked the life out of innocent living creatures. Renesmee preferred vegetables and milk.

She showed her father many times what the wild life looked like through her eyes. She showed him the fish dancing, just below the surface. She showed him the birds flying, making loops in the air chattering about. Most desperately Renesmee showed him the deer gracefully bounding through the meadows.

All that accomplished was making her father hungry. Edward felt bad but he had to leave right away to go hunting.

When he returned Renesmee forgave him and showed him one more thing. Butterflies. They were her new obsession. She loved everything about them. She loved how graceful they were, how colorful they were and everything else about them.

Through his daughter's eyes, Edward watched the butterfly land on a blade of grass. It flapped its wings a few times, taking in the afternoon sun. Edward watched it bask for a minute before the butterfly took off.

For a moment, Edward saw its beauty. The wings flattened, pressed together and then quickly dropped, blurring the colors. The butterfly was gone in one motion.

In that one, small graceful flap, the waves crashed against the docks. The wind picked up, slowly brewing into a massive storm. The wind followed the current up the Atlantic, all the while building into a powerful storm. The current helped the storm climb up the coast of Asia and the Middle East, sucking in one last bit of strength before crashing into Europe.

The winds tore at homes and ripped everything in its path to shreds. Lost scarves and umbrellas clumped together and sat in many tangled messes against buildings walls.

The sky was gray and bursting, sending out enough rain to create a new ocean. Most people fled their homes, too afraid to face a monster such as the storm. But one man did the opposite.

A man with thin pallid skin, older than the ancient tower he stood in, watched over his city. The man stood strong and still, patiently waiting out the storm. His long hair stuck to his sunken cheeks. His robe once bright, full, and heroic hung sopping on his shoulders. He breathed an unneeded breath as the wind hit him with such force that the tower shook. But the man did not move. He stood, still as the sun, letting the rain pound off his chest as he waited.

Alone in the woods, stood a wolf. His fur rusty and thick. He had been pacing for hours. So many hours that he had forgotten what he had been looking for. The wolf sat. This is not how Adam had pictured his summer. He was supposed to be visiting from college to see his girlfriend, when THIS happened! Sure, the boys helped him out but they cannot change the fact that he is now a… a… He shuddered. He still couldn't say it even though it had been a good four months. The wolf dropped his head to his paws in frustration, knowing he could not ever return to college. He would never become an engineer, and he would never have a normal family. At least not with is ex-girlfriend. Apparently wolves set high expectations for who they love. Adam growled as he closed his eyes. No one should suffer like this. This is not a life worth living. He lay on the soft floor of the forest slowly breathing as he drifted off into a much needed slumber. Just as he was about to doze off, a strong wind struck Adam. He just twitched his nose and ignored the distraction. The wind did not stop though, it continued to arouse leaves and blow brush all around him.

Obviously the whole sleep thing wasn't going to work out. As he stretched, Adam took a deep breath through his nose. The wind brought the smell of a long hard storm. Obviously someone else smelt it to because three short barks rang in the air. That was the cue to return to camp.

Maybe it was out of luck, maybe skill or maybe it was destiny but just before he turned, Adam breathed in deeply again. This time catching a whiff of something new. It was faint but it was there. 'The Smell.' 'Wait!" thought Adam. He had not quite mastered the wolf ways of communication, so no one heard him. He sniffed again. It was definitely 'The Smell.' So there was near zero chance of him ringing a false alarm. He had not been familiar of 'The Smell' for that long so there was all ways the chance. Adam knew no one would hear hi otherwise, so he howled. A long, desperate yet victorious howl. It was one of the first wolf skills he had mastered. He howled again. Long and strong, calling his pack mates to join him. As the rest of the pack arrived, sniffed then stood as he did, nose pointed to the south, Adam knew he had found what they had been looking for.

Renesmee now had the body of an eight year old and she was easily exceeding Bella's knowledge of math and writing. Oh and history too. Edward personally taught her history. He told her, down to every last remembered detail, what happened in his lifetime. Edward told her about wars and conflicts, presidents and any other historical events and figures that came to mind.

Bella taught her everything about being human. She taught Renesmee how to cook, how school works. She told her how humans age and what they do in their too short lives.

For three months it went on like this. Bonding and teaching. Laughing and playing. It never got boring.

On a warm Tuesday night Bella and Edward sat on the beach. They had just put Renesmee just to bed and settled down in the sand for some quality 'alone-time.' Silently they reminisced, brushing fingers, staring out at the vast ocean. The moment did not last long.

Both their ears heard the ring. A few seconds later, it rang again. Then came the sound of little feet rushing down the stairs. Edward shook his head.

"Why is Alice calling this late? Doesn't she remember the time difference?" They both got up and ran to the phone. Renesmee was smiling holding the phone up to her ear.

"Who is it?" mouthed Bella

. "It's Jake!" answered Renesmee. Edward used all his strength to hold in a snarl that threatened to escape. Bella sensed this and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Let them speak." she whispered to him.

"Actually," said Renesmee, holding out the phone. "He wants to talk to you dad."

The conversation was short. Jacob did most of the talking. Bella watched Edwards face for any hints on the situation, but Edward kept his face blank and stolid. Bell knew she was not going to find out any information. That was the whole point of Jacob talking to Edward.

Edward looked at the girls then left the room. "You should leave right away. We'll bring your car to the airport." Jacob suggested.

"No" Edward told him. "Bella will panic. She'll make the situation seem more dangerous than it really is."

"You don't know how dangerous it is!" Jacob reminded him. Edward sighed

. "I know.

" "Then you will bring the both of them home where they will be safe!" Jacob growled. Edward worried that Renesmee and Bella could hear.

"Jake…"

"NO!" screamed Jacob. "You didn't see the look on Alice's face! She didn't have to tell us anything because we were already scared witless!" Edward didn't reply. He hated this type of situation, he had to do what was best but he had a poor history of doing that. Despite how much he hated the dog, Jacob kept Bella happy and generally safe so…

"Bring the car." he mumbled then hung up.

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