Author's note: Okay so here's the next chapter. It's a little rough but I want to make sure that this story keeps moving – I know how annoying it is to have to wait. I'll update as soon as I can! (Sooner if someone reviews!)

CHAPTER ONE

BPOV

It was like a choke, a sound of such despair it was pitiful. Something that was desperate and tired and regretful at the sound time. It was like a wounded animal, or a man taking his last breath, or the gasp of a woman who just saw her house go up in flames. That's where it all began, where my heart first started to be torn to pieces.

It was raining. A depressing shade of grey covered the sky, the raindrops seeming almost blue in comparison. It collected on the ground, forming puddles and mud that squished beneath the poor individuals that were stuck outside. Although I was now a vampire, I could not help but miss the sun. Its velvety rays that seemed to smile at me and brought life to all that surrounded it, coaxing the colors into the flowers and green into the matted grass.

The sounds outside were almost as sad. All was dripping, splashing, animals scrabbling for shelter and someone in the distance cursing as they and their umbrella came crashing to the ground. All the rest of the people remained inside, sitting in class with wet hair or at grey desks with soaked umbrella's dripping next to them.

I was sitting in my home, reading as Edward held my hand gently. I read and soaked in all the sounds, the sights, the feeling of his touch. I was still amazed by how spectacular my emotions were, how keen my senses. His hand felt warm now underneath my touch, for I was one and the same as him now. That was wonderful enough on its own. I was basking in the glory of it all, leaning over to kiss Edward lightly on the check when we heard that most disturbing sound.

Within a second Edward and I were standing above the bed, then rushing downstairs to protect Renesmee against what creature could make such a noise. With a blur we were there, looking around at an alarmingly fast rate for what it was.

And that's when we saw. Sitting on a stool next to the window was Renesmee, with one hand clutching the glass and another rolled into a fist. Her hand was down, a halo of brown ringlets hiding her face. She shuddered violently over and over again, nearly falling off her chair.

And from her lips came the sound, its volume increasing in intensity with every passing moment.

I ran to her, Edward close behind, and pulled her into my arms. She clutched me like I was a life raft and she was drowning at sea, still not looking up. Edward pet her hair back soothingly as I questioned her about what was wrong, a panicked look on my face and Edward's. And that's when she looked up and I saw them.

Streaks of violent crimson were coming down from her eyes, dripping down her chin and onto the white of her dress. It rested there in sharp comparison. Her once brown eyes were now almost completely scarlet with the blood, her mouth choking as she spat it out. And then came a moan, an earsplitting moan. I screamed at the sight and Edward froze in horror.

In a millisecond we glanced at each other and then we were out the door, through the rain that hit like bullets at this speed, clutching Renesmee with all my strength as I sheltered her from water. Edward was looking back hungrily, with a kind of fierce protection in his eyes that made anyone nearby clear that whatever had hurt her would have its eyes ripped out painfully. We reached the main house and burst in, screaming for Carlisle. He was there in a flash, lifting Renesmee from our arms, his chest seeming to tighten at the sight. But still, his face remained calm and he asked what had happed as he rushed Renesmee to the living room. Laying her on the white couch gently, he looked up at us as we shook our heads in confusion and cried that we did not know.

A feeling of guilt crept up on me as I thought about the pain she was enduring because I had failed to watch her, mixed with the intense sadness and anxiety. It felt as if someone was ripping my heart out. Then suddenly I saw red, my entire being shaking as I thought of the creature that had done this. I would tear it to bits, limb from limb, still living. Then I would slowly drain it of all blood, making sure the agony was unbearable for the evil monster.

The next moment Emmet and Rose arrived, out of breath. Rose stared at the sight and such grief welled over her that she collapsed, Emmet catching her just in time. As soon a she came to her senses she rushed to Renesmee, but Carlisle held her back, checking Renesmee over for where she had been injured. Immediately Rose's sadness turned into raw anger.

"What happened?" she hissed, sending Carlisle a glare as he clutched her arm. Emmet took her hand and yanked her away forcefully. Now she shot the same look at Edward and Bella. "What happened?" she screeched.

"We don't know," I murmured weakly. "She was alright and then all of a sudden we heard this sound and we came rushing down to find this -" I stared at Renesmee as the anxiety again threatened to choke my heart. I leaned onto Edward for support. At these words Rose cast us a look that clearly told us she wanted to rip us each to bits. Her face turned red and her hands clenched as she stared, her body tightening as if to get ready to pounce.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING HER!" She sprang at us, fangs bared, before we could even respond.