A.N.: Hey everyone, this is my first Twilight fanfic. I really wanted to capture the essence of Renesmee and Jacob's relationship after Breaking Dawn. Please enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything affiliated to it. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer.

(Sorry for the short Chapter One. It's sort of a 'prologue', if you will)

Chapter One:

A Secret

It was cold. I was strapped onto a gurney. The gurney's positioning near the sun-light warmed my skin. (Well, it wasn't necessarily a "gurney", but it looked like one. Even though it was a bed, my parents were still wanted to make sure I was "secure" enough in my own room.) The sun-light had its own sort of luminescence-it had a certain glow to it. I wanted my own sun. I thrived for my own sun; it's the thing that stopped me from being depressed, sad.

Adoring the sun-no, admiring the sun-was my favorite pastime. It reminded me of the outside rather than being stuck here, alone in my room. Not that I minded being alone. I actually preferred to be alone. I didn't want to face the truth that was awaiting me outside of the walls.

The truth, you ask? The truth that I'm not normal. Well, no one is normal in my family. Our skin glows in the sun-light, that's why I must watch from afar. Another thing, we drink blood. Well, animal blood, but that's beside the point.

The second truth is that I'm different from my family. I can't even go outside, I glow too much. And my thirst is insatiable; I need animal blood and regular blood. I'm ten times faster than my father, and my mother. Now, being fast, it's not even strength-wise, it's mental and physical. Right now, I'm only, literally, two years old. I look, sixteen. But, mentally, I act like an adult.

Being who I am, a half/half, takes its toll on me. I don't believe I'm a full… like I mean something. I cannot be worthy enough to have parents the way I do, feelings the way I do. Why was this all given to me? Why can't I be able to go outside like the rest of them? To be able to grow up normally?

When my parents had me, I caused my mother pain. Tearing through her stomach, causing her to cry out and scream. The pain she felt was unbearable. I remember how it felt to be inside her, drinking fresh, warm blood. She didn't want to drink the blood-she hesitated.

I feel an immense about of pain for the trouble I've caused. Everyone tells me it isn't my fault for why I am different, but I feel like it is. Why was I made? I've heard that vampires cannot breed, let alone with a human. Why me? What it is about us Cullens' that makes us set apart from this universe of creatures?

I guess I'm over-thinking this. I just need to clear my head. The sun could probably help me. But, I can't…

Maybe, I'll just head downstairs.

As I slowly escaped my den, I heard a noise. I was positioned in between the doorway and the hallway, still leaning in from the door. I smelled a husky smell, almost woodland-like, it was beautiful.

"No," I heard a voice speak, sharply. It was mother's. Her voice was high-pitched, musical, like holy bells in a cathedral. "I don't want her to know about this yet."

"Bells, you are so stern now. Just give me a chance. I'll prove to her; I'll show her. She needs to break out of this solitary confinement you've put her in." That voice was different. Huskier, manly.

"Solitary confinement? I think not. I'm just trying to protect her. I don't want her to be rejected by anyone or anything," my mother spoke again.

"Rejection…. Funny, you speak like I don't know a thing about rejection." The man's voice was harsher. I heard heavy footsteps. They were thudding towards the front door.

"Jake…" my mother sounded sad. Her supersonic agility brought her towards the area where the man was headed.

"Jake, please… I'm sorry. I-I don't want Renesmee to feel what I… what I put you through. She's my everything, my world."

"Don't you think I feel the same way? She's my imprint, Bella. I know what you mean. She's all I think about, all I live for."

Imprint? I was pondering what that meant. And I'm some guy's world? His life-force? I don't know him. And why did my mother know him? Were they acquaintances from before? I couldn't fathom this. But, yet, a part of me wanted to go downstairs. A cold, dark place in the recesses of my immortal soul wanted to meet this man. He was compelling; it was like a force was calling me to him. But why did my mother try to stop this?

"Jake, I need some time. She doesn't know about your world. She doesn't know about anything else supernatural. And will she be allowed to be with you? I need to coordinate this with Edward before I-" My mother was rambling and the man interrupted her.

"Whatever, Bells. I love her, and you both are going to prohibit me, anyway," the man said, coldly. I heard the door's loud slam reign throughout my earlobes.

The man aptly named, Jake, left. And for a moment, I felt sad. He loved me and I just wanted to meet him. I wanted to speak with him; share my world with him. On a stranger note, it felt like I knew him from somewhere. These things called parents, why did they have to interfere?