A/N: Jacob doesn't imprint on Renesmee because she looks too much like Bella, and wouldn't be able to emotionally hurt Bella that much. Aw, he's such a softie. So, here's the updated version!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA OR ANY CHARACTERS *cry*

Chapter Title/Song: 'Prolude 12/21' by: A.F.I.

Lyric: "You may forget me."

Bella and I were walking back from her first hunt. This is when I mentally heard it: a voice I haven't heard in over ninety years. I stopped in my tracks.

"Edward, what's wrong?" Bella asked.

"Nothing," I lied. Then in my mind, I heard another thing that I never thought was possible. And I almost went berserk.

When we got to the line of trees after jumping the river, we could see Jacob waiting just outside the house. I hadn't seen him since Renesmee's birth, when he stormed out of the house. Bella cautiously walked over and they started talking to him. I was so pissed off that I could barely hear what they were saying.

"You. Are. A. Dead. Little Puppy," I hissed at him, ready to pounce.

He then dropped the F-Bomb, but you could barely hear it because a high-pitched squeal of, "Edward!!!" erupted by the house. Then I was nearly tackled by the force of my sister hugging my. My sister. My actual twin sister was a vampire.

"You're supposed to be dead," I said after she let go of me and I had enough air in my lungs to talk.

"Me?!? Technically, you're supposed to be dead, Mr. I-died-of-Spanish-Influenza. I'm not the one with a tombstone next to our parents. In fact, I don't even have a tombstone, I was just forgotten. These things happen when you're not at home anymore: no one cares about you anymore," she made a pouting face, but I could tell that she was trying not to break out into a huge smile.

"Wait," Bella interrupted, totally confused, "Your parents? You two are siblings?"

"Twins, actually," I admitted. Even as vampires we still looked like twins. She was even turned at the same age I was. The only exception was that her hair was a dirty blondish color and more feminine features. Her clothes were different than I had seen her last in, which was sometime in the early 1900s. Now, she wore skinny jeans, heels, a flowing yellow top, and her long hair was down.

I didn't expect her eyes to be golden, however.

When I asked her that, she said, "I realized 'Why drink from icky strangers, when I can just have cute little woodland creatures instead?' I just that smart"

"You must have lost your intelligence."

"Huh?"

"What's this between you and Jacob?"

"Nothing," she smiled her usual 'innocent' smile that she'd been using since we were kids. Mentally, she was cursing.

"A werewolf imprints on you and it is 'nothing'?"

"Precisely," at this point, Bella's mouth was forming a perfect 'O'.