Chapter 1: How it started

"I'll be fine," I groaned for at least the nineteenth time.

"We don't know that! You could get hurt," Screeched my Aunt Rosalie.

"You're totally right Aunt Rosie," I said using the nickname I had given her long ago, "The minute I walk out of this house the entire word will start shooting lasers at me. Oh how could I forget the possibility of that?"

It was cute when I was young, when Aunt Rosie was protective of me, when she would have half the family guard me in the backyard while I made snow angels or jumped into leaf piles. But now that I'm twelve (physically speaking and maybe even closer to thirteen) I should be allowed to visit a family member without someone gawking at me the whole time.

"Please, no fighting. It's okay, Rose, I said it would be all right for her to go to Christa's house alone," My mom stepped in and said. My mom was probably getting tired of Aunt Rosalie's protectiveness as mush as I was.

"How do you know?" Rosalie questioned.

"Well, One. She's not going very far, Two. There aren't any people trying to kill us at the moment, and Three. My sister, Christa, is a very reliable person."

Rosalie huffed and then said, "Then what's the big deal? One of us can go with her. Maybe you or me or Edward or maybe even Jacob!"

"She doesn't need us there, Rosalie. We can't keep sheltering everywhere she goes and I don't want Renesmee to feel trapped in our family," Bella explained. Rosalie gave humph sound and sauntered out of the room.

"Sorry, Renesmee. You know how your Aunt Rose gets and you know she worries about you the most. A little bit too much I think. Maybe if she knew my sister better then we could have avoided this situation."

"It's at least nice that Rosie still cares about me, even though I'm not a baby anymore," I said.

"True," My mom said with a little smile, "Come on, I'll take you over to Christa's house now."

My mother and I left the house and got into my dad's Volvo. I would've asked my mom if I could drive (despite that I'm physically twelve) but I didn't want to make my mom nervous (I'm really five years old, but I learned to drive when I was two years old. My Uncle Emmett taught me without my parents knowing. He had to push the gas and break petal for me though since I was so small).

It took us about five minutes to get to Christa's house with my mom speeding the whole way and making my heart sink to my stomach. Christa was my mom's older sister. When my mom was nine and Christa was twelve, Christa had been put into a mental facility because she was accused of being insane and was thought to have an extreme case of pyromania and had committed arson.

Though of course everyone knew this was ludicrous and thought there wasn't enough evidence to prove that Christa did such things. Yet the town was going through strange things at the time and I guess a rambunctious, naïve pre-teen was the closest thing they had to a scapegoat. The downside was that Christa was stuck in that facility for almost a decade and it causes new people she meets to automatically distrust her, like my Aunt Rosie.

…Anyway, Christa was let out of the mental facility when she was twenty-one and when my mom was eighteen and was just two months away from graduating high school. Christa is actually pretty nice and I believe my mother was right when she said that Christa was never insane. Christa always acted nice and calm and didn't act crazy or insane or anything like my mother would've done when she was human.

"All right, we're here now. Do you think you'll need anything?" My mom asked.

"No, but thanks. I promise to be on my best behavior," I said.

"All right then, I'll see you later. At six o'clock," My mom finally said.

"Bye, Mom! I love you," I quickly said then kissed my mom on the cheek. I opened the car door, bounced out, and slammed the door shut. I skipped gracefully up the little stone pathway of my aunt's cabin. My aunt's cabin was small (smaller than grandpa Charlie's house) with one floor and a basement with six rooms in total. I actually like it there; it was much more quaint and simple than my own home.

I waved to my mom as she drove away till I could no longer see her down the curvy road. I swiftly rang the doorbell and waited patiently for the door to open. It didn't open. I rang again. Still no answer. I finally knocked loudly at the door incase the doorbell might have broken. Still no answer…

I turned the doorknob to find the door open. Strange, this is a small town but people still locked their doors. The door squeaked open eerily like in some Hollywood, horror movie. I reluctantly peered my head through the opening and decided to step inside.

The floor did not squeak under my light footsteps and the air was still filled with a cold silence that chilled me. It didn't seem like anyone was home with all the lights turned off. I would've thought the cabin was abandoned if it wasn't for all the stuff lying around in a muddle.

"Hello," I called out. I was answered with the same silence I got at the door.

"HELLO," I called out again though much louder. Silence.

There was no one in the living room so I went into the kitchen. Nothing but a loaf of bread in sight. I ran into Christa's bedroom and found nothing again. I even then ran into the bathroom but it was as still and dark as the rest of the house. I finally then had the nerve to check the basement.

I opened the basement door as swiftly as possible so it wouldn't creak. I was surprised to find the lights on and heard what seemed to be a conversation between my Aunt Christa and a…deep-voiced stranger. I walked down the stairs just as swiftly and quietly.

My aunt's basement consisted of two rooms. One that was like a living room with a pullout couch for guests and what the stairs led to. There was a door in the first room that led to the second room. I had never been in the second room; it was always locked and I never bothered to ask what was in it. Right now though that's where I heard the voices coming from…

The door was already ajar so I peaked in through the crack and saw my aunt up against a wall with slight terror in her eyes. But there was also something wrong with Crista's eyes. Christa's eyes were sky blue (like my grandma Renee's) but right now they're as dark violet as the twilight sky over Forks.

Her eyes seemed stand out of her face and there also seemed to be weird black lines, like protruding veins, starting to grow from the tip of her eyelids and ran halfway down her cheeks and up her eyelids. It scared me. And with all I've seen in my life it was hard to scare me anymore.

"Where is it? I know you have it. And don't even try to retaliate with magic. All tear you apart before you can even touch me," I heard the deep-voiced stranger say.

I looked to where the deep voice was coming from and my breath caught. It was a man in iron, medieval armor from head to toe with a black cape that draped off only one shoulder and concealed his face except his sinister smile. Even more, thin, rusted chains hanged both off his cape and armor and practically bound him in his barbaric attire.

But it was not him that scared me; it was what he was holding that was frightening. He was holding a large scythe with that was a poorly, black-painted staff with not one, but three jagged blades attached to it. I saw there were old blood stains on the blades of the scythe even though Christa was unharmed. But how long was it until he attacked her?

"Where is it? Tell me, dang it," the deep voiced man said again with more force.

"I really don't have any idea what you're talking about. Did you lose your T.V. remote again? I can assure you it's not here," Christa replied with the best smile she could pull off on her wan face.

When they weren't looking, I moved closer into the doorway. Thankfully the door didn't creak like the last one did; maybe this door was as scared silent as I was.

Another lucky thing was just as I moved into the room, the man turned his back towards me and stared at the wall so there was no way of him noticing me. Unfortunately, Christa saw me the second I moved and made gestures with her hands behind her back for me to run.

The scary man chuckled darkly and said, "Funny. But laughter won't save you this time." He then swung is scythe menacingly. "You give the orb to me or you give me your head. Pick now I'm getting impatient."

I was so confused. What was this orb he just mentioned? Who is he? What is he? What if he kills Christa? Surely her life is more important than this orb!

Christa stayed silent. "Time's up. I think I'll put your head above my mantle place, Christa. Seems like a nice place to show it off," The dark man said and raised his scythe above his head as he was about to strike Christa. "Bye, bye," he finally announced.

About five things happened at once.

First, Christa screamed for me to run, alerting the dark man of my presence and smile even more mischievously. I would have sprinted away if my legs hadn't become immobile and my instinct to survive dormant.

Second, despite my new presence, the man continued to raise his scythe and target towards Christa's neck. That's when feeling came back to me.

Third, the man's demented scythe finally came down and just as it was about to hit Christa, my legs lurched me in the opposite direction I was supposed to go and I ended up in front of Christa. The scythe ended up hacking me down the torso instead of Christa.

Fourth, I collapsed to the ground, as expected, and heard another shout from Christa. Only this time she was just shouting my name. Suddenly my eyes started to close but I thought I started seeing fire somewhere.

Fifth, everything went black…

Author's Note: Want to find out what happens next? I can assure you Renesmee does not die. If you thought this chapter was a bit gory though, I promise you there isn't going to be another gory chapter though there will be some violence in future chapters (not much more than what you regularly read). Thankfully this is the shortest chapter and the others are much longer than this one.

Also, this is just a revised version of my original first chapter that I thought could use a bit of a touch-up. In the next few chapters, there might be a few grammar mistakes but nothing big but I'm sorry if it bothers all you Grammar Nazis out there. There shouldn't be any mistakes in the later chapters.

Finally, REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED!

-Jumpingjoy22, better known as J.J.