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Summery: Seven years after her birth, Renesmee Cullen is fourteen. Her abilities are becoming harder to use and after being attacked by her uncle when she bled from a cut on her finger, it's realized the changes are more serious than anyone thought. The human side of her is beginning to dominate, and the only world she's ever known is crumbling around her. The arrival of an old enemy who was thought to be dead further complicates things as he begins to fool Renesmee with his charm. Even more confused, what will poor little Renesmee do?

A/N: So, just to let everyone know, I haven't read Breaking Dawn and I am just now reading Eclipse. I cheated and looked up Edward Cullen on wikipedia, and found out that he and Bella had a baby, so I couldn't get that fact out of my mind and I eventually came up with this. If it doesn't follow the books with some history, sorry!

Don't forget to review please!

Prologue.

"We need to visit them, they can figure out what's going on for sure." Bella said with confidence. Her voice also showed signed of stubbornness, like if Edward and the rest of the Cullen family refused, it wouldn't stop her.

Edward snarled. "No. Everything is fine with Renesmee, it's just…it's just a bad night." He grumbled through his teeth.

"Bad night?" Bella repeated, with a fake tone of amusement. She shook her head as she ran her pale, cold hand through her dark wavy hair. "Edward, please!" She said as the frustration began to show in her voice. "Something is wrong with our daughter! You smelt her blood tonight; it never has smelt that…that…that human. We need to go see them and find out what is going on with her, if anyone can, it's them."

Edward breathed out then pressed his lips tightly together as he sat down in a thump on the plush couch. He brought his hand to his face and mumbled something quietly in anger.

"Edward, son….Bella may be right about this." Carlisle said in a concerned voice, directed to not only Edward but the rest of the family as well.

Standing at the top of the staircase I would have thought they'd been able to tell that I was there, listening to their somewhat heated conversation about me and the smell of my blood; but they didn't once look my way, either not sensing me or not caring if I over heard.

It all seemed like a bad dream, the events that had happened within the past few hours were something that I never expected would…or could happen.

It all had happened so quickly. One minute I was trying to open a can of soda, the next I cut my finger, and then the next I was being pounced on by my uncle Jasper. They were preparing to go hunting for blood; their thirst was weakening as every minute went by. I stopped my uncle Jasper before he headed out the door, I shouldn't have done that. I had just asked him a question, and then as he answered I opened a can of soda that cut my index finger. It was only a little bit of blood, but it was enough to set the following events in motion. The hunger built in his eyes as his voice started to trail off and the next thing I know he was trying to bite me, or suck the blood from my finger. My mother and father lunged for him just as the scream left my lips. I wasn't hurt too bad physically, only had a sore spot on my arm where my mother grabbed my arm and shielded me behind her as my father ushered Jasper out the door with the help of my grandfather and other uncle, Emmett. But emotionally, I was hurt. My uncle Jasper still was outside, wondering with my aunt and his love, Alice.

I didn't understand what happened, my father carried me up to bed and told me "not to worry" and to "get some sleep", before everything could fully progress in my mind. Then he swiftly took left the room and went downstairs. I had waited nearly five minutes before I scurried out of my room as quietly as possible. My half-human side made me somewhat noisy as I walked, unlike my vampire family.

From the sound of the conversation since I began listening, or eavesdropping, I had heard a lot about something being wrong with my blood, that it smelt more human than vampire. By smell, you couldn't tell I had any vampire in me, as before you could smell my blood and know I was the daughter of a vampire. I held my breath twice as they spoke. I had to still be half-vampire; I could still give people visions of my feelings or memories when I touched them, my mother had commented on me being confused before when my father was getting Jasper away. I also was still very pale, only a soft warm-glow to my cheeks. I was able to speak with my father within our minds, and last time I checked, I was a fast runner and I could jump higher than the average human. I could still feel some emotions of others just by looking at them. There was no way my blood solely smelt like a human now, and didn't before.

I had no clue who my mother and grandfather were insisting on bring me too. My father clearly wanted to keep me away from them, as my grandmother Esme just remained quiet. I had seen her briefly as my father carried me up the stairs; she was holding her nose with the saddest expression on her face. I could feel that she was upset, that the temptation of my blood was trying to corrupt her nature of being a "vegetarian" vampire. I wasn't quite sure of what my uncle Emmett and aunt Rosalie thought of this whole situation, they had remained quiet and more than likely lost in thought about the events that had transpired tonight.

I heard a fist slam on against the wall, followed by a snarl that could be identified as my uncle Emmett. "Stop being so damn stubborn Edward!" Emmett angrily said. "I might like taking things easy and as a joke sometimes, but damnit, something is wrong with Nessie and you, as her father, need to take this seriously."

"Do not tell me how to take care of MY daughter, Emmett." My father growled, his tone also angry.

I felt myself tremble at the anger in both of their voices, the frustration. I never heard either my father or uncle Emmett sound so…so…I've never heard them sound like that before. It scared me. Something was wrong with me. Maybe I need to pay more attention to what has been happening to me within the past few weeks.

I sat on the top step of the stairs as my grandfather tried to settle Emmett and my father down. Then I did my best to block their voices out; taking a deep breath I tried to focus on the events that happened before this night. Like at school on that beautifully sunny-day; gym class, track around the large field. I wore the regulation tee-shirt and the choice of capris, usually my pale skin was sun-burnt after outdoor activities, but that day and every outdoor activity since, my skin remained the pale color with a soft glow of blush. Another change was that the taste of animal blood was beginning to taste…wrong. Minutes after I digested it during the last family hunting trip, my stomach was in knots and I felt like throwing up. Which was odd, when I was younger I always preferred the taste of animal blood, or even the blood that came from raw food, but since that day it's just tasted wrong; and I began eating more human food. Those were only some changes, there was more, like since last year I began aging normally, like other children did. It was odd, but nobody seemed to be concerned much, they thought my age was slowing down now that I was a teenager.

"It's settled, Edward!" My mother shouted, interrupting my train of thought. I stood on the stairs and leaned over the banister to see my family's face. My father didn't looked please. "I will bring her to them by myself, without you, if you won't go Edward. That is our baby, my baby that I carried inside of me. I love her and I won't allow this to go on any longer than it has to for mine and her sake." Bella continued, using her motherly worried voice that I hadn't heard much of, but knew it just the same. Edward continued to look at her, his topaz eyes glued to her eyes. "I need to know what is wrong with her, and I want you there with us but if you won't go then –"

"I'll go." He interrupted with that musically soft voice. My father looked away from my mother and looked directly at the staircase, directly at me. Go get packed and dress, we need to leave tonight. He said to me within his mind, his gaze still on mine.

The whole family seemed to turn to look at me, everyone seemed sad and upset. I looked at my father and nodded; I turned on the stairs and hurried up them and down the long hall to my room.

.x.

Before we had left the house, my family took less than an hour to go hunt so they wouldn't be hungry on the flight. My grandfather had a long discussion with Jasper, who looked at me with apologetic eyes. Then all seven of us had driven to the airport and we all loaded a plane to Italy. I was still as confused as ever, but I didn't ask questions. It would be a long flight, from Maine to Italy. I could ask my questions through out the flight, if I could get my mind to settle down. I looked out my window, out at the darkened sky we flew in. The stars seemed still so far away, even though we were so far up, the puffy clouds didn't seem as puffy anymore. I glanced briefly at my wrist watch, it was already midnight. Nearly everyone was sleep, or they were asking for pillows from the flight attendants in sleepy voices, or turning off the light above their heads.

I wish I could sleep, but my mind was so wrapped in thought. I looked over at my mom, who seemed relaxed in her seat. Her pale face was still, as she stared at the back of the seats in front of us that were both occupied by my father. I reached over and gently tapped my mother's shoulder. She blinked as she looked at me, a small smile on her lips.

"Yes sweetie?" She asked softly in a low voice. I saw my father's head flinch and glance quickly back at us, before he continued staring ahead. I sighed as I looked at my mother.

"Where are we going?" I asked in a whisper as I leaned closer to her. I knew it wouldn't help the sound of our voices much, my family could still hear what me and my mother said. "I mean, I know we're going to Italy, but, why? And why is da…I mean...Edward, so upset? Is he still mad at me for…?"

"I'm not mad at you for anything Renesmee." My father's soft voice broke in.

He remained still in his seats and I wasn't sure if he said this aloud or within his mind.

My mother gave me a reassuring smile. "See? Edward isn't mad at you. It's just…just this situation which is not your fault."

I looked at her with confusion. My father moved swiftly to the vacant seat next to my mother, he looked at my mother than me. "We're going to Volterra, Renesmee." My father softly told me. An even more confused look came across my face as my eyes flickered back and forth between my mother and father.

"But, isn't that where the Voltu-"

"Yes, that is why we are going there." He interrupted, as he looked away from me and leaned back in his seat. My eyes budded from my head as I sat fully up in my seat, nearly on the edge.

"Why?" I demanded slightly loud, as I crossed my arms in front of my chest, glaring at both of my parents. A passing flight attendant gave me a look, but I just rolled my eyes then whispered in a hasty voice. "You saw what happened when uncle Jasper smelt my blood, and I've heard stories about that family, if my blood is smelling more human then going there is like bringing me to my execution. Do you bring heroin around a freaking heroin addict? No, you do not! So why, for the love of all that is…"

My father pressed his lips together as he gritted his pearl white teeth together. "They won't touch you." He growled in a low, angered voice. His hands balled into tight fists.

"We all will be there Renesmee, they won't harm you. I promise, sweetie." My mother said as she took my hand into her cold hands.

I looked at my mother and nodded, deciding to let my protesting drop. There wasn't anything I could do about it now. "Thank you mo...Bella, and thank you Edward." I said as my gaze looked back and forth at both of them.

Over the next few hours all I did was sit in my seat, quiet. I rarely spoke, which was fine by me. We had to board a different flight in order to get to Volterra. I tried to think that it would be fine, but I wasn't stupid. I could read within the first month of my birth, granted it was those cardboard books with big letters, but as time passed I was able to read smaller print. I was smart, and I knew humans don't go to the Volturi unless they plan on being dinner. I kept my thinking about that to a minimum, every time I got to deep in thought my father would intrude into my mind and say something comforting, like

"Don't worry, we'll keep you safe. I'll keep you save" or "Stop worrying, everything will be fine.". It was easy for him to say…err…think that to me. Sitting next to him made it harder to think about that, when I was in his view and vice versa it felt uncomfortable to think about stuff; I felt like it was easier for him to listen to my thoughts when we could see each other, or close to each other. He did intrude once, when I was worrying too much. He wouldn't leave my mind, and we had exchanged glares.

Finally, instead of thinking that I need to not think about that, he started to think about nicer and funnier things for me; like when we went hunting when I was five after I watched Disney's Bambi and Robin Hood. I refused to let them eat foxes, or bears, or bunnies, or dears. I cried when they did and we ended up having to go to the grocery store for the next few weeks into order to get some animal blood from the raw steaks and other foods. I couldn't help but laugh as he filled my thoughts with those fun little memories.

I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder during our mind-conversation, the next time I opened my eyes I was in a darkened car, the gentle rumble from the fast speed we were going woke me. I looked around the car, my head still on my father's shoulder. My grandfather drove, next to him was my grandmother, and then my mother was on the other side of me, gently rubbing my back.

"How much longer?" I asked sleepily as my eye lids opened and closed, the movement of the car began feeling like a gentle rocking motion. My father's cool hand pressed against my warm ear, pushing my head down to his shoulder.

"We won't be there for at least two hours, just sleep." He softly said, the musical voice sounded like a lullaby and I closed my eyes once again.

The car stopped. I awoke as soon as the engine shut off. I looked around the car, only finding my grandmother in the front seat. She was still and alert as she looked out of the window-shield. I took a deep breath, as I sat up straight and tried to look out the seat to see what she saw.

"Grandma Esme?"

She remained still in her seat. "Yes, sweetie?" She asked in a weary voice.

"What's going on?" I asked, leaning forward to her seat.

"We're here." Esme softly said, she finally blinked as she spoke. Her eyes went back to being fixated outside. I could feel the nervousness from her, the afraid feeling to blink or move because something bad could burst into the car. "Carlisle and your parents went inside; Rosalie and Jasper are in the car behind us, Alice and Emmett are by the front door." She continued softly.

"Grandma…should I be worried?" I asked in a whisper.

She was silent and still. If I didn't know any better I would think she was dead or comatose, but finally she spoke.

"No Renesmee. We all are going to keep you safe, the Volturi will not harm you. They may be one of the oldest families, but they are not the strongest…not when it comes to protecting loved ones." She finally turned to look at me. Her soft brown eyes stared into my eyes as her cool hands took mine in hers. "They dare to harm you and I will kill them myself, no one hurts my family, and Edward, Bella, and everyone else feels the same. You are safe with us, never doubt that Renesmee."

I looked at my grandmother with teary eyes as the light above us turned on, my grandmother's head turned quickly to the driver's side to see my grandfather's head in the opened doorway.

"They've agreed to see us." Carlisle said in an even voice. His eyes looked at me with concern. He must have noticed the tears in my eyes.

"I'm fine." I said dryly as I slid to the right side of the seat and pushed open the door. I had barely stood completely up on the wet, concrete ground, but my father and grandfather were already standing in front of me, looking very stiff and serious. I took a deep breath and closed the car door.

"So now what?" I asked with a shrug, as my father took a step besides me, my grandfather took a step to my other side.

"I'm not completely alright with this…" My father began to admit. "Just stay quiet and stay by my side." He ordered in a whisper as he swiftly walked into a large darkened building, or house, I couldn't really tell. It was dark, very dark.

I clung tightly on to my father, his arm wrapped around my shoulders. I glanced over at my grandfather; he looked just as serious and alert. Which brought the question, why the hell were we here? Behind us, I could hear four sets of footsteps which must have belonged to my mother, grandmother, aunt and uncle.

Maybe two minutes of walking through dark corridor after corridor, we came to stop in front of a large wooden door. Carlisle brought his hand to the door and gently opened it, his head disappearing into the crack.

"Carlisle! Such a pleasant surprise to have you and your family drop by, next time you should call; I could have arranged a snack for you all." A deep voice joyfully said, followed with a long whiffed. "Ah, I see you brought the little one…how nice, bring Renesmee in, I can't wait to see her."

The grip of my father tightened, as he pulled me closer in a brief hug that nearly lifted me off the ground. My feet were set on the floor as the door began to open wider, but his grip remained the same. I couldn't breathe the moment my eyes saw the room and we began walking forward.

A group of young, beautiful, pale-skinned adults surrounded one who looked older than the rest but still young. The was room was lit by the glow of the fireplace and only one lamp in the far corner.

"I see some things haven't changed." The deep voice that spoke moments ago said with a deep laugh. "Edward, loosen up. You are so protective of your women."

"She's my daughter, she's half-human, you're human-eating vampires – I have every damn right to be protective." Edward coldly said in a blunt voice, his grip around me tightening slightly. My mother moved next to me and her arm wrapped around my waist, her hand took hold of the end Edward's coat. My uncle, aunt and grandmother stayed behind me. They all acted like a shield, another reason I was concerned.

The man gave my father a look with a raised brow; he just nodded at him before his gaze turned to me. "Oh the little hybrid, Renesmee." He commented, not specifically to me. He finally looked at Carlisle. "So, why have you brought her to me?"

"Is she ours now?"

"Ooooh, lemme tie her up and lemme play with her!"

"No me first! I want to play first!"

"I want to bite her!"

"Oooh! No! I want to bite her!"

The out cry of the fellow vampires that hung back into the shadows behind the master-front man scared me. The moment they began speaking my family fiercely snarled, growled, and kept a tight hold on me, as if warning them not to dare try and touch me.

The master-front man held his hand up for his followers to stop their hissing. His dark gaze turned back to Carlisle. "Well? I would like to know why Carlisle?"

My grandfather stumbled for the right words and I began to open my mouth.

Don't you dare. My father's voice whistled through my mind like an alarm siren. I closed my mouth and looked at my grandfather as he began speaking, elaborating the events that have been transpiring.

"Look, we would have never came here if it wasn't important, no offence." Carlisle said in his business-type voice as he began to close the explanation down. "We are worried about her, and none of us are sure what is wrong." He looked over at me with saddened eyes before looking back at the master-front man.

The master-front man seemed interested in what Carlisle told him, he rubbed his chin as he looked at me with wonder in his eyes. "She was born while her mother was human, there is a very good possibility she is gaining more of the human-nature of her now that she is older." He carefully explained. "But, that actually could be quiet bad for you, Renesmee." He said looking at me seriously. "Do you know why?" He asked in an undermining way.

I looked up at Edward. He told me not to speak, why I wasn't sure, but now I had too. I looked for some sign from him on his face, a sign of approval or disapproval. He nodded once as I watched his topaz-blue eyes changed to a deep golden, nearly black color. I looked away and back at the front man.

"Yes. I do know why." I said softly in a whisper. "Humans, or mortals, aren't allowed to know of the existence of vampires."

He nodded at me with a grin. "Very good, you've done your homework. Now please, tell me, in your own words, what is happening to you? Any dreams, maybe a fantasies or desire? What about your take on your family? I'm very interested in you now, Renesmee. I wish to know everything." The front man said as his eyes narrowed on me.

Was he trying to dazzle me? I had to keep myself from shuddering at that thought. A snarl came from behind me.

"We didn't come here to play twenty-questions!" Emmett said in a loud commanding voice.

"We came here to play one question, one answer. We asked our question and now, you better give us some answers." Alice piped in, her tone similar to Emmett's.

Annoyed….great, I was going to be in a room with many annoyed vampires. Peachy. I breathed in and out as I tried to relax my tense nerves. This shouldn't be affecting me so much. I should be alright with this! What the hell was wrong me!?

"Look goddamnit!" I shouted over the hissing voices around me. "I have no idea what is going on with me, okay? All I know is, I've bleed before and none of my family has ever tried to harm me and it's happened when they were hungry too, but tonight, my blood tempted my uncle Jasper nearly to the point of no return. It tempted everyone! Everyone had to hold their nose or leave the room. My mother demanded we come here for answers and damnit, I want them now." I said in a demanding voice, similar to my aunt and uncle's. The Volturi gang of vampires glared me, the front-man seemed impressed by my attitude but he still glared.

"Tsk-tsk." He clicked his tongue. "You all have forgotten the magic word." He said with an amused laugh as he stood and stalked his way in front of me and my father.

Edward's grip on me became nearly a choking grip, the sides of me began hurting but I knew he was just trying to keep me safe, so they couldn't get me from his arms.

"And what's that?" I heard my mother ask.

"Please." The front man said with another laugh as he stopped in front of me and Edward.

I looked up at my father who glared blankly at the man. "Please." He finally mumbled.

The front man smiled like he had just accomplished a lifelong dream when my father said please, he looked down at me finally. "May I take your daughter's hand for a moment?" He asked my parents.

They wearily looked at him.

"I just required her hand, simply to smell it." He assured with a quick, teeth bearing grin. It took them a moment or two, but they nodded in approval. He nodded his head in return and he held his hand out, waiting for mine.

I cautiously removed my arm from the safety and comfort from around my father and placed my hand on top of the front man's palm. He studied it for what seemed like ages; finally he pricked the scar from the cut I had gotten earlier than set this all in motion. The blood eased out and the look of hunger came across the front man's face.

"NO!" My family growled. My father yanked me away from the front man and placed me behind him as Emmett blocked me from behind. The group of vampires hissed and snarled and suddenly I felt like I was going to be sick, or pass out, or maybe both.

Finally the front man shouted, "ENOUGH!"

Everyone stopped and stepped back, my family still alert and surrounding me like a shield. The front man hung his head towards Carlisle and Edward. "I sincerely apologize….I didn't mean to try and open your bottle of wine." He said as if he was making a joke about it, leaving me under the impression he really wasn't sorry.

He took a long whiff of the air; no doubt my blood filled it. Tempting every vampire in the room, relative or not. His eyes closed as he appeared to be savoring the smell. I stared on at the sight confused. He opened them and looked at me and my family.

"The vampire side in her is slowly fading away. Her blood already smells more human. Yes, she may share DNA with her vampire father, but, because of her mother's genes it's dominating." He explained slowly. "It's up to you what to do, Cullens. We can't harm her because of Edward's DNA in her body, but she will grow like any normal mortal and her powers will still be there, just not as strong. So the question to you is, do you want your precious Renesmee to live forever? Or experience what you all didn't?"

To Be Continued…