Preface

I stared blankly at my daughter Renesmee – astounded in how quickly she had grown up. Also at the fact she was smarter than most adults. She was a quick learner. She speaks very fluent French; thanks to Edward, my husband. Sometimes he and Renesmee had a conversation in French, but I didn't understand. All the dim memories of my childhood had almost gone as they were when I was human. That's the only thing I hated. Everything else was awesome. It's only been a year since I became a vampire. It's hard to believe because, Renesmee is growing up so well and I'm not aging, so every year is like a light year. Well, neither is Edward.

Chapter 1

Renesmee was getting restless, uneasy. I was pissed off that Edward hadn't told me that he'd gone hunting. So I decided to phone him only to hear his amazing ringtone from almost 2 minutes away – Uprising, by Muse. Our favourite song from 2009. I heard him mumbling the words, just ignoring the ringing of his phone. I couldn't help myself but sing along too. When he walked through the door, he smiled my favourite crooked smile and we couldn't help but start shouting the chorus:

They will not force us,

They will stop degrading us,

They will not control us,

And we will be victorious!

It brought back memories of the Volturi, when they tried to kill our Renesmee because Irina thought she was immortal when she is half immortal. I let Edward see what I was thinking.

"Bella, love…-"Edward tried to say but I cut him off.

"I'm okay, Edward, it just makes me think 'they' as the Volturi and the words 'us' and 'we' as well… Us all. Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rose, Alice, Jasper, Jake …Everyone." I explained.

Then we heard Renesmee scream in her high soprano voice, which seriously didn't suit her. So we ran only to find her giggling. I looked at her in horror. Edward clutched to my side. I felt tense. Then it eased away.

"Renesmee, do you want go hunting?" I asked her.

For a change, she didn't speak. She spoke in her unique way. Yes, of course I want to go hunting, flashed in my mind. She rolled her eyes; she looked like Edward whenever she did that. But with my eyes; instead of Edward's, it looked freakishly cute.