Synopsis:

This is an Alternate Universe storyline. In this storyline, Edward never heard Renesmee's thoughts. She, like Bella, he can't hear them. With that being said, because he never heard them, he never bonded with her, and never learned to love her. Along with him, neither did his family. Except for a selected few that appreciated Renesmee. After she over hears a conversation, Renesmee sees herself the same as her family sees her. The monster that murdered her mother. But also, she see's that her Father was a much happier person before she was born, and that she also took her mother from him. After the conversation, Renesmee decides she needs to give back to her father, what she took away, and decides that the only way for her family to be happy again, is for her to leave.

However, before she leaves, she visits her grandfather Charlie Swan. Renesmee confides in Charlie how she feels. He tells her that, even though Charlie knows that Renesmee is different, he tells her he still loves her. Building a concrete hard bond with Renesmee and Charlie. He tells Renesmee he will keep their visit safe, in exchange for her to visit once in a while.

Authors Note.

Before anyone says, "This is stupid"

Try to look at it from the Cullen's point of view, they had to watch Bella suffer while she was pregnant, they now have to call Renesmee family. For those who are going to say "The Cullen's are smarter then that, this is impossible" look at it this way as an example, Say if James didn't succeed in finding Bella, and instead turned into a good person. Would they consider him a friend, ally, or acquaintance? For me, I don't think so.

Other changes in this storyline: Renesmee has never met the Volturi, and Jacob never returned to Bella when she was pregnant. Therefore, he's never met Renesmee, nor has he imprinted on her.

Copyright: All rights go to Stefanie Meyer. ALL characters are hers. However the storyline, is mine. That's all that you need to know.

Echo

Chapter 1

Let it go.

30 years ago.

I stared out of my bedroom window as rain pelted the glass. As much as I usually dislike the rain, today I found myself welcoming the rain. However, I wasn't only staring at the rain. I was staring at my own reflection. Nothing about it was different, My hair reached to the tops of my waists in a mangled mesh of ringlets, that as plain as they were, still were shiny and slick. I was wearing a tan turtleneck sweater, and a pair of aged jeans, and black and white sneakers.

It was the same reflection I'd been looking at, but a strange feeling glued it to me, as if it was the most precious thing I'll have. Even though each day I aged up faster, it seemed to me I aged up slower. I had only turned 2, three days ago. I knew it was only me that thought that I didn't look any different. Even though time said I was 2 years old, physical and mentality said I was 12 years old.

I slowly spun myself away from the window, to face my bedroom. I knew that what I had planned today, had to be done. But I decided that, I needed to remember everything about the life I was about to leave. I needed to remember what color the paint on my walls were, the color my carpet was, and the patterns on my bed sheets. I stared at the room I had spent 2 years in, and took in this last memory of having it the way that it was.

I walked slowly across my bedroom floor, letting my hand glide over the wood of my bed frames foot-board, the small vanity stand, my dresser. Lastly, I let my hand explore the small porcelain ice-skating, and ballerina figurines on my nightstand, next to my bed. My aunt Rose had gotten me one each time she'd seen one I hadn't obtained yet. Sometimes she would go to different countries for them. It was my small obsession. I loved winding the bottoms of them and hearing the different songs they had to sing. Different messages they all had to say. I related to them on a level.

My mother, Aunt Rose, and Grandpa Charlie, are the only people I've known to care for me. My father including my other grandparents, Carlisle and Esme, My other aunt Alice or Uncle Jasper, have never cared for me. In fact, they had made it clear to me, they did not want anything to do with me. They still treasured my Mother, but only had it in for me.

My Father was most blunt then anyone when it came to giving me the hint to go away. Each time my father was playing Piano, I would try to watch and learn how to play, only for him to shew me away some how, or simply tell me "Shouldn't you be studying? I'm trying to focus." I may be young, but I wasn't stupid and took the hint to leave.

Carlisle, on my Mothers wish, kept up with my appointments, other then that, each time I'd tried to interact with him, he would never voice how disgusted he was with me, but he made it obvious enough that I had given up a long time ago in winning his affections.

Esme avoided me at all cost, when avoidance was inevitable, she would simply nod, smile, and retreat with a parting comment, each time I would try and speak with her.

Alice and Jasper, however, were not as easy to speak or even see of. The only way I could explain it was that, Alice would see me coming and bolt with Jasper, or they moved and just rarely visited.
My uncle Emmett on the other hand, interacted a lot more with me. I have a feeling it was for my Aunt Rose, but he never gave too much about himself. He was the same goofiness he displayed with everyone else, with me. If he hated me, he was talented at hiding it.

My grandfather, Carlisle, usually to educate me in vampire History. Even though I had never met the Volturi, my mother said I needed to know about them thoroughly. A day before my birthday though, my Mother informed me that, she was going to further my education. She didn't give me much information much that she said that Carlisle had taught me all he needed to teach me, and that she could continue it further. Although, I had to pretend to act like I didn't know anything, because on the contrary, I had over heard my parents talk, the same day my mother had told me about my education.

My hand relaxed when I finally scribbled down the final sentence of my homework, leaving me to date it. I scribbled down todays date, Wednesday, September 10th.

It was 9:30 when I closed the cover of my history study book, over the homework I was to turn into my Mom tomorrow, with a feeling of refreshment. I was finished with my homework, my birthday was in a few hours, my only work now was to be as regular a child, as I could be. The half-vampire trait, was hard to ditch but what kept them at bay were my restrictions my Mother had put I wasn't to use my vampire-speed for anything but an emergency. I also wasn't to venture into town if I was hunting or outside playing. I also absolutely was not to use my gift with anyone but my family. Being normal had its challenges, but wasn't completely impossible. I still liked playing with dolls, watching T.v. Shows, and playing Mario games. I knew that other kids at the age I was at also had friends they regularly spent time with, but neither me, or my family had much choice but to home-school me. I didn't attend any computer schools though, my mother had to required materials to educate me.

My favorite part of today though, was jumping into my bed, and watching my favorite show before I went to sleep. After I raised up from my desk, I used my vampire speed and flitted across my room to my dresser and exchanged my long-sleeved shirt and pants, for a pair of plush sweats, and a light blue t-shirt. I loved the feeling of replacing the rough and tightness of day-clothing, for light and soft night clothing. The waistband of my sweats adapted to me, and my shirt freeing my arms of the restriction. I didn't use my vampire-speed to go to the bed, In fact I took my time going to my bed. I walked over to the night stand next to my bed, and picked up my favorite porcelain figurine, and winded the key from the bottom.

The ice-skater posed as a beautiful swan, spreading her arms out in front of her, balanced on one leg, and leaning forward as if she was soaring through the sky. She spun in circles, as her lullaby chimed. As she spun around, I noticed small builds of dust on her platform, I would have to take my dust-rag tomorrow and wipe the dust off.

When her lullaby was over, I threw the blankets from my bed. I was about to crawl into them when I heard voices in the kitchen. Even though I was up in my room, I had much stronger hearing then any human with the best hearing. That much I obtained from being half-vampire. However, from my age, I was having trouble distinguishing what they were saying.

My father couldn't hear my thoughts so he wouldn't be able to hear me decide to eaves-drop. Perhaps it was about my birthday? I wondered in excitement. Vampires were hard to sneak up on though. My Mom may be disappointed if I eaves-dropped, though, too. If its about my birthday plans, just one little hint couldn't possibly hurt. I won't listen about the presents, I'll just listen about what they may do.

I was relieved for once that my Mother required me to have my door open, I wouldn't have to worry about the door being quiet. What I did have to worry about were creaks, my breathing, and scent. I used the tops of my feet to pad through my door and to the end of the hall. The sharp corner that lead to my kitchen was a few feet away from me. From there I was able to hear the conversation clearly, and decided to stay where I was. However, now, I wished I hadn't.

"What do they have against her, so bad, that they refuse to even celebrate her birthday?" My Mom said sharply to my father.

"It's nothing personal towards her, Bella. They just wanted to get away for a little while." My father replied with a hint of calm and cool in equal degree.

"I'm not stupid, Edward. I'm also not asking for a gigantic extravagant party. Just for her to have her family around her. A family I thought, cared for her as much as I do. But I guess Rose and you are the only secondary party. And I don't know why-"

"Bella, we had to watch you suffer. And practically be torn open because of that creature! Why should she savagely murder you, and she still gets rewarded? I'm sorry Bella, but I am ashamed. I am ashamed that not only must I say I created such a vile creature, but that I am also forced to say she's my 'daughter'. She is by biology, but not by my account. She took your humanity. I wanted you to keep your humanity and thanks to her, you got it literally ripped away from you. She will not be rewarded with my love."

I heard a sharp gasp filled with a mixture of hurt and disappointment.

"I can't believe you said that, Edward. Is that really how you all feel?"

"I've tried really hard Bella. I just can't develop any kind of fatherly love towards Renesmee. I'm too disgusted. As for the rest of the family, They've never expressed their feelings towards Renesmee or to me, out of respect for you."

My heart that had been resting on a single plank of a platform, crashed to the bottoms of my feet. Shattering into pieces, and leaving a lump in my throat at his words.I looked down at the floor, and tried to restrain the tears that threatened my eyes, Swallowing several times and clenching my jaw to the point I thought it would shatter seemed to help.

"Let me tell you something Edward... Renesmee did not ask to be born. If you remember right, I was the one that fought. Not Renesmee, I'll just keep Renesmee out of everyone's way from now on."

I flitted up stairs as my mother stormed from the kitchen, in an effort to conceal my nosiness. When I got into my room I dove into my blankets once again. Only, I couldn't relax this time. I wasn't happy, either. Sadness and guilt consumed me. My own father hated me? I knew he didn't care too much for me, but I always thought that maybe he had something fatherly towards me. But I was wrong. I was a monster to him. I never meant to be.

Fresh tears stung the bottoms of my eye-lids, and after a few moments warm tears streaked down my face. I focused my eyes out of my window and watched the ironc lightning flashes illuminate the sky. My mind crawled deeper and deeper into thoughts, as if I was having a conversation with myself in my head. The conversation topic was strangely calming as intense as the topic was.

My father said I had taken away my Mothers life, and destroyed his as well. Perhaps I could give them a better life, by leaving them. I could make It on my own, how hard could it be? I would go to a place no body would ever think I was at. I could hide some where in Forks. My thoughts stopped there. I couldn't be in Forks anymore. I would need to leave Forks. I could do it after my birthday, so I could spend one last birthday with my Mom and Rose. I wasn't worried about my Dad anymore. This was my birthday present to him. He would never have to live with me at all anymore. Or have to call me his daughter. He could pretend I never existed, after my Mom was done being sad. This thought left me with an equal amount of sadness and calmness. I would miss my Mom and Rose deeply, but I was happy that after all this time, maybe I would make my Dad happy for once.

I hadn't known I had fallen asleep until a loud buzz sound blared through my alarm clock. I sighed and rubbed my eyes free of sleep and crushed my snooze button.

It was September 13th, today. I knew it seemed harsh to do this on my Mothers birthday, but the sooner I did this, the harder it would be to deny myself. I was already having doubts. Maybe if I just give Dad time... No. No more time. I went two years with this theory with absolutely no result.

Remembering the conversation between my mother and my father made it easier. And knowing that for my Mothers birthday, my Father was taking my Mother somewhere for her birthday. I wasn't sure were, it wasn't that important. I was glad she wouldn't be here for my disappearance. I jumped from my thoughts when my Mothers voice summoned me from downstairs. I raced through my bedroom door and stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at my Mother. I would miss her beauty, and simply seeing her.

She was dressed in a grey dress, the neck stretched up to cover her neck and the sleeves reached to the ends of her wrists, black leggings, and her black boots. A warm but sad-like smile plastered on her face.
"Me and your Dad are going to take off. " she informed. She continued, "Don't forget to go over to Carlisle and Esme's house at 5 o'clock this evening." she instructed.

She ascended the stairs to wrap her arms around me.
"I'll miss you, Ness. I'll see you in a couple of days." she instructed me, excitement was raising in her voice, possibly for her trip.
My hearted felt heavy at her words. My next response, I tried to restrain my voice from cracking.
"I'll miss you too, Mom. Good bye. I love you." I said, surprisingly, I gave nothing away.

Was I subconsciously wanting my Mom to find out? If my subconscious was trying, it failed.
"I love you too, see you in a few days, Renesmee." she said as she departed down the stairs, and through the door my father held open. My father looked up at me from the door. I half-heartedly suspected, and maybe desired a hug good bye from him too. Instead, he simply nodded.
"Behave." he coolly demanded with slightly narrowed eyes. Before closing and locking the door.

After I heard the car hum to life in the garage, I listened while the car tires rolled over our gravel drive-way, and sped away from the house. I knew the car was gone, but I needed to double check. I raced down from the stairs and cut into the kitchen where, cutting in between a long arrangement of L shaped counters, was a door to the garage. I nudged it open and saw that there was no sign of the car. I smiled in relief, but the earlier nerves returned. Could I really do this? I thought for a minute.

It didn't matter if I thought I couldn't do this, I had to do this. I destroyed something. As bad as what my fathers declaration of me was, there was truth to his words. I was a monster. I had killed my mother. I remember when I was born, seeing her very last moment as human. Even though I had no comprehension of it then, I did now. And my father was right, about what I was. And what was worse, my Dad had, had a happy life before I was born. It was my duty to give it back to him. It was the only thing I had to give.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and then looked at the clock. Noon. I had three hours to do what I needed to do, and it would take an hour itself to do the first thing on my list. I decided to get started, I made my way from the kitchen and into the hallway, Within an hour, I managed to gather up every single photo that included me. It seemed a little late to realize something but I couldn't help it. From my younger ages, photos that required me to be held, there was something I hadn't noticed before. My father never once held me in any of the pictures. In fact, I could even see he sat a little ways away from me when I got older and had to be placed between my parents.

Through my digging of the pictures, I discovered one that hadn't included me. It was of my Mother in her human days. And a man. He had russet skin, black slick hair, and brown eyes. Something about his eyes reminded me of an animal I had seen a year or so ago when I was exploring the forest. A large wolf, my mother had told me were the Quileutes. That possessed the land on the other side of the river that split both lands apart. I flipped the picture over for a caption in the middle. "Me and Jacob'

I shook my head and refocused myself. I took each picture that included me and ripped them from the frames and secured them into a box. This would be one thing I would conceal within Forks, so that I could have something, should I visit, to see my Mother. I double wrapped the dark Grey duck-tape around the file box and set it aside. I would use fake pictures to burn so that my mother wouldn't be tempted to look for these ones I kept. My next step was to disassemble my belongings and carry them to the burning sight where I would set my belongings on fire and let them turn to ash.

I peaked up at my clock and noted. It was 2 o'clock. Two more hours left in my home. I sighed and made my way up the stairs to my room equipped with a screw driver, hammer, cardboard boxes, and a plastic bag. I used the screw driver to disassemble my bed, to unscrew the T.V. Mount from my wall, and then to remove the other t.v. Accessories from my shelves such as my DVD collection, Nintendo 64 console, and DVD player. I tossed the electronics, wooden bed, and anything I had taken apart into a pile. I took the hammer and smashed apart my nightstands, lamps, and anything I got my hands on that could be broken and that my screw driver couldn't take apart cleanly. Once everything was in a big enough pile, I moved onto the things I should bag. I collected every kind of clothing I owned and tossed it in. I would have taken them with me, but they had my scent too strongly into them. I wouldn't be able to keep my scent disguised. I could wear the clothes I was wearing already, I would stop in Forks before I made my last top, to get something new to wear. With the boxes, I packed my porcelain figures in. It would break my heart to break them at the sight, but I had to do it.

I tied the bag tightly and threw it in with the pile, looking at my alarm clock, the clock signaled to me, it was 3pm. I took the hour carrying the wood and electronics pile up to the burn sight. It was a large clearing just outside of Forks, running alone took me 5 minutes to reach the sight. After 5 trips with wood, electronics, and shattered objects, and lastly, I brought my boxed items. I took a deep breath and ventured back to the house around 3:30, and made a run of the house making sure I had everything. My mind traced back to one last thing. Anything that would indicate I was even born. I went into my Mom's room and removed anything I had ever given her. I wouldn't burn them, I would store them like I would the pictures. After searching, I was becoming worried about the time and thought I would have to abandon my search, but finally I came across a box of files in my Mom's closet. Anything that had my name, I removed. Once I combed the room once again, I found nothing tied to me. I turned off the light and exited the room, before slowly taking the stairs and going out the front door.

Before going, I looked around at my home. I would miss it dearly. Many memories with my Mom and Aunt Rose were here. My eyes trailed over the staircase that ascended from the front door to the top story, on either side of the bottom of the staircase were two archways. The left side lead to the large front room with 2 dark brown love seats, the first lined the south wall. The next lined the west. Accented with brilliant white carpet and red horizontal stripped walls. The right entrance, consisted of the kitchen with cherry-wood cabinets, black marble tops, and a large window collection over the sink and in front of the dining room. I looked at the clock and sighed. 3:40. I was on time. I frowned and closed the door and used my speed to get to the sight. I placed my box of pictures away from the pile to, dug out the gasoline and matches and set them aside as well. I located my hammer and my figurines. I closed my eyes as I brought the hammer down and crushed each and everyone of them. I could hear the porcelain breaking a halo busting noise. When I was sure I had busted all of my figurine, I opened my eyes and sighed. I hadn't known that I was crying until a slight cold breeze brushed my face, the wetness on my face gave me a chill, but thanks to my naturally scorching skin, It warmed up again. I wiped my face and then sighed.

A lump built up in my throat, I swallowed it back. Memories of my Mother, Aunt, everything that was good replacing the view in front of me in one last attempt to beg me to stay. I blinked away the memories and ignored the burning agony in my stomach that threatened to send my breakfast up. I took one final breath and drenched everything in gasoline, struck the match, and flicked it into the pile. Immediately orange flames grew up to the sky as I let out a deep breath. A sigh of half relief, and half sadness. Relief because I had done it. Sadness, because there was no turning back now.