Chapter 1
Homecoming

Summary: Post-Breaking Dawn fan-fiction. It has been a year since Bella was turned into a vampire, and Renesmee came into the world. A group of new citizens arrive in Forks, and bring an aura of mystery with them. There are three reasons they shouldn't be trusted: 1) They are never seen during a clear-sky night, 2) ever since their arrival, people and animals have gone missing from Forks and its surrounding towns and 3) they are real genuine werewolves. Ships: Bella/Edward; more.

Author's Note: This fan-fiction marks a couple of firsts for me. It will be the first ever Twilight fan-fiction I've ever written and the first "first person" fan-fiction I've ever written. I hope I can write this just as good as anyone, but I hope you will also understand that I have very limited knowledge for this type of fan-fiction.

Bella's PoV

It had been nearly a year since I had been turned into a vampire, and I had never felt better. In the past year, I'd had a complete transformation, in the literal sense of the words. The color of my eyes had darkened to almost a golden-brown: the same color of freshly-baked cornbread. I still had to wear sunglasses or contacts in public, because the color was so inhuman. This annoyed me the worst. My strength, while it had weakened a bit, was still incredible. I was as strong as my husband, Edward, and a little bit faster than him, which I loved dearly. My skin was still the pale complexion I had during my first few days of being a vampire, and I looked as if I had never seen a second of daylight, though that wasn't too much of a stretch. I glittered and glowed in the sunlight, which made it dangerous to be out in public during a particularly sunny day.

This is exactly why Edward, my daughter Renesmee, and I lived in New Hampshire. The bad thing about living in New Hampshire, was that, compared to Forks, Washington, it was completely on the other side of the United States. But there were a lot of good things too. For one thing, the weather was mostly cloudy all year round. There were rarely any sunny days, especially where we lived. For any normal human, it would have been depressing. But for a family of vampires, including one half-vampire, it was perfect.

We lived in a cabin in a forest just an hour's drive from Dartmouth College. I didn't attend the college, but since I had to tell my parents and my friends that I was attending Dartmouth, it was a good idea to make it believable. The forest we lived in was filled with animals and barely had any visitors from mortals. Perfect for "vegetarian vampires". We could have our fill of the wildlife, and nobody would notice.

"The seven-o-clock p.m. flight to Seattle, Washington is now boarding," a clear, cool voice said over the p.a. system.

Edward, Renesmee and I were headed for Forks, Washington, but we would have to fly to Seattle. We would be going home for mine and Nessie's birthdays. Of course, they weren't normal birthdays. A vampire's birthday was basically the day of the year we had become a vampire. But, for me, it was so close to my human birthday, it didn't matter much. Nessie's birthday was three days before mine, so it was only smart to celebrate our birthdays together. Not that I liked celebrating my birthday.

Carlisle and Esme would meet us when we arrived at approximately five-o-clock in the morning. It had taken a lot of planning to get ready for this trip. First of all, we were going to have to travel by night, and since we wanted to get to Forks quickly, we would have to travel by airplane. Unfortunately, this was Renesmee's first time on an airplane. It was also the first time Renesmee had been around humans in quite a while. I was very worried, but Edward assured me she would be fine. Of course, it took a lot of persuasion…

Flashback begins:

The week prior to our trip was quite eventful. On Wednesday evening, after Nessie had fallen asleep, Edward and I were planning our schedule.

"So on Friday, the day before our plane trip, we will go hunting," I said to Edward, as I read through the piece of paper he was writing on.

"I thought that would probably be the best idea," Edward said, "It will be a long trip, and I'd hate to get hungry."

I couldn't help but agree.

"We need to make sure Nessie has had her fill too," Edward said, "I can't imagine a cup of human blood will be on the menu."

Renesmee's nickname didn't bother me as much as it had when she was born. Nessie was a wonderful nickname, and as long as no one compared my daughter to the Loch Ness Monster, I would be happy with it.

"That's probably an accurate guess," I said.

Nessie's appetite had been on a metaphorical rollercoaster over the past few months. While she didn't have a demanding appetite for human blood, there were still times that she craved it.

Carlisle had expected it and had express-shipped a large box of packages of human blood to us. The day we picked that up from the UPS store in the city proved to be an interesting one. Thankfully, there weren't any difficult questions for us to answer. Because we put the blood on ice, it lasted a long time, and there were still a number of packages in the freezer at the moment.

Other than blood, Nessie's appetite was the same as any normal vegetarian vampire, even though she wasn't your normal vampire. Nessie's growth spurt had slowed down over the past few months, but she was still roughly the size of a normal eight-or-nine year old child. She was quite strong, and, as a result, quite a nice addition in our hunts in the forest. I didn't like when Nessie had wanted to hunt at first. But once we taught her, and made sure she was safe, I started getting accustomed to the idea.

"Have you told Charlie we were coming?" Edward asked me.

"I was going to call him today," I said, having planned on it for a few days now and had yet to get around to it.

"Do you know what you are going to tell him?" Edward asked.

I cringed when he asked me that. I hated to lie to my father, and I had been doing quite a bit of that ever since I became a vampire. It was something I had to expect. I wouldn't put my father in danger just because I wanted to keep honest with him. It was "need to know" with my father, and unfortunately he didn't need to know.

"I was thinking of telling him that I dropped out of Dartmouth," I said.

Edward's expression turned hard. I hated when he did this. I could never tell how he felt.

"I don't see why that is a problem," I said, "I never enrolled into the college anyway."

"It's just part of the story, Bella," Edward said, "How many times do I have to repeat that?"

At least a thousand more times. Anyway, I was ready for that.

"Story schmory," I said, waving a dismissive hand, "Our daughter looks like she has aged two or three years since we moved away from Forks, and I already have to endure my father's surprise when he sees her."

"Charlie knows Nessie is… err… special," Edward said.

"Exactly," I said, "And because our daughter is so special, she can't attend a normal school, so my father will believe that she is home-schooled."

"Which isn't far from the truth, of course," Edward said.

"Exactly!" I said, again, "So my explanation to Charlie is that I am a stay-at-home mother and Nessie's teacher."

"And what am I?" Edward asked.

"A rookie police officer," I said, cringing.

I didn't know how he would take that. But to my surprise, he laughed that adorable throaty laugh I loved.

"Charlie will love that!" he laughed.

"That is what I am hoping for," I said.

"And are you going to tell Jacob we're coming?" Edward asked, and I could hear him grinding his teeth when he said that.

"I… err… already did," I admitted.

"Oh," Edward said, simply.

"You know Jacob calls every other week," I said.

"Yes," Edward said through his teeth, "If my family and your father didn't call us, I would disconnect our phone."

"Jacob would be upset," I said, frowning, "I would be upset, and you know that Nessie would be unbearable."

When Jacob called, he didn't just want to talk to me. Most of the time, he wanted to talk to Nessie, and Nessie loved to talk to him. Off the phone, Nessie didn't do much talking. She still loved to communicate with me and Edward through touch and our minds. But when Jacob called, Nessie was a chatter-box. Nessie's non-vocal communication was almost unbearable for Edward. Nessie's voice was soothing, and Edward loved it. If I didn't have a say in it, Edward would have forced Nessie to talk to us for at least an hour a day. I, of course, didn't want to force anything on my daughter and Edward didn't want to make me unhappy, so I usually won those arguments.

"Well, if Jacob knows," Edward said, "I'll have to remember to give him and the mutts an open invitation."

I groaned. Of course. The party. I hated parties, and Edward knew that. He accidentally brought up the fact that there was going to be a birthday party. When I complained, he said it wasn't just for me, but for Nessie. Even though Nessie looked eight or nine, she still would only be a year old in a few days time. Nessie would, of course, love the party and that was why I agreed to it. Edward knew I was still mad that I was included in the party's special guests, and that was when he blamed Alice for the idea. Ah… Alice. The ungodly beautiful bane of my non-social existence… and also my sister-in-law. I should have known she was behind it.

I decided it was time to change the subject, so Edward wouldn't get into the party plans.

"So, about Nessie," I said.

"What about her?" Edward asked.

"Well," I said, "This will be her very first plane ride. You know it is going to be hard for her. And she hasn't been around a large group of humans in a long time. Do you think she will be ready for it?"

"I think so," Edward said, "We give her a cup or two of human blood before the trip, and she'll be happy."

"You know I don't like forcing that on her," I said, frowning.

"It's what we have to do," Edward said.

He smiled, and I could have hit him. It was one of those beautiful, breathtaking smiles that even an immortal would faint at the sight of it. I didn't faint, but I gave into it. I kissed him, and he returned it with that strong, fierce passion that couldn't be endured by any human, but was the kind that I cherished. It nearly mimicked the same passionate kiss we shared when he first held me in his strong arms the day I became a vampire, but it was also unique in its own way. That is what I loved about it. That is what I loved about him. Only when the fire in my throat burned to an almost unbearable heat did I break the kiss.

"Mmm," I muttered, dreamily, "Still as good as the first time."

Edward laughed. And that finished our conversation for the night, even though the rest of the night was still ours for the taking. While it was true, that we couldn't sleep, we still used those night hours for good purposes. There were also times that we used it for really good purposes. I had a feeling it would be one of those nights…

Flashback ends…

Edward, Nessie and I boarded the flight and took our seats. Nessie took the window seat, and I sat right beside her.

"You okay, Nessie?" I asked my daughter, as Edward put our on-board luggage in the overhead compartment.

Nessie put her hand to my face, and through our minds, she told me she was perfect. Of course she was. I didn't need to hear it from her to know that.

"That's a good girl," I said. "Ready to see Grampa and Jacob?"

Nessie nodded happily, as Edward took the aisle seat beside me.

An attendant came by a few minutes later. She had short blond hair, tucked under her short purple hat. She was rather attractive for a human, and I noticed a few of the men around us gawking at her. I couldn't help but roll my eyes behind my sunglasses.

"Would any of you like pillows and a blanket when the plane gets in the air?" she asked.

"I think that would be fine," Edward said.

"Would your beautiful daughter like something?" she asked, "Perhaps to color on? Or read? Maybe drink?"

I glanced at the attendant as she took a second look at us. Was she thinking how odd it was that a couple who looked as young as we did had a daughter that old? Perhaps Edward would tell me. I ignored it for the moment and turned to Nessie. This would be her first test of the trip. I was pleasantly surprised when she only smiled.

"She's shy," I said to the attendant, not looking at her, "But I think she'll be fine."

"All right," the attendant said, smiling, "By the way, my name is Penelope. Penny for short. Call me, and I will be happy to be of service."

"Thank you," I said.

The attendant moved on to the next seat.

"Get some sleep," I said to Nessie, "We will be in Forks when you wake up."

She nodded and turned her attention to the window.

"We'll need to keep an eye on that Penelope," Edward breathed in my ear, "She's having trouble deciding whether Nessie is our adopted or biological daughter."

"I thought so," I whispered, low enough only for Edward to hear, "She wouldn't say anything, would she?"

"Don't you worry about it," Edward whispered, his lips turned up in that dashing smile of his.

I still couldn't help but worry.

"It's a night trip," Edward whispered, "so I think we all need to at least pretend we will sleep through some of the trip."

I silently groaned. Feigning sleep was something I wasn't used to. It might prove to be difficult. It was a good thing I was wearing my sunglasses.

"Don't worry," Edward said, "It's easier than you think."

"Really?" I asked, skeptical.

"It's basically like a very long day-dream," Edward laughed softly.

"Uh-huh," I said, "And what do you usually day-dream about?"

"Recently, you mean?" he asked.

He looked at me and grinned. If I could blush, my face would give away my thoughts. Lucky Edward couldn't read my mind.

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The take-off and landing were both a bit rough for Nessie, and during both events, she held onto my hand. Her feelings were sent toward me in waves, and I had to do my best to calm her down. When we landed, however, she was peaceful again.

We retrieved our luggage and met Carlisle and Esme in the airport. Nessie, of course, was extremely happy to see them. She ran over to Carlisle, and he hugged her.

"Oh!" Carlisle said, softly, "You are getting big. Last time I saw you, I could pick you up. Do you remember? It's hard to believe you are only a year old."

"Carlisle, shh!" Esme hushed her husband.

"Oh, yes," Carlisle said, "Sorry, dear. Sometimes I can't help myself, especially around our beautiful granddaughter."

We followed Carlisle out of the airport and to the car. Ah, he had brought one of his favorites. I couldn't remember the type, only that it got up to speeds in the one-hundred and fifties. The early Seattle morning was partly cloudy and I was relieved we had arrived on schedule. A couple hours later, and the sun would have risen over the horizon.

"How was your flight?" Carlisle asked, as we all hopped into the car.

"Great," Edward said.

"Yeah," I said, "If you don't count the nosy flight attendant."

Edward peered over at me with those piercing eyes. I couldn't tell whether it was a glance of annoyance or something different. Carlisle started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

"Nosy attendant?" Esme asked.

"Nothing we couldn't handle," Edward said, "I promise, mother, there were no threats. She seemed to like Nessie, and other than the first time, there were no other thoughts about the possible age differences between parents and child, especially when there is no question that the child looks just like her parents."

"Oh," Carlisle said, his voice low with comprehension, "Yes, it would seem a bit strange to someone who didn't understand."

"What, in our lives, isn't strange, Carlisle?" I asked.

"She got me there," Carlisle said.

Carlisle, Esme and Edward laughed. I couldn't help but laugh too.

"Happy to be back in Forks, Nessie?" Carlisle asked.

Nessie nodded.

"Still can't get her to talk?" Carlisle asked, looking through the rear-view mirror at his granddaughter.

"Oh, she talks when she wants to," Edward said.

"Perhaps she is just tired," Esme said, soothingly, "It was a long trip."

"Yes, it was," I agreed.

It took a couple hours to get into Forks, even with Carlisle driving over the speed limit whenever possible. As we entered the small town, I looked out the window. I recognized everything. My old high school, where my life, before this life, had really begun. The police station where Charlie was probably stuck behind a desk, waiting for the next sign of action to come his way. I saw the outfitter's store, where I had worked. That seemed like a lifetime ago. I reminded myself, that in a way, it really was a lifetime ago. Though, the more we drove through Forks, Washington, I couldn't help but notice that there was something different. I couldn't figure out what it was however, but something about the tiny town was definitely different.

I wouldn't let that bug me, I decided. I was finally home.

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Chapter Finished! I hope you liked it. Like I said, this was the first "first person" fan-fiction I've ever wrote, and the first Twilight fan-fiction I've written.

This is only the first chapter. More to come!

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