Death at the Cullen's. For someone, half of their life will be missing. One word for that, HELL.

I was lying on the couch, with Renesmee on my stomach. Her skin was so soft on mine. It was always a little shock as her small hand touched my face. I listened to her thoughts.

"Edward?" I asked.

"Yes Love?"

"What does she mean?" I questioned.

Renesmee had showed me a brief moment of what happened when I was sleeping. Well, the most of sleep a vampire could do. You could maybe just say I was sitting on the couch with my eyes closed, very still. So what had happened was that Jacob and Rosalie were fighting over her, and then she got angry and hit both of their faces before she struggled out of Jacob's arms and walked over to where I was 'sleeping'. That was when she climbed on top of me and 'woke me up.'

"She is trying to tell you that she loves you more than Jacob." Edward replied lazily. "She has felt you tense whenever she shows you that Jacob is hers. She thinks you are jealous" He chuckled lightly.

"I'm not jealous sweetie." I cooed to Renesmee. "Just a bit to get my head around, that's all."

She laughed her gurgling laugh and then climbed down the couch to sit on Edward. He picked her up and played a little baby game with her. I watched, amazed. It wasn't a game you would play with a baby now, like the games Pop goes the Weasel or the aeroplane game to get kids to eat their food. It was different. Older almost, like it was from the 1800's. Then I remembered that it most probably was.

"It is" Edward said. "1830's" He could read my thoughts now as I had pushed my shield out to guard our small cottage. I didn't need to but practice made perfect. Edward didn't complain.

I was just about to go back into my 'vampire sleep' when I heard someone scream inside Carlisle's house.

Edward and I looked up at each other, worry and shock in our eyes.

We ran to the house, taking half a second to get there. The moment I walked through the door I new something was wrong. I could smell, down in the basement blood. Lots of it. Though I couldn't quite distinguish what type of blood it was. But I knew one thing.

Someone was sprawled dead along the floor.