This is a one shot. It's a poem on Renesmee's fragile nature against a full on Vampire
So cold were his hands,
They wrapped around her throat,
Cutting off her breath,
Jacob arrived with reinforcements,
The Cullen clan arrived the opposite side of the attack,
The Vampire went into a frenzy,
He broke her arm with a squeeze of his hand,
Made her organs bleed internally with one blow of his fist,
It was then the Wolves and Cullens moved against him,
They ripped him to pieces but they moved too late,
Renesmee was battered and broken,
She laid on the floor, silent and motionless,
The color drained from her cheeks and her eyes flickered closed
Hey although I said it was a one shot I may turn it into a story if I get enough reviews