this story was thoguht up a while ago. Only recently have I decided to put pen to paper, or here, finger tip to and review, this is my main focus story now. :)

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Nessie! Happy birthday to you!" Cheered my family as we sat in the living room, I blew the candles out, and counted them cheerfully to myself. Fifteen. I snickered silently sure my age is fifteen but I look in my early twenties, like Rosalie's twin. Stunning, except she pulls it off-I look fake, Jake says I don't, but that's him, he has flees! Would you believe his compliments?

I smiled with embarrassment at dad and laughed when Alice lodged a slice of cake at his face, he dodged it effortlessly but it sludged into Rosalie's dress. The rage in her expression was priceless!

Then came the presents, oh my most hated part. Don't you just despise feeling the eyes on you like a hawk as you rip the paper off? And if you don't like it you have to smile brightly and hope you look sincere? Well, that never works for me; my father can see my thoughts.

His name is Edward, Edward Cullen. He is seventeen which is quite odd considering he was alive from 1901 till 1918, he was dying of Spanish Influenza, so Carlisle tells me. Dad is very private about his life. Anyway, from other tales Carlisle has told me, he saved dad and turned him into a vampire. My dad has been seventeen for ninety years. Alive for seventeen, add them together, and my dad has been on this planet for one hundred and eight years!

Annoying thing is, Neah Bay High School Parent Evenings are always complicated and stressful. Since I look older the dad, people would be confused if I told them my biological father is two mere years older then me...Mmmh, that has to be illegal? Anyhoo, I tell my teachers and my friends that Edward is my brother, Carlisle is my 'dad'. So they both tag along at Parent Evenings, it's hard for dad because he tries not to be interested since he plays the brother role in public.

Right, back to my birthday. From Carlisle and Esme, I got the entire Shakespeare's Works Collection! It shan't take me long to read. From Emmett and Rosalie I was given a lovely white gold locket with a picture of Jacob on one side, and dad on the other. The rocks in my life. My life support machines, apparently I am their's too. Sometimes, when I am ill, Dad goes outside somewhere, and comes back like he's been crying. Esme tells me never to ask why...

Now, presents, presents, presents! Alice and Jasper gave me a dark red ball gown, the busk of the dress has tiny dimonds on it, glittering and sparkling; like my family and myself. I had a feeling Alice had control over the pickings of that gift. Dad gave me a photo album, it seemed very old so that night I sat on my window sill in my room on the second floor. The window was open and I dangled my feet carelessly out into the air. I turned each page carefully and stared intently at the photos. Seeing the eternity my family had lived on parchment paper really was a history within itself.

Photos of Rosalie and Emmett's many weddings, a new dress everytime and the same vacant yet endeared look on Emmett's face. Esme's renovations all over the world. Alice and Jaspers fun loving adventures across the globe, in countries and places I never knew existed. Carlisle's passion for study, photos of him with comfortable looking patients. Dad sitting at his piano, smiling with all the serenity and beauty of God's stunning paled angels.

I came the end of the album and shut it gently, I felt like such an idiot because I was smiling broadly to myself, it was as if I had learned a whole new chapter from my family's ancient history. As I climbed off the sill, a white slip fell from within the pages. I bent down and picked it up, and sat on the end of my bed, I fell back and held the envelope up to the light. My eyes widened when I read who it was addressed to.

Me...

'Renesmee,

You will only read this if your magnificent yet stubborn father sees things from my point of view. Things are too complicated to write on paper, when words can explain so much more. Chances are you are reading this on a birthday? I wonder how old you'll be, it breaks my heart knowing that my next life will be a waiting game, to see you and a guessing game, to find you. This letter must be hurting you, it may be scaring you because perhaps no one has told you about me, words explain so much more. I don't have the heart to break yours, though I am sure I am right now, I'm sorry dear Nessie. Ask your father. He loves you. He loved me, wether he still does I do not know, loving the dead isn't impossible, it wasn't for me. When you find out about me, don't be mad at your father, it was more complicated and heart wrenching for him then any other person on this earth to let me go."

Then I got even more confused.

"When Edward told me I only had days after you were born, and I couldn't see you I was so disraught, I already had a hole ripped in my heart, two infact; Jake shall explain them, then finding out you might as well never existed my heart burnt down into nothing. I think thats how my days left turned into simple hours. And this is why I am writing this. I can feel myself slipping, letting myself go and I am petrified that you'll never have any recollection of me. I hope one day, some how I will see you. I've spent the last few hours wondering what you look like, how you'll talk, and walk, your smile and you laugh. I hope you laugh like Edward, a symphony, I think about what people will think of you when you walk past. Girls were jealous of me and boys liked me, I pray you stay out of trouble and find the right man. What will you be when you are older? A musician? A model? A fashion designer? An architect? A surgeon? Or maybe follow your own dreams? You do what you want, darling. It is your life.

Now, I honestly can't write much more. Please, ask your father about this.

Love you, more then you can ever immortally imagine.

Your Mother, Bella."

The tears started streaming. I was told my mother left just after I was born, why was she speaking like she was dying! I held the papers in my shaking hands and watched my tears fall on the paper and stain the ink. I quickly dabbed the water away, I had to preserve this.

I heard footsteps approaching up the stairs, getting closer, it was light, but not Alice. Heavy, but not Emmett, it was dad. I choked back another sob and stabled my self and straightened my back.

Dad ran into the room, "Nessie, what's wrong!?" He asked as he seen my tears, parched on my skin.

I tried to answer but it came out as a pityful squeak. I held the letter higher so it caught his attention.

For the first time in my fifteen years as his daughter, I had never seen my dad look so scared and broken before, a burning man as I remember Jake once describing him one night we spent at La Push. He nodded as if to myself. I examined his expression; Yes, it was time he explained about my mother, Bella.