Chapter 1 - Change

Renesmee's POV

6 years.

72 months.

2,190 days.

That's how long I've been waking up screaming. Waking up fearing that the Volturi were coming for me again. Waking up believing that my family had been killed on that snow covered field, attempting to protect me. Tonight was no exception.

My mom flew through the door and took me in her arms, my dad right behind her. I breathed in her sweet, floral scent and took comfort in her cold arms.

"It's okay baby, it isn't real." I dug my face into my mom's shoulder, afraid that if I opened my eyes I would see that it was very real.

"Renesmee, baby, look at me. We're here. We're okay. Look at me."

I sat up and looked at my dad. And then back at my mom. I cried more, seeing that they were okay. My dad sat at the foot of my bed and sighed.

"What can we do to help?" Will you read to me?

"Of course. Which book?" Wuthering Heights.

My dad grinned and said, "Just like your mother. Lay down, I'll be right back."

By the time that I had laid back down and covered up, by dad was sitting beside me with my favorite novel. When my mom saw what book he had, she smiled and kissed me on the head. I listened to my dad read to me. Whenever I had bad dreams, two things calmed me down: Jacob or my dad reading to me. His voice was just so calming that whenever I would fall back asleep, I'd sleep through the rest of the night. When I felt my eyes getting heavy, I put a hand on each of my parents. Will you stay with me while I sleep?

"Of course."

With that, I felt myself slip into the darkness, nightmare free.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of my dad's homemade eggs. I looked to my left to see my mom dusting my room. I stretched before sitting up and getting out of bed.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes momma." I replied as I walked over to her and lightly kissed her cheek. "Thank you for staying with me."

"Anything for you. Your dad made you breakfast. Go eat and then get ready for the day. We have to go to the big house. Your grandfather has an announcement to make."

I nodded and then walked into the kitchen of the cottage. I grinned when I saw my dad and Jacob sitting at the table.

"I tried to wait for you Ness, but you were taking forever."

"It's okay Jake, eat." I kissed the top of his head before I made myself a plate. I sat down in between my two favorite guys and started eating.

"So dad," I asked in between bites, "Momma said that Grandpa Carlisle has an announcement to make. Do you know what it's about?" His facial expression quickly change. Of course he knew.

"Yes, I know what it's about. And before you ask, no, I won't tell you. You will just have to wait until we go over in a bit to hear." I looked at Jacob and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know what it's about?" He quickly looked away. "Being the kid of the family sucks. Everyone knows everything while I am stuck in the dark about things." My dad let out a small growl, but I didn't know why.

"Well, I'm full. I'm going to go shower that way I can figure out whatever the hell is going on here."

"Language, Renesmee." Whatever.

I walked into the bathroom and started a cool shower. I undressed and got into the water, letting the coolness hit my skin. After I washed my hair and body, I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. I realized that I had left my clothes in my room and opened the door to walk out when I accidentally bumped into Jacob. He stood frozen and didn't move for a solid ten seconds, and I grabbed ahold of my towel to make sure it didn't fall. I heard my dad scream out Jacob's name and I apologized and quickly made my way to my room. I closed the door and locked it behind me. What the heck just happened? Jacob had never gotten embarrassed around me like that. His face was priceless. But my dad didn't sound too happy. I heard him tell Jake to go wait for us at the Cullen mansion.

I went into my closet and pulled on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a black tank top. I paired it with my black leather jacket and my favorite pair of red and black Louboutin heels. After I brushed my teeth, I put on my everyday makeup look: a little bit of eyebrow powder, winged eyeliner and mascara. I decided to add red lipstick, which looked good on my pale, ivory skin. I left my hair natural, which hung in loose curls at my waist. I walked out of my room into the living room.

"I'm ready." I told my parents. We walked at human pace for about five minutes. The silence was killing me.

"Well, if you aren't going to tell me what's going on, can we at least run to Grandma and Grandpa's so someone will tell me?"

"Go ahead Renesmee, we'll meet you there."

I ran for three minutes before I made it to my family's house. Uncle Emmett greeted me at the door and picked me up in a hug and spun me around.

"There's my favorite niece."

"Uncle Em, I'm your only niece."

"Yeah, well if I had another, you'd still be my favorite."

I laughed as he put me down and went to go sit in between Jasper and Alice.

"Good morning, Nessie. I see that you've found your new heels?"

"Yes, thank you Aunt Alice. I love them." My aunt's face lit up and I laughed. It was so funny to me that fashion could make her so happy. But I understood. Unlike my mother, I loved anything that had to do with fashion. I had spent countless hours at the mall with my aunt's trying on and buying clothes.

Once my parents made it to the house, everyone made their way into the family room.

"Okay, so as you all know, I've been at the Forks hospital for eight almost nine years. We normally don't stay in one spot for that long, but given the circumstances," my grandpa looked at me and my mom, "we did. But people are starting to ask questions. For someone who works in a job as such, a regular person would have aged ten to fifteen years by now. So I'm sorry but it is time we move."

Did I hear that right? Move? As in away from Forks?

"Yes Renesmee, as in away from Forks."

You see, I may have gotten my love for books from my mom, but I didn't gain her patience. In fact, I was the opposite. I had no problem letting people know I was mad. I have been in heated arguments with my dad multiple times, and I felt one coming on.

"What do you mean move away? I can't leave Forks or La Push. Jacob. The pack. Grandpa Charlie." I looked at my mom at the last part.

"We have to Renesmee. It's to protect out secret."

"I'm not going. I'll run away if I have to." I felt a wave of calmness, which annoyed the crap out of me. I glared at my Uncle Jasper.

"Really?" I felt bad for taking my anger out on him, but I would deal with that later.

"Renesmee," my mom began, "you won't move with us, but you'll run away to make a point? You'll be alone. That doesn't make sense."

"I won't be alone. I'll have Jacob. He'll go with me." I glanced over him scared. "Right?" I pleaded him with my eyes, hoping he could sense that I didn't want to be separated from him. He looked away, refusing to meet my eyes.

"Renesmee." My dad's voice was firm and it scared me. He hardly ever used that voice on me, but I know that when he did, he was serious. And pissed. "In two weeks, we will be moving to Buffalo, New York. As a family. Is that understood?"

I tried to hold back my tears. I couldn't leave. Jacob was my best friend. He was there, by my side, every single day. The pack were my brothers. They taught me how to cliff jump. Grandpa Charlie and Sue were the only humans, besides Billy, who knew what I was. I didn't want to leave him. I didn't want to leave any of them. They were my family.

My dad's face softened when he heard my thoughts but he quickly went back to having that stone cold face.

"Are we clear?" he asked, his voice still stern.

"Yes."

I stood up and ran out the back door towards the forest. I didn't care what they had to say after that. All I knew was that I was leaving half my family behind. The cottage. The only place I knew as home. I was leaving Jacob. My best friend, and the man I was secretly in love with.