Author: Greek Wise Girl (previously WolfishImprint)
Date Published: April 2012
Date Edited: June 2015
Story Disclaimer: The names, characters, and places mentioned in this story are all from the Twilight Saga author, Stephenie Meyer and from the Twilight Saga itself. All rights belong to her. At some cases though names, places, and incidents are made in fiction as additional characters to the story. If ever these names are in common with other works of authors, both fanfic and real, there is no copyright intended in there and it may have been coincidental. (I might have been simply inspired.)
RUN
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"Get ready, Sweetheart," Edward Cullen whispered to his only daughter - the one he had for only seven, very short, years.
It was seven years ago when he had first looked upon the face of the miracle of his life: his very own child. Now, seven years later, no one knew, not even him, a mind reader or his adopted sister Alice who can glimpse the future subjectively, how things would end up for them. Would they continue to exist, or would they be destroyed?
That's just the thing about vampires. It was either you exist or you get destroyed. Not live or die. Within a four-mile radius, as of now, the only living creature might be his daughter. Soon, it might change to was. The only thing that could change that was if his plan would work.
"You have to run very quickly, Renesmee," He carefully instructed. "As fast as you can."
His daughter touched his cold vampire hands and used her own gift to communicate with her father. She had shown him an image of the entire family sitting on the couch back at their house. Their faces were painted with nothing but happiness and the smiles on their lips showed that. It was obvious to Edward what she was trying to say: She wanted everything to be like that image she had just shown him.
"We'll find you after, I promise."
If we survive. He added as an after thought.
He looked at the dark-cloaked figures fast approaching about a hundred feet away... ninety feet... eighty...
Quickly approaching.
"For now, you have to go on your own."
As he said it, Edward saw how his daughter's eyes widened in terror. Before he'd seen the tears fall down her cheeks, he had looked away already. With all the courage and will he had left, before he changed his mind and became selfish or thought that his family and his friends were enough to protect her, he leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head for what could be the last time. He looked into the chocolate-brown eyes she had inherited from her mother who was now standing by them and kissing her only daughter the same way her husband had.
Then together they whispered with all their love to their daughter the words they know were truest and most valuable at the moment.
"We love you, Renesmee."
Then all hell broke lose...
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Thank you for reading this Prologue. Yes, it is simply a prologue. I pray that you are taking time in reading this note because I am going to tell you that next to Forgive & Forget, this is the story I'm looking forward to being proud of. I hope you show some appreciation and would give some lovely, long reviews. Pretty please with strawberries on top?
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