Hello. This is the first story I ever wrote here on fanfic. So...please excuse the flaws. There are many. If you must hate on something, go ahead, but know that I admit not everything is great here. Because of time, I probably won't edit it, per se, but I am in the process of deleting all the AN's at least (except this one), so no need to annoy yourself by reading those. Cheers.

Of course I do not own any of Stephanie Meyers work; the plot alone is mine.

**************************Nessie**************************************

I woke up with with a start. Another nightmare, I sighed. I'd been having the same nightmare for weeks now, always the same peaceful beginning, and the same awful ending. It was about Jacob…It started off quite nice, Jake would be running around with me on a huge open field under the stars, it was an exhilirating kind of freedom, running into the night with my best friend in the whole world, and then…they would appear out of nowhere, the Volturri. For some reason when I stopped Jake only kept running. I always tried calling out for him to come back to me, but he never did, he would just turn his head, smile at me, and proceed forward to his impending doom. At some point in his path to an undoubtedly swift massacre, I would realize he was doing it for me, to give me a chance to survive, and that only made me feel worse. As he finally approached them, shifting into his canine form, I felt my feet running after him, only to be stopped by an utter blackness, blackness that surrounded me and swallowed me, leaving my poor Jacob to die…It was at this point that I would always wake up, usually in the middle of the night, on the rare occasion in the morning before breakfast. Only once had I been caught, by my mom of course, but never again. I made sure to not think about it around my mind reading father either. The truth is, I had no idea what this dream meant. I remembered vaguely the terrifying encounter with the Volturri when I was a baby, however, what it had to do with Jacob I had no idea.

As if on cue, I heard his familiar voice down the stairs in the den. Hmmm, that's weird, he's usually outside sleeping right now. He was whispering hurriedly and…angrily? I listened for the other voice, and was surprised when I figured out who it belonged to: Carlisle.

I almost fell out of bed with just the thought; Carlisle? Being angry? It was impossible! If anyone was arguing with Jake it would more than likely be Rosalie…Why would Carlisle be arguing with Jacob?

I strained my already highly enhanced ears to try and capture the conversation, but it was no use. I only caught words here and there. I sighed, what good was it being half vampire if I couldn't have super hearing like the rest of them? Sure I had better senses than humans, but the fact of the matter was I lived with vampires, not humans. One word suddenly caught my attention.

…Renesmee…

Hmmm, so they were talking about me? The thought upset me; if I was the cause of the problem then it was my fault that Jake was angry. I could feel tears starting to brim over my eyelids, my shoulders heaving slightly from the quick breaths already escaping my parted mouth. I quickly wiped them away. No need to prove I was just some other crybaby, I needed to be strong, like mother, and…tactful, like Jasper.

I very quietly got out of bed and went over to the doorway. Luckily for me it didn't squeak when I opened it ever so slowly and crawled out, inching my way closer towards the stair but keeping my body as close and pressed to the floor as possibly.

Ahh, much better…I listened intently to what I realized was now the end of the conversation.

"You don't understand, she's not even a teenager yet!" Carlisle was saying.

"I know, I know, but she needs to be told, she's already confused about what's going on what with you all up in my tail all the time," Jake was saying angrily.

"We're up there for a good reason. Edward has already told you, Jacob, those thoughts don't belong here, not in this house, while Renesmee's still a child!" Carlisle said.

"Well then he should mind his own business!" Jake retorted back. I could hear the growl that was starting to come out of him. Uh oh, I knew whenever Jake got really mad he was at high risk of transforming; Jake wasn't allowed in here as a wolf, and not just by Rosalie's standards either. I chanced a few inches further out the door, the only one that might catch me would be Rosalie, I knew the others had gone out hunting for the night. I glanced over to Rosalie and Emmet's room, but the door was still closed and the light on, no doubt she was still trying on the clothes we'd bought earlier.

I could hear a bit better, but the angry exchange of words were no longer audible, and I knew my silent eavesdropping had come to its end; Jacob's howl could be heard miles away.

I frowned. Carlisle hadn't been the first one to corner Jake like this. I'd caught mommy and daddy hissing at him one time in the backyard and Alice poking him accusingly once after we'd played a game of Twister in the den. I'd won, of course—Jake always let me win—but as soon as he'd fallen over onto his back, I'd jumped onto his lap to laugh at him some more. There was nothing strange about it, Jake held me in his arms all the time, but for some reason—and I'd only noticed this later—Jake had been blushing, pushing me off of his hips hastily and fleeing to the kitchen. I figured he was just being a sore loser so it didn't bother me much, however, when I went to find him, I only saw a very angry Alice poking a very uncomfortable—and ashamed?—Jake accusingly.

I knew something was going on, but no one seemed inclined to fill me on. It was confusing, and very frustrating. Why was everyone picking on my Jake? And what did I have to do with it?