Crazy Squibs and Friendly Vamyres

Chapter 1

Edward's Point Of View

Renesmee, my accomplished daughter, was a psychiatrist for the secret RX MI, Ronald Xylo Mental institution, who's initial's irony made us all chuckle to ourselves. We recently had moved to London. Carlisle thought we needed a change, and since he technically still owned the land he had in the 1600's, he thought it would be good to live there. We haven't lived in Europe since Carlisle came to the 'New Found Land'. On the plane trip over here, he was attempting to hide his giddiness and as most modern population (including my daughter) would say, 'Fail.'

Renesmee's main patient, Bellatrix Lestrange the Third, had no family left alive, no status, and had little money. Strangely, the government wouldn't want the extreme lady roaming the streets, so they stuck her inside RXMI.

Renesmee has a lot of concern and care for the girl. Everyday I see the girl. Not with my own eyes, but Renesmee thinks of her often. She has to stay in a padded room with a straight jacket on most days. She has long black and purple hair that's always tangled and full of volume. She has jade eyes that stay dilated from either her own brain's accord or the medication. He skin is pale but would be a warmer tone if she wasn't insane, meaning, if she could go outside more often. She's about Bella's height and lighter in weight. Renesmee's trying to help Bellatrix the best she can.

Renesmee has invited all of us to help, but I simply can't. All the thoughts coming out of an institution would make me go insane from them. I wouldn't mind crazy people as much if I didn't know what they were thinking. Alice can't go in either; her human experiences won't allow her. Carlisle is working at the institution but under the medical field. Esme just wasn't the type to hang around the institutions. Bella and I didn't really want to do much so close to after her change… Even if it's been eight years.

Renesmee often thinks about taking Bellatrix away from the hospital, taking her under her wing, or paying for her expensive and risky Psychosurgery for her recent Schizophrenia diagnosis. My family has often been saying no, for we do not wish to move any time soon. We have only lived here a few months. That is much, much too soon.

Nessie was leaving for work, her thoughts based on taking Bellatrix away.

She couldn't. She wouldn't. But her thoughts were dead serious.

Renesmee's Point of View

I had just gotten to the Institution when my phone started playing Claire De Lune. It was my Dad.

"Hey, Daddy!" I greeted

"Hello, Renesmee." His tone was slightly stern.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a tad too innocently. I knew that he knew what I was thinking. I was stupid this morning, thinking of taking Bellatrix away from the MI with my dad in the house!

"You know what. Renesmee how could you? We can't leave so soon. Please, think of your family. Your Aunt Rose hates to move. Your Auntie Alice likes London. You like it here, your mother and I like it here. Your Grandmother loves it here. Your Grandfather's happy to be home." I sighed. He was right.

"Okie dokie, Dad. I won't take her out… but I am going to help her" I won't take her out, for now…"I have to go. Bye, Dad"

"Bye, Ness" And with that she hung up. She didn't want to be late for her shift.