SUMMARY: The day Edward left in New Moon was the day Bella was going to tell him she was pregnant. She changed her mind, and he left. The baby was born half vampire, he still didn't know. Bella was changed into a vampire 4 years later. Just after Bella's daughter's 14th birthday, the Swan's get a surprise visit from some...old aquaintences... or at least six of them. Being unable to keep the secret of the child for long, what will Edward do when he finds out about his daughter Renesmée? Why does she feel it's her fault her parents aren't together? But more importantly, why would certain vampires in cloaks become concerned?
Author's Note: Hi my avid fanfic readers!! Thanks for sticking with me. And thankyou for reading this in advance! It's been a hectic summer and school year which has caused me to be a slow updater...plus theres family issues going down so it gets hard to write at times. But thats okay!! I promise I'm not gone forever! I could never give up fanfiction!
One major change I made to this story is that Allie's name was changed to Renesmée. I liked the other name alot, but Stephenie Meyer made the real Edward and Bella have a daughter,so I might as well keep the name the same since it's still their daughter. So Renesmée is in the story. But Jacob Black DID NOT IMPRINT on her. That would make everything difficult with my future plans for the story.
I'd love for my readers to give me story recommendations to read. I've run out f things to read other than updates, so I need something to read.
This is going to have the same plot as "Bella's Little Secret" was going to have, so everything in the future of this story was going to happen anyways, it's just going to be better written. I hope everyone enjoys it!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I only own...any character thats not in Twilight... and this plot...I hope I'm the only one who owns this kind of plot.
Chapter 1: The End
(BPOV)
"You... don't want me?" these words still ring in my ears and head as if I were speaking them aloud. Every day.
"No" but that one word. That teeny, two letter word. That word that made my world crash and fall into itself. Well that one was worse...especially when you're trying to teach your kid the alphabet! I mean come on! Did the 'N' and 'O' really have to be beside each other? Or did they do that on purpose, knowing that word would effect me someday? I'd like to think the latter, but I can't blame it on the letters...I can blame it on the guy who came up with the letters thought! HA! Take that Mr. I-Wrote-The-Alphabet-...Guy...
That day, was one of the worst of my life. I tried to chase after him, really I did, but I could only take so much. It must have been hours before I was found. I was supposedly laying next to a tree and soaked to the bone in rain water, crying. I didn't really remember. I was out of it for the most part. All that concerned me was the fact that the man-even if he were a vampire- that I fell in love with, who said multiple times that he loved me in return-he was pretty much the first one of both of us to say that he loved me- left me.
Didn't love me.
That was the end for me. I no longer really cared about anything. I needed him like I needed air at the time. So when he left me-I no longer acknowledged his name aloud- I didn't know what I was going to do without him. I needed him. In more ways than one. He kept me looking forward to the next day. To see his crooked smile I loved so much. To hear his velvet voice. To gaze into his eyes, that were a strange golden colour due to his eating habits of animals instead of humans...
But it wasn't just the reason that I needed him to survive. I needed him to be there for me, especially this time.
I had been so close to telling him. I was going to just before he said all he had to say, which caused me to change my mind. If he didn't love me, he would have surly hated me after I told him. To drop a bomb that big on him when he was leaving me and telling me he didn't love me wouldn't have been the best.
So what is a bomb that big? A bomb that big to tell to your vampire boyfriend/love of your life who doesn't have the ability to produce children?
That he's having one.
I was pregnant with his child somehow...well, I guess that's kind of obvious but you know what I mean. So not only did he not love me any more, he was leaving me. When he said those words to me I knew that he would never love our baby, so I never said a word. Then he left me in the woods. I was alone in this.
When Sam Uley, a Quileute tribe member from La Push, found me in the woods and brought me back home to Charlie, I snapped back into reality. Dr. Gerandy, the doctor who was going to give me a simple check up, just said that I needed to sit on the couch, but I told him to take me to the hospital. Charlie thought that meant that he had hurt me, since that would have been the last thing on this earth for me to say-since I hated hospitals with a passion. He was livid, but I came out and said that I was pregnant and that was the reason. He was even more livid, I could tell-I'd never seen somebodies face change so many colours in a few seconds- but he needed to get me to the hospital before something happened to my baby. Even though he was tough on the outside, he was a major softie when it came to babies.
Charlie almost killed me after the check up on the baby-who was fine, which was a releaf to me- and secretly to Charlie- we talked about it in my hospital room. I told him everything-all but the vampire is the father thing. Edward being the father, them all leaving, me not saying anything. If Charlie didn't like Edward at least a little before, there was no hope for him to ever like him. Thankfully, Charlie eventually let it go and was glad to be a grandfather.
Renée was a different story. She wasn't very happy that I hadn't waited, or that Edward was gone-she even went as far as to try and get ahold of him, but stopped after I begged her not to- but she was glad that she was going to be a grandmother, which was weird for Renée. She asked me if I'd used protection, which my lame answer was 'I thought we did' ,which she thought nothing about. I mean, it's not like I was going to say, 'No mom, my vampire boyfriend and I didn't use protection because we were sure that he was unable to have children. Oh darn. I guess he can now that I'm knocked up!'
But she was okay with it. She said as long as we'd used it, and it was by accident, there was no reason for her to be mad. She thought me becoming a mom wasn't the best thing now, but I was extremly against getting a abortion. Partly because I knew if I had I would be killing an innocent human being, but because it would be a way for me to keep apart of Edward with me forever.
So Renée and Phil helped out. They would send money sometimes, when I refused, but said it was to buy something nice for the baby.
And after a grewsome, depressing nine months later, I had a little girl. I named her Renesmée (My mother Renée's name and my former futur-mother...Esme's names put together). She was beautiful. Maybe even more beautiful than Rosalie. She had my mahogany brown hair, with bronze tints in it like his. Her eyes were brown like mine, and had topaz like his all around the middle. She was my little angel. Charlie loved her to death. As did I. But I had to eventually tell him what the Cullen's were. I thought he was going to have a heart attack! He screamed and screamed, was terrified that I was dating a vampire, and had a child with one, that blew his lid off one!
He started getting used to the fact that his grandaughter was part vampire, but was still scared to be around her at first.
But what surprised me more, was that even though Renesmée was part vampire and he was her father, the pack in La Push wanted to help me as much as they could. Particularly Jacob.
We became very good friends. He was my sunshine. My Best friend. Even after he discovered he was a werewolf, he never could bring himself to give up on Renesmée, who was infatuated with him. And the rest of the pack followed along. Paul, one of the tougher pack members, was hesitant at first, but was immediatly pulled out of the gutter about the ordeal when Renesmée's first word was Paul. Charlie was obviously a little jealous, but was happy none the less.
Paul, well Paul was...I can't even describe it. I think he secretly couldn't leave Renesmée either, but after she said that to him that day, he was sold. I was happy.
He, along with Jacob, Quil and Embry, two other pack members, would baby sit her when I was busy-I still went to school, which was very, very difficult during the pregnancy, but people got used to it, some of the kids at school who I barley knew were disgusted that he would have left his girlfriend and child like that- or when I went to work. Mike was following me around like two lost puppies instead of one. But I appreciated it a little. He would carry my books at school and get me my lunch at the cafeteria. I always faced away from the table that my former aquaintences would sit.
So they come over and hang out with us at Charlie's. Emily and Quil would bring Claire-Emily's cousin and Quil's imprint- over when Renesmée was two or three when she came to visit. Yes, the pack helped out so much.
But they helped me the most at my most difficult time since he left.
When I was turned into a vampire.
Renesmée was four, just starting school, just a few months shy of my twenty-first birthday. I'd graduated and was going to UW for the time being. I was walking in the woods by Charlies house, and all I could feel was massive pain on my neck all of a sudden. I screamed, and it must have been pretty loud because Jacob came running in wolf form to help me. It was black for a little while, and I woke up to Jacob and Charlie as well as some of the pack around me. They said I must have been a vampire because I was beautiful-not that I wasn't beautiful before according to them-, had crimson eyes, granite skin and was very pale. I was out for three days. Renesmée stayed with Jacob, I was at home. I wasn't thirsty for blood like I probably should have, Jacob didn't smell as bad as he probably should have, the pack said the same thing to me. I stayed away for about a week, but being away from my little girl was a little unbearable and I came back. Eventually I started getting used to being a vampire. The running fast, just like Jacob, the blood drinking. I only drank animal blood. Just like them Charlie was glad. But was even more glad when I said that human blood smelled terrible and I would refuse to drink it. He was probably singing the Halllelujia course every time I said I wasn't thirsty for human blood.
So now I sit here, reminising about the past, wondering what they were doing. Where they were. Where he was. Because for some reason, I coulnd't let go of him.
I told Renesmée that her father was a vampire, and was killed before she was born. She never fully believed me, but accepted it. Which I was glad.
As much as I maybe might want him back, I didn't want him to come back and hurt us again. So for the outside world around me, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen was my hated past. But on the inside, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen was the one I loved.
Something that would never change.
(The Present: Fourteen Years Later)
(BPOV)
It was September first. Renesmée was now fourteen.
The past fourteen years she's been alive she's always brighten my day. Over the years, we learned things about her being half vampire that were shocking, upsetting, and good all at the same time. She could run just as fast as any vampire, maybe even faster than him! She ate regular human food, could slow down her running speed enough so that she ran like a normal teenager or regular human being (which I liked. That way she could do sports). Now even though those were some pretty good characteristics about her, and some that I was extremly thankful for, something fascinated and angered me more.
How much she was like the rest of the... Cullen's. She had a little bit of all of them in her.
She was friendly and strong like Emmett. I swear she could have probably beaten him at arm wresseling, She could beat me!! She was gorgeous like Rosalie and could be sometimes stuck up like her too (no offense to Rosalie). She liked to shop like Alice...but not as extreme...and not all the time. She could also see things that were going to happen. But only in her dreams. Like this one time...she dreamed that she was going to geta bad mark on a math test...and she did. Or when Charlie was going fishing she dreamed that Charlie was going to catch at least ten fish...and he did. It scared me at first, but she didn't think much about it. Not like me.
Renesmée could make any person feel calm when she entered the room. Like Jasper, but she couldn't control it. I always felt calm with her around, but that might have just been me, because she kept me sane. She could also sense what I was feeling from time to time, but only if it was a strong feeling. Like if I thought of him, I'd sometimes get angry and she'd call me out on it. I thought it was because the anger was written all over my face, but she wouldn't even be in the same room. She was a loving person exactly like Esme, but sometimes she could be too trusting of people. Especially when she was a young girl. She was also very smart and responsible like Carlisle. It pained me sometimes to look at her because she reminded me of them alot, but she made me so proud it wouldn't matter and wouldn't bother me. Plus she was always there to help and comfort me. She was my little angel.
I got up that morning to serve breakfast for Renesmée, Charlie had already left for work, and Renesmée was soon heading out for school. She had just graduated that June, and it was her first day of high school.I was so proud of her. She was very giddy about high school. What excited her the most was that she would get to be more independent. She didn't like elementary school because they treated their students like little kids according to her. I remembered when I was in high school...the quickly stopped thinking about the subject.
I could hear Renesmée's feet slapping agains the hardwood flooring on the second floor of the house. I was just beginning to toast two pieces of bread, and turn the bacon that was grilling on a pan on the stove.
"Hey mum!" Renesmée called to me after she came down the stairs. She was wearing black jeans, and a grey long sleved t-shirt with a white hoodie with the zipper half way zipped wavy brow and bronze hair was slightly straightend. She was such a beautiful girl- obviously from the vampire genes in her- but she always said that she would never be prettier than me. Which is impossible because even though I was a vampire and my looks were alot better-not that I'm boasting- but I was still plain Jane Bella.
"Morning Renesmée. Breakfast is ready. Hurry up and eat, your going to be late for school." I said to her while she sat down at the table. I placed her food in front of her, and sat across the table while she ate.
She sat down and began to nibble at the buttered toast. As I looked at her, I could tell something was bothering her. She had a sort of confused look on her face while she stared at everything that was on her fork. A little pucker began to form in between her eyebrows on her forehead.
"Renesmée? Is there something wrong?" I asked. She then looked up at me with a small smile on her face.
"Oh its nothing. I just had another dream last night. Nothing big though."
All I could do was look at her. Latley, she had been having dreams. Those dreams bothered me more than they bothered her I am sure. She would tell me she could see a group of seven vampires all looking very young in age coming here. She described them all exactly the way I'd feared she'd describe them.
Like the...Cullens.
She didn't know who they were. Which part of me was greatful for. I was really worried because the fact that she could see the future sometimes in her dreams made me think that they were going to come back here for some reason. And when I say 'they', I mean ALL of them.
If you can catch my drift....
"What happened this time?" I asked, ducking my head slightly to her level. She sighed slighty.
"I don't really remember. It was the same people with you, only, I could see me there playing the piano, and you and that man were watching. You were dry crying but looked very pleased, and he was staring back and forth at me and you with a shocked look on his face, and you were nodding at him when he looked like he was. I don't think I noticed you two, but then as soon as I was finished, my alarm clock woke me up. That's all I remember."
Uh-oh. "Well, do you know what you were playing on the piano?" Renesmée was amazing at the piano. Just like her father. She started when she was five or six. Her favourite thing to play was my lullaby. I used to hum it to her to get her to sleep, and she started practising. She is amazing at it. I always wondered what he would have thought if his own daughter taught herself how to play something that the father she never knew wrote, and that she was great at it.
"I was playing your lullaby, at least, I think. I could only hear faint notes, but I could've sworne that they were part of your lullaby." She said while looking at me confused.
I looked over at the clock abouve the stove and noticed that it was five minutes after seven. Renesmée's bus was to come and pick her up at ten minutes after seven, so I got up from my chair.
"Why don't we talk about it after school? The bus will be here soon." I said with a smile. She smiled back, the pucker not quite not dissapearing from between her brow.
She got up and grabbed her backpack, iPod Touch and her last bite of toast. Just as she reached her shoes by the front door, I walked over to her and grabbed her face in my cold, granite hands.
"Hey. Don't let this bother you all day or you'll have no fun alright?" I said soothingly. She smiled and nodded. I leaned forward and kissed her forhead where the pucker that went away as I did so. Renesmée opened the door and ran out towards the bus stop at the end of the road at human speed, incase there was anyone watching.
"Bye mom!" she called.
I waved ot her from out the front door and she dissapeared behind the trees blocking the view of the rest of the road. The slight fog was only making the view even harder to see.
I went inside and could only think about what her dreams were starting to mean. Why did these start happening now? Was it a coinsidence that they were happening so close to her the fourteen year mark that I was left here from them? What did they mean? And did they really mean what I thought they meant? I shook my head in confusion and walked back into the kitchen to clean up. After I was finished, I decided to do some house work to keep me busy. That's pretty much what I did most days. I grabbed a broom and began to sweep in vampire speed.
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The day rolled on fast. I finished the dishes, laundry and cleaned out my room. I slept in my old room, Charlie slept in his room, and Renesmée slept in the addition in the house that Charlie built. Since Charlie didn't have the desency to add in another bathroom, she had to use the one upstaires.
I headed downstairs to wait for Charlie to come home so I could talk to him about Renesmée and her usually got home between thirty minutes to an hour before Renesmée did, so I found this the best time to talk to him without interruption. Soon enough I heard the cruiser pull into the driveway. I heard him exit the car, walk up the front porch steps with his heavy work boots, and walk in through the door and hang up his gun belt. I was seated at the dinner table, so when Charlie saw me he shot me a smile.
"Hey dad! How's your day treating ya?" I asked with a smile.
"The usual! It gets more and more boring each day! Are you hungry? I could stay and wait for Nessie before I go to Billy's if you want."
I glared at him when he said the nickname. Jacob had always thought Renesmée was too long to say so he gave her the nickname "Nessie". I'd told him, the pack and Cahrlie not to call her that, since I did NOT want my daughter to me nicknamed after a Scottish lake monster, even if Jacob did deny that's where the nickname came from.
He cowered back a little and quickly appologized. I smiled and rolled my eyes at him.
"No dad! I'm not hungry," I said. He'd always ask me if I was hungry and would offer to watch Renesmée while I went out. But I'd told him on a number of occasions that I only ever really liked to hunt at night or on sunny days. And judging from the slight sunshine comming from behind the dark clouds and drizzling rain, I wasn't hunting today.
"Speaking of Renesmée , theres something I wanted to talk to you about. You see, shes having dreams latley, and I'm pretty sure there about the... Cullens." I winced. It was still hard to say that name. "She says that it looks like we were all standing together. And I mean ALL of them."
He looked at me, a frown groing on his face as I explained. He hated talking about them, I'm not surprised why either.
"Well, how about we talk to her when she gets home. Does she know that he's her father? Does she know what he looks like?" he asked. The thought of what Edward looked like almost made me want to cry. His beautiful face flashed in my head. His high cheek bones, long chizzled jaw line, soft full lips. Ugh! I had to stop thinking about him.
"No. She knows that her dad's a vampire, but she doesn't know what he looks like or what his name is...and for that I'm glad. She asks me all the time, but I tell her I don't really remember that well because it was too long ago." That was such a total lie. I can't believe she's bought that after so long.
"Well, that doesn't mean that something is going to happen, Bella. It's very rare that her dreams actually happen, and if they do it's only little things. Something like that is too big anyway, so don't get all worked up about it ok?" he said smiling, reaching over to me from where he stood at the end of the table and squeezed my shoulder in reassurance.
"I know dad. I just get worried. I don't want anything to happpen to Renesmée." I said.
He looked at me and sighed. His arms reached around me and hugged me before heading off to the living room.
After about half an hour, Renesmée opened the front door and walked in, setting her shoes by the door and walked into the living room and sat down beside Charlie.
"Hi grandpa!! How was your day?" she asked with a giant smile on her face.
"Hey kiddo! Good thanks, how 'bout you? How was the first day?" Charlie answered, giving her a big hug. She giggled.
"Fine, fine! I met some new kids and everyone's nice and the teachers are great." She said all in one breath. Then she turned towards the doorway of the kitchen where I was standing. "Hey, mom? Can I talk to you?" She asked me biting her lip.
I hesitated, I had a feeling I knew wha this would be about. "Um, ya sure Renesmée ." She got up off the couch after one last hug from Charlie, then waked past me leading me to her room. I walked into the room and sat down on the plush green duvet that rested on her small single bed. Her room was not very large, only had a small window near the foot of her bed facing the door and a small closet. The room walls were painted a deep plum colour, her favourite, and had white carpeting. She had a small computer desk on the far wall where my old computer sat. I'd purchased a newer computer and given that one to Renesmée. There were pictures of her and Charlie and myself in small black picture frames that she'd put around the room and on the walls.
"Mom, I had another dream today...about them." She said hesitantly to me when she sat net to me on the bed while playing with her fingers.
This had me confused. A dream at school? When was she sleeping at school? Why was she sleeping at school? And what did she see?
"What did you see Renesmée? And why were you aleeping at school? Tell me in full detail." I said as calmly as possible to her, but with my eyebrow raised.
"I wasn't sleeping...totally...it was kind of a daydream...it was study hall anyway so it's not like it mattered....anyway. I was sitting there and had a small head ache because all I could think about today was that dream I had..." she trailed off and began to blush, knowing she'd been caught. This was also a trait she ahd caught from me...the ability to blush almost constantly. I was glad it wasn't possible for me to do that any longer.
"Renesmée Carlie Swan, I told you not to worry about it and we'd talk about it now. I hope none of your teachers noticed." I said with pursed lips. Her middle name was also a mixed name like her surrname. Carlie was Carlisle's name and Charlie's put together.
"Mom I'm sorry, but they intrigue me so much and I have no idea why and I'm so confused about it. I've been having this same dream for almost a month now and you've yet to explain anything to me! I can't help it but I feel connected to them somehow...and I don't even know if they're real vampires!" she finished with a huff of her breath. She leaned back and was aying back on her bed with her arms crossed and her eyebrows knit together not looking at me.
I shook my head. I didn't want to tell her about the Cullen's for two reasons. One: Because she'd want to keep asking me about them and it would hurt me to talk about them like that after so long...especially about her father. And two: She'd want to go and find them. Which I was strictly forbidding her to do even if I did give in to her pleading. Which would never happen.
I sighed and calmed down a little bit. Then I asked for her to continue about the dream.
"Well, I saw them buying some really big house in the woods. No, not a house, a real big white mansion, with a big garage near it by a little river. It was beautiful. I saw them there, and I heard your name a couple of times, then a realtor said something about them bought the house again. The really big guy with the muscles said somthing about that if someone else had bought the house before them, that they wouldn't have been able to move back into the mansion. Do you know them mom?" she asked me.
I just stared into space. Some of the pieces of the puzzle were being put into place. Her dreams. They were going to come true. That dream was of the Cullens buying their house again and moving back...But wouldn't they normally wait a good eighty years to ever come back? Someone would notice them...then again that mansion was on the edge of Forks and the next town over. They could easily never come into Forks...
"Mom, your feelings are all over the the matter?" She asked me. Thank God that she couldn't read minds like...him
"Did you see when they were coming?" I asked, still staring into space. I hadn't noticed that Renesmée had sat up indian style on the bed next to me. Renesmée thought for a few seconds.
"Um, it was a really rainy day, not like right now, really bad. Like thunder and lightening bad. I thought that maybe in two weeks or something like that, 'cause there's supposed to be a storm coming in aruond then/ I'm not really sure though. I'm sorry" she said looking upset, her head facing down slightly.
I smiled and pulled her into a hug.
"Oh its ok Renesmée. You don't need to apologize." I said softly. Now I felt bad that I'd made her upset. "Why don't you get started on your homework, while I start dinner for you and Charlie ok? We can talk about this again after." I said.
"Ok." she said and pulled away from me.
I left the room and went into the kitchen and grabbed her schoolbag, then walked back into her room and handed it to her.
:Thanks. I might need that." she laughed, taking the bag off of my hands. I laughed with her, then exited the room again. I walked into the living room and turned off the t.v to get Charlie's attention.
"Hey! I was watching that!" he said to me in a whiny tone from the couched where he was laying. I ignored him and turned to look at him.
"Dad, there are more important things going on right now than that stupid game" I said in a raised voice. He looked shocked. I hope Renesmée didn't hear me. Charlie sat up and gestured for me to sit next to him.
"Ok, ok. Calm down. Whats up hun?" Charlie said to me as I sat down.
"Dad, she told me she was sleeping in study hall and had another dream of them. Of them coming back." I whispered defeatedly to him while dry crying into his shoulder. He immideatly tensed up. I looked up at him and he had a murderous look on his face.
"What did she see?" He asked in an angry tone. So much for calming down.
"She said that she could see them all at their old mansion talking to a realtor, and saying how good it felt to be back here, and that they were thankful that no one had bought it, or else they wouldn't have been able to come back." I said into his shoulder.
He untensed a little and began to speak in a hushed tone.
"Bella, like I said this morning. There's a very good chance that they won't come. But I have to ask you... do you want them to come back?' he asked.
I hesitated. Did I want them to come back? To possiply come back into my life?
"Not yet." I answered. I wasn't ready. Maybe I never would be ready. Maybe I didn't even want them to come back. "Why do you ask?" I sked looking up at him.
"Well, I know it might not even happen, but if you're not ready about them coming, and we don't know if they really are coming or not, but I got an idea of how we can keep them from coming back. But it would be a pretty big sacrifice on your part." Charlie said with a small grimace on his face.
"What is it?" I said hesitantly.
"Well, it involves us buying that house, and moving into it. That way they wouldn't be able to move back into it." he said with a smrik on his face.
I began to think. That house brought back so many memories, painfull ones. But at the same time, I wanted to do anything I could to stop them from coming back here. Stop the chbances of them hurting not only me, but my daughter in the end. If that meant moving into their house, I would do it. As long as Charlie came with me.
"Okay dad! I'm in!" I said.
He looked confused at the fact that I would move into that house, but I wasn't that afraid...I was just scared of the memories.
"Are you sure Bells? Do you really want to?" he asked me.
"If it keeps them away from us, then it's not a problem. But can we aford it? Its a really big house!" I said to him while I got up off the couch.
"I'm sure we can afford it. I'll call a realtor tonight after Renesmée goes to bed. But are we going to tell her?" he said getting up and streching.
"She'll figure it out later on. But I want to tell her anyways. I'll do it" I said as I walked over to Renesmée's room and Charlie walked over to the plasma screen and turned it back on. Why was I not surprised he was going to do that?
I knocked on the door."Renesmée hun? I need to speak with you." I said.
"Ok, doors open." she called fomr inside.
I opened the door slowly to see her at her desk reserching something on the old computer. She had changed into pajama pants and a sweater that belonged to one of the pack members from the smell of it. I glided across the room to her.
"Who's sweater now?" I asked. She'd always take their clothes to wear aruond the hose, but then they'd come back and get them incase some of their otehr clothes had been ripped apart from their changing. That or they were mad that they had no clothes and took them by force.
"Paul's. But I'm pretty sure he doesn't know, so let's just not tell him." she giggled. I smiled at her, then frowned as I began to tell her about our plans.
"Renesmée, Charlie and I talked about the dream. And we both think it would be best if we move into that house to keep them away. There not bad people sweetheart, just, it's better to keep them away. I wish I could talk about this better to you, but...it's a...hard subject for me to talk about. So you won't mind if we move there?" I asked
"Could you at least tell me who they are? You don't have to say names, but I'd like to get a better understanding of them even if it's small...please?" I hesitated. She did deserve to know something. I chose my next words carefuly
"Well, it's hard to explain. Let's just say, we don't get along very well. So are you okay with this?" I asked again.
"Well, I guess. But will I still be going to the high school?" she asked with hope in her eyes.
"Yes, the house is just outside of Forks. Sound good?" I smiled and began to head for the door.
"Of course mom!" she said and then she ran up and hugged me.
I left the room to let her finish and started on her and Charlie's dinner. During which all I could think about was if this plan was really going to work.
But one thought crossed my mind multiple times as I wandered around the kitchen.
I guess this wasn't entirely "The End" after all.
This was turning back into the beginning...a new beginnging.
A beginning that I hoped had an end to it sooner, rather than later.
Author's Note: So theres the first chapter of the new Bella's Little Secret. I don't even know what I was thinking when I came up witht hat name...but o well, it was like a year ago anyway. I want to thank the readers that have stayed with my story even if I dn't update as often as most authors. But I'm a writer that has to be in the mood to wirte...which is why I call myself a "Mood Writer". If I'm not in the mood to write, then I won't or else it will screw up the entire story.
So please revie!!! I think I'll update when I get betwee 5 and 15 reviews. I know thats alot to ask, btu ti'll give me time to write chapter 2.
I've also decided that if you review, I'll give you a little tidbit of the next chapter...to be generous!!
THNX A MILLION.
Now review and I'll give you all virtual bare-chested Edwards! HAHAHA!! :)