I do not own any of them, S. Meyers does. I only borrowed them.

The story alternates between Renesmee's POV and Edward's POV.

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EPOV~

If someone had told me that after a hundred years, I would loss my wife, that my daughter would run away and later change; I would have killed him or her. Before my daughter was born, Bella was my reason for life, what I lived for. If something had happened to her, I would have found a way end my life. Then my daughter was conceived on our honeymoon and everything changed. Now, there were two reasons to live for.

However, sometimes fate puts those we love the most to the test. While the pain of lose may fade as time goes by, I will never forget that day six months ago. The story broke at 8:35 pm on Friday, July 20. Bella was in Chicago doing some last minute shopping for her and our daughter. In two months, we would be celebrating our one hundredth anniversary.

Emmett and Jasper were watching a football game. Carlisle, Esme and Rosalie were out hunting. My daughter was at the piano working on a piece for Carlisle's birthday. Alice was sitting on the couch while I sat on bench next to my daughter.

Her fingers gracefully flowed over the keys as she worked the bridge into the piece. She smiled as it began to come together. She looked over at me. "Do you think Carlisle will like it?" she thought.

I put my arm around her shoulders, hugging her. "He'll love it." As I listened, I heard eight small songs as she created transitions for each to flow into the next. "I hear Esme's song and your mother's lullaby, but what are the others?"

My daughter simply smiled. "Don't you hear it?" she replied as she began the piece from the beginning.

The first movement was melancholy turning into something that personified loneliness which slowly turned loving and the next one was devoted and cherishing. As each movement passed, I realized each one was about us, in the order that we came into the Cullen family. I was the first one that Carlisle changed, then Esme, next was Rosalie, after her was Emmett, Alice and Jasper came next, then Bella and last nor least our daughter, Renesmee.

Alice had come over to the piano, completely mesmerized. I got up and stood behind Renesmee. I placed my hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. "That is beautiful, sweetheart."

"Thanks dad."

I listened to her finish the piece up with a movement that was compassionate and affectionate. That one was about Carlisle himself. My thoughts went back to Bella. "Bella will be home in six hours," I thought. Then Alice saw it. An inferno crashed ten miles outside of Denver. I looked over at Alice, shock and confusion painting her pixie-like features. The image flashed in my mind.

"Edward, what was Bella's flight number?"

"It was 7354, why do you ask?" I replied confused about the image that played in my head. "That flight number is 1857. I don't understand, Alice." She simply shook her head. Then we heard the news anchor on the TV. My daughter immediately stopped when she was my expression.

"Dad, what's wrong?" she asked.

The anchor was speaking to a report that was at the scene of the crash. In the background, you could see the plane engulfed in flames as fire crew made a desperate attempt to keep it under control. "Details are sketchy," the reporter said. "At the moment, we do know that there were 396 passengers on American Airlines flight 1857 from Chicago, Illinois to Seattle, Washington."

I looked over at Alice. "What does this have to do with Bella, Alice?"

She shook her head confused. "I don't know, Edward."

The reporters talked back and forth for another fifteen minutes. None of us heard the rest of the news. We were still trying to comprehend what we just heard. My daughter reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. I knew she was going to call Carlisle. She looked at her cell phone.

Her hand came up and covered her mouth. "Mom text me three hours ago, It was on vibrate." I looked at her. She dialed the phone and waited for Carlisle to pick up. She heard him answer. "Carlisle, you guys need to come home," she said. "I think it's better explained when you guys get here." She shut her phone and looked at me. "They'll be here in fifteen minutes."

By the time Carlisle, Esme and Rosalie got back; Alice and I were confused about what she had seen. We knew that Bella was taking the flight that left at nine o'clock. Alice explained what she saw. Esme and Rosalie were just as confused as we were. "There was no way this could be about Bella, unless …" my thoughts stopped as I noticed Renesmee's expression. I had already heard her thoughts as she opened her cell phone. "Unless she took an earlier flight …"

The phone rang, breaking the silence. Carlisle answered it. "Yes, this is Carlisle Cullen …" His hand came up to cover his face. "Yes, Bella Cullen is my daughter … No, we weren't aware that she had done that." The conversation went on for twenty minutes. "We'll be home …" his voice cracked. "Yes, thank you, we'll start making the arrangements." He paced the handset back on the cradle.

He turned around and looked at all of us. The only time I had seen that fearful expression on Carlisle's face was the day at the ballet studio. "That was the airline," he said. "They said that Bella had made a last minute change and took an earlier flight."

"Why didn't she call and let us know?" Rosalie asked.

Alice and I looked at one another, now the vision made sense. It slowly began to sink in to everyone what had happened. The flight that had crashed outside of Denver was the earlier flight that Bella took.

Carlisle shook his head. No one noticed my daughter glance down at her phone. "She called me three hours ago, when she changed her flight. I had my phone on vibrate. This is my fault. I killed my mother."

My head snapped up as soon as I heard what she was thinking. Her eyes met mine. She dropped the phone and began to back away from me. I tried to reach her before she bolted. "Renesmee, this isn't your fault." She continued to back away from us.

The silence was broken as Esme sank down to the floor in tearless sobs. Carlisle knelt down and gathered her in his arms as she cried for the loss of her daughter. Jasper, Alice, Emmett and Rosalie realized that their baby sister was not going to walk through the door again.

Renesmee looked at everyone as if she were lost. "What have I done?" She turned and ran out the backdoor, glass shattering as the door hit the wall.

Alice looked at me as I picked up the cell phone and opened up the text message from Bella.

~Nessie, I wanted to surprise you all, so I am taking an earlier flight. It leaves at five o'clock. The number is 1857. It is a non-stop to Seattle. I should be home by eleven. I love you. ~

"Renesmee thinks that it was her fault." I choked out, trying not to break.

"What do you mean?" Emmett questioned his grief apparent.

"Bella," I began to reply, my voice cracking. "Bella sent a text to Renesmee about the flight change. Her phone was on vibrate."

"When did she send it?" Jasper asked, not wanting to force calm on anyone.

I looked at the time. "5:30 pm, Bella would have already been in the air."

I felt Esme place a hand on my shoulder. "Edward, you have to find her. Renesmee will need you now, more than ever. She is so much like you. She'll be so lost without you."

I nodded, as I understood what she meant. I could not fall apart right now and run as I did when I thought Bella was dead. I would grieve later, in private. I ran out to the backyard, inhaling deeply. It was easy to catch Renesmee's scent, since it was a combination of mine and Bella's human scent before she was changed. As I followed her scent, I realized where she headed … the meadow.

Ten minutes later, I paused at the clearing, listening to my daughter's cries. The sound ripped at me. I heard it come from above me. Then I felt it, a teardrop on my forearm. I looked up in the giant cedar that was behind me. About twenty feet up, one the second set of branches, was Renesmee. She sat with her knees drawn up against her chest, her arms wrapped around her head. I heard her inhale sharply as she became aware of my presence. I jumped up to the first set of branches just below her.

It was like looking into a mirror with Renesmee as I repeated something that Bella had told me often when things went wrong. "It's not your fault, Nessie."

"If I had been paying attention …" she began to sob.

I pulled myself up and sat next to her. I wrapped my arms around her as she clung to me. "Ah, Nessie there was no way you could have known. Your mother's flight left at five o'clock. She sent you that message at five-thirty. Even if you would have told us, the plane was already in the air."

Renesmee pulled away and jumped out of the tree. She landed on the ground without a sound. I followed her. Her thoughts were silent. It was the first time it had happened. My daughter was shutting me out. I saw her posture change as low growl came from her. I knew this was coming. Alice had silently warned me before I left the house.

She turned around, anger and grief marring her beautiful face. "She wasn't supposed to die! She was supposed to stay with you forever!" Renesmee snarled. "She was supposed to stay with us forever!"

I saw her crouch as she turned away to run deeper into the forest. Before she could run, I had my arms around her from behind. I would not let her react as I had. Grief and instinct rode the same roller coaster as Renesmee struggled to free herself. Her mind screamed her grief as the images of the last hour ripped through my head… I felt pain shoot through my arm as her teeth cut into my skin, her self-preservation kicking in. Ignoring the pain, I bent my head down so my cheek was against the side of her head.

"Renesmee, it's me, your father. No one is hurting you."

As my thoughts began to cut through the screaming in her head, she realized she had bitten my arm. It startled her and she immediately stilled. Then a high-pitched sob that caused me flinch came from her. "Daddy …"

We sat there until the starry night sky gave way to the morning pink gray. Renesmee had cried her self to sleep as I rocked her, comforting her. I spent the night remembering everything from the first day in biology to now. My daughter seemed to sense it and placed her hand against my neck, adding her memories to mine. I smiled as her favorite memory appeared.

It was her tenth birthday and Renesmee looked like any typical eighteen years old. I will never forget that day. Our daughter stopped aging that day. Renesmee had finally acquired the taste for animal blood instead of the donated blood we kept in the house. She had become very skilled as she hunted. She had had a few mountain lions, but either Bella or I would kill those. Neither of us wanted to test her body's resilience; however, as she got older, we thought better of it, giving her free reign when she hunted. Then we went on a special hunting trip down in South America. We had spent the previous day on Isle Esme then went to the main land for our hunting trip.

We had been hunting for twenty minutes when Renesmee caught the scent of a panther. We followed the scent until we came up it, crouching on a branch above us. It growled at Renesmee with its ear laid back against it head. Before I could attack, it jumped down not ten feet from her. It launched itself at her and it was over before it started.

Bella stepped forward but I stopped and nodded. "She'll be alright." After a few minutes, Renesmee stood up gracefully and turned around. She did not have a drop of blood on her clothes nor were they shredded to pieces, as Bella's clothes were when she had first hunted.

She smiled that crooked smile she got from me. Bella could not help but laugh. "You are so your father's daughter."

Then the memory faded as she fell asleep. I kept her hand on my neck and watched her dream. Noticing that it was getting light, I gently nudged Renesmee. "We need to get home. Everyone's going to wonder if we're coming back." She nodded and shifted around to my back. I stood up and felt her tighten her arms around my neck as we made our way home.

Carlisle and Jasper came out to meet us. Jasper took Renesmee from me. "Come on, munchkin; time to get you to bed." He walked to the side of the house and jumped up the open French doors that lead into my old room.

I looked at Carlisle. We turned and walk to the river. Then jumping across, we hit the ground on the other side at a dead run. When I knew that we were out of range of the house, I stopped and sank to the ground. I felt my chest rip open further as I allowed myself to grieve the loss of my wife, my mate and lover. I wrapped my arms around my chest, as if that action alone would keep my heart from falling out. I felt Carlisle's hands on my shoulders as he offered silent support.

"I know, son, I know." he said, trying to keep his grief under control.

"I can't believe after everything, I still lost her." I replied as a tearless sob wracked my body.

"Bella will always be with us, Edward. She gave the best part of herself to Renesmee."

Flashed of Bella and Renesmee, memories of the last hundred years, flew through my mind. I knew Carlisle was right. Bella had given me the greatest gift in the world, a daughter. Around four o'clock, Carlisle's phone rang, breaking the silence. "It's Esme." He answered it. "Yes … we'll be home shortly." He hung up and turned to me. "Renesmee's awake. She asked Alice if you were coming home."

I looked at him confused. "Why would she think I wasn't …?"

"She knows how much you loved Bella. She knows how you reacted when you thought Bella was dead. After all, Edward, she still is half human." Carlisle explained.

I looked down at my arm. The bite from Renesmee had barely started to close. "Yes, she is." Carlisle noticed the new bite. I heard his thoughts. "I had to restrain Renesmee. She was so broken, Carlisle. I had my arms around her and she panicked, biting my arm."

He took a closer look at it. "She must have gotten in deep since it's still healing."

"Carlisle, do you think there was any way that Bella could have survived?"

His eyebrows furrowed then he looked at me. "Son, I know you want me to say yes, there's a chance, but I honestly can't say that. The fire had engulfed the whole aircraft." his answered his voice cracking.

We made our way back to the house, discussing how we were going to handle the story of Bella's death. It would be easier this time since we had not been back to Forks in one hundred years. Amazing how a small town can grows. It was no longer the town of three thousand one hundred and twelve people, but a city of almost seven thousand. Everyone we knew then had passed. We moved back in May, so no one knew us.

A family meeting was called as soon as we got home. Everyone gathered in the dining room. Renesmee sat to the left of Carlisle; she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on top of them. I pulled the chair closer to her and sat down. I put my arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on my shoulder. "She may be a hundred years old, but she will always be my little girl."

We talked about our options. Carlisle was the first to speak. "The next several weeks or months are going to be very difficult, for everyone." he began. "However, we have a decision to make. Esme, what do you think?"

Esme thought for a moment then answered. "Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie will be starting their sophomore year. Alice, Edward, Renesmee and Bella were going to start out as freshmen. It doesn't matter where we go, we would still be dealing with this."

Everyone nodded in agreement, giving his or her opinion of the situation. I spoke at that point. "We haven't been around long enough for anyone to have gotten know any of us, save the hospital."

Carlisle nodded. "Yes, everyone at the hospital knows of our family." He paused then looked at Renesmee. "Nessie, you've been very quiet."

"I'm in agreement with everyone. It would cause more of a problem if we disappear, even if we've only been here a short time." she said quietly then got up and went upstairs.

"The decision is made then, we stay." Carlisle said.

Everyone slowly left the dining room, Jasper with Alice; Emmett with Rosalie and Carlisle with Esme. I sat the table alone, grief overtaking me. I heard the sobs from upstairs. "My little girl, how do we get through this?"

I got up and made my way upstairs. I remembered the first time I brought Bella to my room. I was nervous, since I could not read her mind, about what she would think. Now, it was Renesmee's room. I thought it was interesting that she left everything as it was, save a few things that she added from her own collection.

I paused outside the room, watching her. She was sitting in the doorway of the open French doors. I shook my head when I saw she had on my favorite blue shirt. Whenever she was upset or felt alone, she would put it on. It was an anchor for her. It reminder her of who she was when she felt like she did not fit in.

"Are you going to leave me all alone?"

I stood there, frozen. "Why would you ask me that? I love you with my life just like I loved your mother." Then I realized that Bella had worn my shirt before she left and it still had her scent on it. I sat down next to Renesmee.

"I'm sorry … I don't know what to do. I feel numb, like part of me is missing." she looked at me, her chocolate brown eyes confused and hurting. A tear fell down her cheek.

I reached up and wiped it away. "I know, Nessie. It's going to take a long time to get over this, but you can't shut me out like you did earlier today." I paused, hearing her silently apologize again. "You're mother had that gift. It's different when you push someone out."

Renesmee nodded. "I didn't know what to do. I was mad at myself then I was mad at mom." She ran her fingers over the scar on my right forearm and put her hand over her mouth to stifle a sob. "I can't believe I did that. I'm so sorry, dad."

I stood up, offering my hand to her and pulled her up. I wrapped her in my arms and held her. "I understand what happened. Self-preservation makes us do things we never thought we would do. Your instincts were governing you. You did nothing wrong." I felt her nod then I heard her stomach growl.

She giggled and kissed my cheek. "I guess I need to eat, but I really don't feel like it." We turned to go down stairs when she caught her reflection in the mirror. "I look horrible."

We made our way downstairs. Everyone was in the kitchen talking about school. Renesmee began going through her cabinets. A quiet growl came from her causing Esme to turn and walk over to her. She put her arm around Renesmee.

"Nessie, why don't you go hunting." she suggested as she tucked a strain curl behind her granddaughter's ear. Esme sensed Renesmee's hesitancy. She looked over at Carlisle. "I know we already hunted but I think a family hunt would be a good idea."

Carlisle looked around at everyone. "I think that's a great idea. It's going to a long few weeks and we can get out of the house."

I watched Renesmee go upstairs then heard her call as she went. "I'm going to change."

When she came back downstairs a few minutes later, she was wearing a black tank top and a pair of jeans. We all left to go hunting.