From now on, it'll be from either Bella or Nessie's POV only. I'll try to keep it mostly in Nessie's POV. Plus I would like to thank my awesome reviewers! I didn't think anyone would actually read this, but they made my day that much better. So I will update super duper soon since I'm in such a good mood. :D Enjoy! (btw I just made up Nessie's growth rate. I don't remember what the actual one was, so bear with me.)

BPOV

He never existed. Never existed... That's what he told me the day he left me. And every day since then I tried to convince myself that it was true. When I collapsed on the ground in tears, I told myself it was because it actually hurt when I fell. When I found out I was expecting a baby, I told myself I had somehow magically impregnated myself. When I found out I had to take a plane to Denali to plead help from a clan I had only heard of, I told myself that it was because I didn't want the hospital to call Charlie and tell him that I had impregnated myself. Then Charlie died, and I had run out of reasons. Apparently, being a cop in Forks did have its dangers, contrary to my belief.

But I had taken care of those dangers myself. I mean, I thought killing a vampire would be harder. And, after Laurent was dead, Victoria probably got the message, because I hadn't seen much of her.

When I missed my own father's funeral, I had a real reason. I had become a mother. Imagine how bipolar my emotions must've been: ecstatic that I had a beautiful baby girl in my arms, and depressed that my father had been killed. By a vampire. Which could have been avoided easily if a certain vampire were there with his certain vampire sister who could see the future and his strong vampire family. And that's what led me to think of that bastard for the first time in months.

The only thing in the world that could keep me from hating Edward Cullen was Renesmee Carlie Swan.

Of course, those were the darker days. The days I despised life before I realized I had a daughter who looked up to me, and a daughter I had to care for. To put things in simplest terms, after I had Renesmee, I stayed at the Denali's for a week or two, then returned to Forks. Upon finding out that Charlie left the house to me in his will, I gave Charlie's room to Renesmee and kept my own. Everything else in the house stayed exactly the same. I refused to move anything due to the straying feeling in the back of my mind that this really wasn't my house. It didn't feel like my house at all.

I could've easily left Forks like I dreamed of doing since I came. But I felt terrible. Once again, I had left my father without a word to do something stupid. And came back to find him dead. Aren't I the Daughter of the Year? So, if I hadn't stayed, the guilt would've eaten me alive. It still is, but it makes me feel better to at least take something Charlie wanted me to have.

As for Renesmee, I couldn't ask for a better daughter. Incredibly intelligent, absurdly beautiful, and amazingly sweet. You can easily tell how perfect she is by my insane amount of adjectives I use when talking about her. She became my life. I valued her life more than my own. Hell, I valued her life more than the world itself.

Renesmee grew at a rate of four years to one, for some strange reason, and stayed frozen at sixteen. Our relationship was more sisterly than mother- daughterly. But even sisters have their secrets too...

Renesmee knew nothing about the Cullens. Nothing. Any sign of Edward Cullen had been removed from the premises. Birthday gifts, pictures... gone. Hehe, Edward who?

Of course, being a child with a single mother, she couldn't help but ask about him. I didn't blame her. But I didn't have the heart to tell her. What if she went looking for him one day? What if she were out one day and ran into him? The next thing I know, he'd be here, and I'd murder his ass for what he's done. So, she knew nothing that she didn't need to know. She knew I was a vampire, she knew she was part vampire, and she didn't need to know anything else.

I still saw Jacob. Frequently. Actually, whenever I could see him, I was at his house. Which was probably every day. Jake had become my best friend, but nothing more, to his disliking. And I really did love him, but something in my body told me that it wasn't right. Oh, and did I metion Nessie didn't know about him either? And he didn't know about her; he already didn't like Edward, and I didn't know how he'd feel if he found out that I had a daughter with him. Then his hormones started acting up and pretty soon he was bursting into a wolf. A big, huge wolf. Then he told me about his pack, and all that supernatural jazz.

Anyway, that's pretty much summing up what's been going on for the past four years. And I thought that would be my eternity. Living with my sixteen/ four year old vampire/ human daughter in my dead father's home, while frequently visiting my seventeen year old werewolf bestie.

And I think it's safe to say I spoke much too soon...

Sorry if this chapter was boring, but I felt I at least needed to give the back story. From now on, the story will be from Nessie's POV, with maybe one or two chapters in Bella's POV. Oh, and I forgot to say that I do not own Twilight (duh).