Sorry for my virtual nonexistence, people! Time flies when you are being tortured by school… Anyway! Second chapter is now up! Read and ENJOY!

Nessie remained stubbornly on my lap, her face hidden in my chest, refusing to move.

"A monster?" I asked wearily.

"Yes," was the muffled response.

I sighed. I wanted to watch the game, alright? Here I was, thinking that I had arrived just in time for the begging. Well, think again, Em. Apparently, a monster lives in this house. Oooh, creepy.

Not.

I picked Nessie up and placed her on the ground. She grabbed hold of my leg and wouldn't let go of it no matter how hard I tried to pull her off. That made walking up the stairs very awkward but I still managed to do it.

"Nessie?" I said, quite patiently.

"Yes?" she replied.

"Get off my leg, please," I said.

"No, thank you," she answered sweetly.

"Alright," I answered and trudged on to reach her room.

I opened the door and peered inside. The duvet had been thrust aside, on the floor, in Renesmee's rush to get away from the 'monster'.

I picked it up and placed it on the bed again.

"Renesmee," I began firmly, taking her in my arms and placing her on the bed, "everything seems normal in here."

"Did you check in the closet?" she whispered fearfully.

"The closet?" I asked. "No, not yet."

"The monster is in there," she said confidentially, nodding seriously .

Again, I sighed and opened the closet door.

There were a lot of clothes, a lot of pink stuff, but nothing strange seemed to be in there. I even rifled through some of her stuff, although my 'search' was a bit superficial. Damn Alice. Is there a single store in the United States of America which she had not bought clothes for Nessie from? Very pink clothes, too.

God, I hate pink.

I emerged from the closet door and turned to see Nessie curled up in the bed, shaking.

I sighed. See? This is why TV should be forbidden from all peoples' homes. It gives little kiddies all these weird ideas and scary thoughts. I, myself, cannot see the movie 'The Hand that Rocks the Cradle' without shrieking at the scary scenes.

But, wait, if there isn't a TV, how am I supposed to watch sports? SCRATCH THAT PREVIOUS THOUGHT! A television must be placed in every single families' house.

Anyway, as I moved toward Nessie, ready to glue her to the bed if necessary, saying, "Look, Ness. There is absolutely nothing in the—"

"EMMETT!" she yelled suddenly, her eyes growing wider and wider by the second. "Behind you!"

I turned around and saw a black shape floating.

Aw, sh**.

AN: I promise I won't make you wait as long as I just did for the next chapter, alright? Leave a review, please!

Oh, and I know that 'The Hand that Rocks the Cradle' is a really old movie, but I didn't want Emmett to be scared of something obvious like 'Jaws' or something. Which I have never seen, by the way, because I am too chicken.