No. Never. Its been done. (Property of Stephanie Meyer) (Btw I don't have anything against blondes in this story, its just so I can describe Rosalie without saying names)
Renesmee Chapter II Light
(Preface)
No! I want to help my loved one. I want to help my momma. Let me help my momma!
How long could I go without seeing her? I wanted to see her, needed to even. I knew she was in pain and I wanted to help her. How long until this stupid, blonde haired girl would put me down?!
My heart skipped a beat. There she was. My very own loved one. My real momma. She was beautiful. She had lovely, dark hair and dark, deep brown eyes and the most beautiful shaped face. I wonder if I looked like her. But she looked in pain. Why would she be in pain? Was it that, beautiful, man biting her all over? No! no, no, no, no, no! he bit her in her heart.
I froze completely in the woman's arms. He had punctured her heart. Why on earth had he done that? He looked at her with such love and concern in his eyes, how could he have killed her?
I wanted to make her better, and put her out of her pain. What was happening? I was so confused! Somebody needed to tell me something! Put me out of the dark.
Why wouldn't my momma move? She was just lying there, shaking, looking like she had the sun burning inside her.
What could I do?