Hey chapter 1 is here! I thought I would put this chapter up early. To answer the question of my first and favourite reviewer dkgors, yes, they are human, no vampire abilities, sorry I didn't make that clear.

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PS: Stephanie Meyer owns all characters, I only own the story.

Chapter one: The meeting

The silver Volvo belonging to Miss Cullen pulled into the seemingly, never-ending driveway. It was exactly how she remembered it to be. Surrounded by the same greenery, with trees and snow surrounding the very big and splendour Cullen House. The shrubbery surrounding the house and in the forest was exactly where it used to be. Renesmee then got the feeling of deja vu. The only difference was that there were a number of cars lined up outside of the house.

Shit.

It was the only word Renesmee could process. Her brain was screaming, "turn back, leave! Go back to New york!" But something was saying no. Something or someone was pulling her in there. She parked the car beside her Grandpa Charlie's very old cruiser.

She was about to get out of her car when she caught a reflection of herself in the rearview mirror. There wasn't much wrong with her, but she had to look a little more presentable if she was going to see her family, who she hasn't seen in the past four years. Yes, four years. The last time she saw them was when she was leaving for New York to pursue her modelling career which would never take of if she stayed in Washington. Unless she was on a poster for a road safety organisation, but that wasn't her calling in life. No, she had bigger fish to fry. She said goodbye to her family at the airport in Seattle, at the age of seventeen. She met an old friend Maggie, who then became her agent, and for a year the two worked together trying to get Renesmee her big break. That dream became a reality for them both when Renesmee got a part for a fitness commercial, which lead to people taking an interest in her. She has been on the cover of Sports Illustrated, been in a campaign for Chanel, which she travelled to France for and met her ex-boyfriend David, she has been an ambassador for beauty campaigns and commercials, and has modelled on the runway, clothes lines and jewellery lines. Yes, Renesmee made it to success. Once things started getting really hectic, she was swapped over to a bigger agency company, and left Maggie behind that was three years ago. Three years since she last spoke to her.

Renesmee sighed, after remembering her past. She quickly rubbed the smudges her eyeliner left, reapplied some foundation, and put on a bit of mascara, and a tint of lipstick. She sat back in her seat and smiled while ruffling her hair. This was her. She grabbed her keys can hopped out of her car. She locked the door and straightened out her t-shirt. She made her slow decent up to the front door. Her heels clip-clopping on the gravel, was the only sound she could hear, apart from the wind. The rain had stop so her hair was safe from getting too curly, which would make her look like she had a mane.

Eventually she made it to the front door, before she knocked she pushed her ear up next to the door frame. She could hear voices some familiar ones, some not so familiar. She could hear music blaring, obviously her Uncle Emmett had gotten there first and start playing Muse songs. She finally plucked the courage to ring the doorbell, and when she did the talking and music stopped, and everyone was hushing each other. This made Renesmee nervous. Were they expecting her? Had her Mom told everyone that she was coming? Is that why they were having this part?

Suddenly, her Grandpa Carlisle was at the door with a smile on his face. He opened the door and gave her an embrace, which if she could recall, wasn't a usual thing they did.

"We missed you Nessie! Your Mom has been sitting on the edge of her seat all day," he said as we made our way to the luxurious living room.

They entered the living room, and everyone yelled "surprise!" This had Alice written all over it. Everyone came over to her at once. They were all so excited to have their Nessie back. She might have looked different but it didn't matter to them. Renesmee could see all of her family and friends, whom she forgot she loved so dearly. Everyone was there, The Cullens: Mom, Dad, Aunt Rosalie, Aunt Alice, Uncle Emmett, Uncle Jasper, Nanna Esme and of course her Grandpa Carlisle. Her Grandpa Charlie had also managed to make it. He had his arm wrapped around Sue Clearwater, and she couldn't help but noice an engagement ring on her finger! Billy Black, Rachel and Paul, Quil and Embry, Jared and Kim, Sam and Emily, Collin and Brady and Claire. Also, Leah and Seth Clearwater, brother and sister, son and daughter of Sue, who was previously married to Harry, who died of a heart attack six years ago. Everyone was here to welcome her home. Everyone but one. But it's probably best he didn't come, with the history between the two of them.

"Renesmee, we haven't seen you in like forever," Rachel cried whilst hugging her. All Renesmee could do was smile, she was so overwhelmed. She was pulled over to her mother, who had been crying. Renesmee had a huge pit of guilt in her stomach at the sight, she didn't want to start crying so she pulled her mom into a huge embrace.

"Don't cry mom, you'll make me feel worse, I'm so sorry I haven't visited, it's just ... my career-"

"I know. Your career is important, and we all accept that, but have you noticed just how much?"

"Mom, I love you, but sometimes you make no sense. What do you mean?"

Bella Cullen made a huge sigh. She was happy her daughter was safe and well, and that she had returned home, but she couldn't help but feel upset that her daughter hadn't even bothered to lift the phone to check up. It had always been Bella to get in touch with her. Renesmee was going to have to work for her forgiveness. "Follow me," she said, and walked off into the hall and up the stairs. Renesmee followed willingly. Passing a few framed photogarphs that she couldn't help but notice that a couple were of her, including some from her success as a model.

Bella lead her into a room, which Renesmee recognised as her old room. This wasn't the house she grew up in, it was more of a second home. The actual house she grew up in lived across the river, which had a bridge that she could walk over to get from house to house. Her family members, mostly her Uncles used to chase over it for fun. Those were some of the best memories Renesmee had of her childhood. She had a room in the Cullen house, because she would spend a number of nights over here, and have sleepovers with her aunts. Another pile of memories Renesmee kept. Renesmee looked around the room and smiled, it was the same colour, purple, her favourite colour. It was a rectangular room, with the bed spread out against the wall beside the door, a desk with a laptop sitting at an angle in the corner, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers at the end of the room, an en suite beside that, and across from the door a square window with black curtains that she never used. She liked to see the sun set and she liked to watch the calm way the wind shook the trees at night, it sent her to sleep. When she was a child her dad sang and played her favourite lullaby on her piano, placed below the window, which usually did the trick.

Bella strolled over to a chest of drawers that was seated beside the bed. "Here," she said, "Look at this." She pulled out a book, and placed it on the desk beside the laptop. As Renesmee inched closer she realised it was a scrapbook. This was odd, because the only time she remembered her mom using a scrapbook was when her mom would tell her stories about her past. Bella had kept a scrapbook of her Senior Year at Forks High School, and had on occasion shown it to Renesmee. Bella opened the scrapbook at the first page, and pointed to a particular picture. "This... this," Bella tried to hold back tears unsuccessfully, "This is the day you left for New York."

Renesmee bent over the desk to get a better look. It was, the picture brought the memory back so vividly. It was of her embracing her mother in a hug. A tear streamed down her face, which she wiped away with ease, whilst Bella blew her nose with a tissue that came from the box beside the computer. There was a couple more of these kinds of photos as the mother and daughter flicked their way through. Renesmee noticed as they got further on the damage she must of done, and the hole she must have left. All those years she was being selfish. not bothering to call, but the truth was she was busy. Her job was constant, it was either photo shoots, meetings, interviews or going out to clubs and representing her campaign. Many of the photos in the album were of Renesmee's ever growing career. there was one of the award she won in England for Model of the Year, and many of the award ceremonies that had been held in the States. There were some of her with the fittest actors in the world, when she was invited to the Golden Globes and Academy Awards three years in a row. She was expected to make an arrival later that year.

Bella closed the book and smiled. "We are so proud of you Renesmee." She wiped a tear from her daughter's face. "But what you did wasn't right. I'm dissapointed, but proud."

Renesmee knew she had hurt her mom deeply. Bella got up and was about to leave the room when Renesmee stopped her.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I understand what I've done and I feel awful, am I forgiven," she asked this, even though she knew there was no hope in the answer to be positive.

"No, but your my daughter, you can work for it." And with that she left the room.

Renesmee sat there for a couple of minutes contemplating her thoughts. She managed to find the strength and lift herself from the position she was seated in, and make her way down the stairs to the living room where everyone was gathered. Again they all smiled happily at her as she walked in, even though some were just a little disappointed in her. Renesmee tried to shift her gaze from the guests' wondering eyes and headed over to Billy, an old friend of the family.

"Hey Billy," she greeted him with a smile and a simple wave of her right hand.

"Nice to see you Renesmee, or shall I call you Vanessa?"

Renesmee's stage name was Vanessa R Cullen. She thought the name Renesmee was a bit of a mouthful.

"Please, just call me Nessie," she corrected him.

Billy raised his right eyebrow then chuckled. He was amused by the fact that she would keep the name that his son nicknamed her when she was fifteen. He loved his son and Nessie together, they were the perfect pair. When she moved, he moved. And when he moved, she moved. Perfectly synchronised. His son was always in a good mood when Nessie was around. They dated for two years and his son was devastated when they broke up, it's like he went into a sort of coma, but could still walk around and notice other people's existence.

"So how's the career?" he had to change the subject off the name, or he would say something he shouldn't.

"It's great! I've had a lot of success over the last three, four years, it's been amazing!"

Billy just nodded along in agreement, he couldn't deny Renesmee's success had been great! Renesmee gathered the courage to ask him the question she was burning to ask.

"Uh ... Billy, have you ... heard or ... uh ... seen from him? Is he keeping well?"

Billy smirked.

"Maybe you should ask him yourself."

And with that Renesmee turned around and was staring into the dark brown eyes she had missed so much.

She was staring into the eyes of him!

Jacob Black.

A/N: Thanks for reading again chapter two will be up soon promise!

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