Disclaimer :

.vamps - I own Twilight! And New Moon, and Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn! And ballet shoes! Hurray!

Little voice in my head - No, you don't.

.vamps - Okay, fine. Stephanie Meyer can keep Breaking Dawn. It wasn't very good anyways.

Little voice in my head - *cough

.vamps - Fine. Stephanie owns it all. Except the ballet shoes! Those will be mine forever! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Chapter 2

Hello, Goodbye

Jacob's Perspective -

Renesmee and I were the only one's at the Cullen's house for a while. The rest of them had gone hunting for a while, and they needed a baby-sitter. I was probably the cheapest thing they could find, considering I'd do it for free. I didn't usually come over here, maybe once or twice a week. The vampire stench was becoming too much. Nessie usually just came over to my house for an hour everyday instead. Edward would drop her off to me at the boarder line, kind of like how we used to do with Bella. I only now realize how ridiculous that was. We had less caution with the toddler then we'd had with her. I was flipping through TV channels looking for something baby appropriate. I found a show called Blue's Clues, and settled on that.

"Jacob, please don't say you're serious."

"What?" I asked. "Most little kids love this stuff."

"Yes, I well, I don't really fall into the definition of 'most little kids'." When was she going to get it into her head that she was a just a two year old? Physically, at least. I didn't want her to miss out on things like this. Little kid stuff that she'll see on some re-run when she's thirty or something and be able to laugh about how she used to like this stupid crap. Problem was, she already knew it was stupid crap.

"Can't I watch CSI or something?"

"How do you know what CSI even is?!"

"Uncle Jasper and I watch it sometimes when it's his turn to baby-sit. It's very interest-"

"Jasper let you watch CSI!?!?"

"Well, yes. I'm perfectly capable of understanding-"

"That's not the point Nessie. You shouldn't be watching CSI no matter how much of it you claim to "understand". Not at your age. You should be watching Blue's Clues, and Dora, and all the other little kid crap on TV."

"Aha! So you admit it."

"Admit what?"

"That these baby shows you're trying to force me to watch are indeed, as you say, crap."

"Renesmee Carly Cullen!" I couldn't believe I'd just heard a two year-old say crap. It was actually kind of funny, but a responsible big brother would do something.

Steer her in the right direction. Yeah that's what a good big brother would do.

"What?"

"I, - uh - I don't ever want to hear you say that word again?" It came out as more of a question then a demand.

"What word? Baby?"

"No, the other one!"

"Force?"

"No, the other one!" I didn't want to repeat it. That would just encourage her and she'd find some clever way to use it against me.

"Oh," she said. "You mean crap."

"What did I just say?!"

"Sorry?"

"You'd better be. Now promise you'll never use that word again."

"Jacob, you are blowing this way out of proportion! It's not that big of a deal-"

"Don't go using all those big words with me young lady!" I pointed my finger at her like my dad did to me when I was in trouble. "Now promise you won't use that sort of language again!"

"Fine." She was agreeing? I must be better at this then I thought. "I promise I will not use the word crap again." She smiled. Do you see what I mean with the 'clever way to use it against me' thing?!

"That's it!" I said trying to sound parental like. "You're, um, you're… grounded! Yeah! That's right G-R-O-U-N-D-E-D!" She burst out laughing at me.

"What?" I asked sheepishly.

"Come here, Jacob." She reached her hand to my face and replayed what I'd looked like disciplining her. She looked more mature then I did.

"That bad huh?" I smiled.

"Yeah, kind of."

"Well, hey, what did you expect? I'm a high-school drop-out run away werewolf trying to teach a two year old about responsibility." I definitely wasn't one for the disciplinary department.

"Responsibility is daddy's thing. That's why you should do the Jacob thing and let me watch CSI."

"Sure, sure, like that's gonna happen." Just then my nose was on fire. I figured Bella and the others must be back but this smell was different… but some how familiar…

Oh no. This smell was surely not Bella. Not Bella at all.

I stood in front of Renesmee seconds before the door-bell rang.

"Carlisle? Isabella? Edward? Is any one home?" A high trilling and smooth voice called from the door.

"Jacob, what's wrong?" Nessie whispered.

"Shh." but that was enough to give us away. She opened the door and in stepped two very similar faces, with two very similar bright red eyes staring at us. The girl spoke first.

"Hello." She said, false kindness coloring her voice.

"What do you want?" I growled. I started vibrating, ready to turn wolf form at any minute. "The Cullen's aren't here."

The male stepped up.

"Goodbye."

Then, everything went black.

(A.N. Dun, Dun, Dun! This was more of a fluffy chapter. I wanted to put some softness into it before the more drama parts come in! Don't hate me Jacob fans! Here's a clue, Jake's a werewolf right? 'Nuff said. So… did you like it? Did you not like it? Review and tell me! Because I've never written something this vindictive before! Tell me if it's too much, and brace your-selves for the next chapter!)