pEdward Cullen was not a man prone to non action. Though he leaned casually against the door frame his fingers twitched with impatience, anticipation, aggravation… he wanted to scream at her but instead he feigned calm and relaxed his posture as he watched his wife and daughter. They were having a conversation, though not with words. Renesmee had, since birth, the ability to communicate through touch. Over the years her mother, Bella, somehow developed this same talent though it only worked with Renesmee. They had attributed this to a kind of mother-daughter connection. Anything seemed possible where Bella and Renesmee were involved… they were an enigma. Edward had fallen in love with Bella over fifty years ago, when she was still a human. They had married and conceived their daughter before she had been 'changed' thus creating new and uncharted territory for the Cullen's, as well as any other vampire. They were a one of a kind pair, mother and daughter, unique and forging a new history together.

Renesmee was alive. She had 'talents' and a thirst for blood, yet was not vampire. Her heart beat steady and strong in her chest, her blood flowed true and thick through her veins. She did not age as she should in a natural world, having been at the peak of her adolescence for the last thirty six years. She had an unnatural beauty that set her apart from everyone else in the coven. Though they called themselves 'family' Renesmee, Edward, and Bella were the only ones actually blood related. Bella had been ready to die for her daughter to live, and nearly had. As he stood reflecting on these things Edward shuddered despite himself. Anger and disappointment clouded his vision. He had the ability to read thoughts. There was only one person in the world he'd met that could avoid his penetrating mind and that was his wife. Now there were two… he'd noticed it ten or so years ago. It was getting harder and harder to see into his daughter's thoughts, now it was nearly impossible. This also was attributed to the bond she shared with her mother.

He wasn't sure what to make of his beautiful daughter. She had a good soul, of that he was sure. How could she not? Bella was her mother, and she had the purest most loving heart he had ever known. Alice was right, she was over indulged… spoiled. He wanted so badly to look at her and see the little girl he fell in love with… the sweet little angel that had stolen all their hearts with one blink of her big brown eyes but that was not the girl who sat in front of him now. It had taken years to reconcile himself to that fact and he feared he was the only one who really believed it. Bella could see nothing but the love she held deep and close to her heart for her only daughter… the only child they would ever have. He wished he could have that resolve. Renesmee was not perfect though she so wished to appear so. She did things and acted in ways he could not overlook. She was a frivolous girl… a foolish girl. She took nothing seriously, least of all the lives of those around her. He kept waiting for her to grow up but after fifty two years he was losing hope.

He could not bring himself to feign surprise over Alice's vision. He wanted to feel rage, wanted to feel the familiar surge pr protectiveness but all he could feel was tired. He had told Alice before to stop watching for her. Renesmee was so whimsical and she had absolutely no impulse control. This made it difficult for Alice who was constantly seeing things that may or may not happen. It was unnecessarily stressful for her, and Edward was sorry for that. For all Renesmee's faults Alice, like the rest of them, could not help but love her. She still watched for her. This vision involving her husband had troubled her and for the first time he could see she was fighting within herself just like him. They were fighting to trust her, to see her as she was and not who she was becoming.

He glared at the back of her head. If Renesmee felt his stare, she did not show it. She had to know that Jasper would never let her get that close to him. First of all he was terrified of hurting her. Edward could hear him screaming at himself every time he caught her scent. There was no way he would put himself through that. There was no way he would risk hurting Alice that way. He stood in the doorway almost choking, wanting to scream at the silly, wayward girl in front of him. He wanted to tell her she was stupid for even thinking it, that HE would never let that happen. No, he decided, it was better to keep peace between him and his Bella. So he stood there silently cursing her as well as himself that he could not hear her thoughts, resigned to watching her very, very closely.

"Has anyone seen Jasper?" He raised an eyebrow as he turned to face Alice. He was so involved in his own thoughts he hadn't heard hers approaching.

"No, sorry. Have you tried the woods, maybe he's hunting?" Bella and Renesmee shook their heads.

"Hmm. Okay thanks." As she turned to leave she glanced at Edward. 'I don't know where he's gone off to.' He shrugged in reply. She tried to ignore the sinking feeling she felt as she made her way to the room they shared. Something wasn't right. She could feel it. She closed her eyes and tried to see him, but there was nothing. That could only mean there was no danger, right? Of course, she assured herself. If there was something wrong surely it would make itself known to her. This was not so unusual, him disappearing. He had always needed time to himself every once in a while. It was his nature. He wasn't used to this lifestyle… being a family, especially one like this. But why had he smashed the lamp? She sat at the window and gazed out at the stars as they twinkled and fluttered in the sky, concentrating, trying to see his future but seeing nothing. She turned her head and sniffed the air.

'Fucking wolves,' she thought to herself knowing Edward could hear her from downstairs. How was she ever going to see anything with those hideous creatures lurking around? They blocked everything and she needed her vision now more than ever.

"Hey, Bells, Nessie!" the voices floated up to her ears and she growled. Jacob Black had to go, but he couldn't be allowed to know why. He would not be as calm as Edward. He could not see reason as Edward could. He would go ballistic. There would be blood shed and none of it, she knew, would be Renesmee's.