New Chapter... I hope you like it. Well, R&R.

Diclamier: I do not own anything. just the plot.


"Are you sure?" Charles stared at her daughter, coffee in his hands and his mouth agape. Even Ewan had his mouth open. For a four year old he sure understood a lot of things. They were having dinner, and Bella couldn't resist but ask a small tinny question. Bella nodded, with a sigh. "C'mon tell me the truth, honey."

Bella rolled her eyes and said, "Yes I want to go, and yes I'm telling you the truth."

"I somehow have a four year old boy genius, and I have a seventeen year old girl believing she's crazy, hearing voices and having absurd dreams." He mumbled to himself, taking a couple sips from his coffee.

Bella and Ewan giggled at their father who was still utterly shocked. "But-"

"But nothing, dad." She stood taking her and her brother's plate and taking them to the sink. "Hey I was still eating that!" her brother shouted. Bella looked down at the plate, seeing that they were only a couple of lettuce from the salad. "Since when do you eat veggies?"

"Since now." Even now it surprised how her brother could suddenly be a boy genius, since a year ago he was still chewing on his fingers.

Bella shook her head, rolling her eyes. She looked back at her father and said, "And I don't believe I'm just... concerned about my future." being a bit melodramatic.

"Be concerned about school first then your life, honey." He said, while eating the piece of meat. Bella sighed, turning on the water. After doing the dishes, she went up to her room. Tired from her day, she abruptly fell on her bed. And fatigue took over.


"Leave me alone!"

The female's scream echoed throughout the woods. I jumped startled at the sound. I felt the sudden urge to run away, but my feet wouldn't dare to. I looked at both directions. Why am I here? Where's dad? Where's Ewan? Where's ....Edward?

"Stay away from her!"

Another yell. A male's voice. Fierce and scenic. Edward? Is that him? My heart started to race. Was that fright of lust? Lately I haven't figured out which it was. My feet started to move around, my eyes fiercely searching for him. I could call for him, but my voice wouldn't dare speak. Was I afraid of him? Was I....

"Bella!"


Startled, she woke from her slumber. Fatigue still strong, she lazily climbed out of bed. As crazy as it sound, she felt scared. Scared that she even woke. She wished that she would stay in that dream for eternity. Ever since the dreams started, it scared her. Not the dreams itself, the feeling that she couldn't feel or see Edward, or that young lady, who yet she haven't seen. To be away from them, felt the world turned ugly and unhealthy. Such intense dreams, such terrifying details, yet she still felt safe with them. Edward, the man, who seemed to be the safe haven.

"She's really annoying though, but she's still great... I guess." Bella heard a whisper in the other room. It came from her brother's room. She haltered on the way to the washroom, hearing more whispers. She quietly tip toed to his room, fingering the signed base ball bat pinned on the wall.

"Ewan?" She stopped at the threshold, peeking in his room. Ewan was sitting on his bed, blanket wrapped around him, and he was staring at the window.

"You scared her away." Ewan mumbled, pouting at her sister.

Bella didn't break the contact from the window; she walked over to her brother, bending down on her knees. "Who were you talking to?" Ewan pointed to the window, grinning. Bella stood, walking over to the window. She glanced back at her brother, then quickly back to the window. She clenched her fist and her jaw, afraid to see what was outside. She lingered her hand on the edge of the window, cupping her face to see through the dark night. Her heart started racing, she swallowed hard, and had her fist and jaw still clenched. But she had found nothing. Only the black sky. The trees fiercely blowing in the wind and everything else so still. "Her?" she whispered. She turned and looking at her little brother, who was fast asleep.

"Bella." She yanked herself around, turning back at the window. She quickly opened the window, looking around. "Bella."

It sounded so distant, far away from last time. Bella shook her head. Surprised, almost in tears, she reached out, only grabbing thin air. "Don't go."

"Bella!"


"So you had a dream in your dream and you woke up from that dream after only a few minutes waking from that dream scared and vulnerable?" She scowled at her father. Charles couldn't get what his daughter was saying. Bella had just the same dreams she had since she got here. And each time they get weirder and weirder. Like her father had said, she had a dream in her dream, waking up vulnerable and scared. "Then who's this Edward you keep dreaming of?"

"I've never mentioned Edward."

"Well you did when you ran down the stairs." Bella bit her lip, thinking back, if she did – she did. A couple moments later, she came back down, dressed in her normal day clothes and her brother following her down the stairs.

"But Bewwa, I want sugar in my cereal." Ewan complained. Bella rolled her eyes, glaring at her little brother.

"Dad will kill me if I let you," She scooped him up, holding him over her shoulders. "And besides I don't want to take you back to the dentist, you know how they freak me out."

"Put sugar in my cereal!" Ewan shouted hitting his fist on his sister's back. Bella rolled, only feeling a slight pinch from the punches.

"No, or you're only getting broccoli tonight." Bella scowled, sitting him on the counter. Ewan pouted, crossing his arms over his small chest.

"You're mean!"

"For a boy genius, you still whine a lot." Ewan stuck out his tongue. Bella kissed his forehead, placing him on the floor and grabbing Fruit Loops, from on top of the fridge.


"Edward please for once, stop, arguing with your sister." Carlisle scowled at his son. Edward sighed, leaving his office. It had been years since him and his sister had a simple conversation without having to end it with either Jasper or Emmett pulling them off each other, or stopping their arguments. He had to admit, he hated this. Hated having to loath his sister every time he saw her in sight.

"Edward."

"You. Get away." He growled at his brother-in-law. Jasper watched him stomp down the hall and into his room. Edward stopped at the threshold, seeing his sister on the couch. "Alice."

"Ah, the predictable heart that never falls." Alice smirked at her brother. She fingered the scarf, Bella use to wear, that was on the small suit case by the large book case. She effortlessly leaped from the couch and in seconds she was in front of him. "What are you doing?"

"It's not of your damn business of what I'm doing." He growled, brushing past her. Out of his sight, Alice visibly winced at the disdain venom in his voice. He grabbed his sweater, throwing it on and grabbed his suit case. "Besides, you can see the future. Or will you ignore that one too?"

"Edward," She tried.

"Alice," She haltered as she stepped toward him. "Do I look like that I give a damn?"

"Why do you keep blaming me?!" She shouted. Edward kept his stoned face on, showing no visible emotion. "I'm sorry, I never meant to."

"Don't apologies to me, apologies to her!" He shouted, pushing her out his way. She winced, watching him leave the room. Her head shot up, her eyes suddenly distant.

"Oh," She whispered. Abruptly she ran past Edward, running down the stairs and into the front lawn. "My God!" She squealed. Two figures came out of the foggy area. Edward stood beside her, shocked as her as well. Alice scrunched her nose at the disgusting scent. The brunette, the green eyes, the small petite lady. Renesemee.

"Father," Renesemee whispered, running toward her father. And behind her stood the shape shifter, Jacob. Renesemee practically leaped in his arms, her sixteen year old body clinging on her young father.

Shocked at her sight, Edward stood there frozen, stagnant. His arms slowly adjusted, moving around her waist, pulling her close to him. It had been five years since she left home. After a century since she was born, she was still sixteen. Her mate, Jacob, still sixteen as well. But she wouldn't call him her mate, for she still thought of him as her brother. Which was surprisingly alright with Jacob. It felt still very new for him, the imprinting. Even now, she was his age, he still haven't felt anything sexual or passionate toward her. She still felt like a little sister to him. His father was right, imprinting was a big deal.

"You've done well," Emmett smiled, placing a hand on Jacob's shoulder. "You didn't come back bringing back her dead body." Rosalie hit his arm, scowling at him. Renesemee giggled hugging her uncle.

"What's the occasion?" Edward mumbled. Everyone including Renesemee's face dropped, staring at Edward. "I mean, you haven't been home for five years."

"Father," "Edward," Mostly everyone besides Jacob spoke. "Stop."

"Sure. Go on with your reunion, I'll be leaving." He grabbed his suit case, brushing past his daughter.

"Edward," Jacob's voice rose from the crowd. Edward haltered, turning back at his son. "She's home. It's what you wanted since the very start."

Edward glanced at his daughter. A single tear streamed down her cheek. "You can't take little pleasure from anything, can you father?" Her voice cracked. Edward invisibly winced. "You just hate everything."

In less than a second, he stood right in front of her, wiping the new tears. Renesemee swallowed hard, avoiding her father's gaze. He pressed his lips on her forehead, pulling her in a hug. "I don't hate you."


I'll explain more in the next chapter, of what's wrong with Alice and Edward. And why Edward so mad. well, REVIEW please... thank you if you do.