Author's Note: Firstly, I would like to apologize for neglecting this story for so long! I don't blame you if you've given up on me cause I've been so slack, I've just been so busy in stupid, boring real life that I haven't had time to write. VERY lame excuse, I know, and I don't expect you to want to read my story anymore, but I will adore all of you who do decide to keep reading!

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Here I am again, Renesmee thought to herself. Moping around, feeling sorry for myself. Again.

She had been lying awake for what seemed like hours, watching the sun rise, her limbs tangled in her pearly white sheets. The thought of sleep was just unappealing to her. It seemed as though the moment she shut her eyes, she fell right into another one of her nightmares. Renesmee woke up almost every night scared and shivering with cold drops of sweat dribbling down her face. The problem was that she could never remember her dreams clearly. Or maybe that was a good thing, considering her mind was already filled with horrifying thoughts from her past, such as evil vampires trying to kidnap her.

And strangely enough, each time she awoke, she glanced over at the Victorian-style clock on her bedside table and the hands were always pointing vertically upwards, indicating midnight. At first she thought it a coincidence, the fact that she always woke at midnight, but then she became suspicious. She thought it strange that midnight was also the time her parents hunted and they didn't usually arrive back at the cottage until the sun had fully risen. So each night she woke not only terrified, but also completely alone. Coincidence? Or conspiracy? But how could anybody control her sleeping patterns? Although, for all Renesmee knew, someone or something could have power over her subconscious mind. Dark magic and supernatural powers did exist within the world she lived.

Calm down, Renesmee told herself. You're just imagining things. Lack of sleep is affecting your brain.

However, there was a reason that she felt so unnerved each time she woke at night. She swore that when she opened her eyes after one of her terrifying dreams, she could see the silhouette of a figure lurking outside her window. Maybe she had sensed someone's presence and subconsciously decided to wake up. Of course, once she turned on her bedside light, the only outline she could make out through her window was the lining of the trees at the tip of the wood and relief flooded through her.

That's why Renesmee loved the sunrise so much. Light and day represented sense and reason in her opinion, whereas darkness and night always felt surreal to her, as if anything from her wild imagination could effortlessly mould itself into reality.

So there she was, staring out her window yet again, waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for sense and reason to swallow her anxiety.

There was another reason why she liked the sunrise.

It was the beginning of a new day. It was a fresh start. She had a whole new day ahead of her and she could turn her entire life upside down if she wanted to…maybe…or maybe not.

Renesmee collapsed on her back and stared up at the ceiling, exasperated.

An outsider might look in on her life and ask, "What have you got to complain about, girl?" and they would be right. She technically had a brilliant life. It was all planned out for her, no doubt, but it was brilliant. She had amazing, smart, young parents who loved her more than anything in the world, not to mention six more strong, protective vampire relatives looking out for her too. She was fairly bright herself, having read all of War and Peace by the time she was three and partaken in various deep, analytical discussions of it with her mother. She had inherited her stunning vampire qualities from her dad's side – flawless skin, gorgeous hair, charisma and an irresistible aura, which was a quality that humans couldn't even see but could most definitely feel the effects of. Yet her face carried a human sweetness about it as well, making her appear like a cover girl off Teen magazine. So, to put it blankly, she was a knockout.

And also, most fortunately, she her soul mate was already picked out for her by, well, fate before she was even born, so she wouldn't even have to worry about finding a husband in later life. How wonderfully marvellous, yes?

Well, it seemed as though Renesmee had it all – beauty, personality, intelligence, family, friends, love, money…One would have thought that all these factors would leave her feeling whole and satisfied. Well, one would be very wrong indeed. One would face the wrath of a very angry teen half-vampire if one were to assume such things.

Renesmee was far from satisfied. She felt empty. On the surface she lived a happy life, but when she scratched the surface all she could find was nothingness. All she found was a hole that she didn't know how to fill. She had become so numb. What was the importance money, beauty, glamour and charisma when there were cracks in her foundations? When there were faults in her relationships? When she carried as much romantic passion for her supposed soul mate as she would for a brother? When she shared nothing in common with her mother except taste novels and recurring nightmares? When her father was so over protective of her that he feared having a proper discussion with her would expose her to the harshness of reality?

She felt like her life was going nowhere, like it was never going to change. If in one hundred years she strolled into the Cullen mansion she wouldn't be surprised if everything and everyone were exactly the same. Emmett would be watching a newly founded football team on some hi-tech, future television, Esme would be cooking her thousandth brand new recipe, Carlisle would be hiding away in his office, Alice would be concocting some new hair style on Rosalie, who would still be bitter after years of being infertile and childless, and Jasper would be brooding over the fact which everybody's too scared to think about – that the dull, monotonous life they are living will never end or change in any way.

Forever was a long time when you had no hopes or dreams.

Renesmee yearned for change. She craved some sort of outlet. She needed to escape.

And that's when she made the decision.

She was going to escape, just for a while.

Instead of waiting for her parents' return, tossing and turning, and lying around until she had to get up, she thew the blankets off her delicate body and swung her legs swiftly off her bed. She didn't bother getting changed, but just thew on a pair of shoes. She glanced at her clock. It read 5 o'clock in the morning. Perfect. Her parents wouldn't be back for another hour.

As she climbed down the short set of stairs leading to the door of the cottage, she realised she had no idea what she was doing.

She felt silly, childish and dramatic but she knew she needed to go.

Anywhere.

She had to escape from the house in which she had been suffocated by her nightmares and depressing visions of her future.

The crisp, fresh air of the morning hit her like a cold shower as she stepped outside. It was a particularly freezing morning, the air so icy that it was just a few degrees away from snowing. Her entire frame shook as a result of the cold, adrenaline and excitement. The only question was where could she go?

She glanced around, the answer all too obvious.

The forest was laid out in front of her, just waiting to be explored, begging for her to discover its secrets that maybe even the other vampires hadn't stumbled across. The tall pine trees swayed in the slight breeze, waving, inviting her into the wood's midst.

Then, without even deciding, her legs pushed her forward into the greenery at full speed. Everything moulded into a psychedelic blur as her speed increased. She ran, sprinted deeper into the heart of the woods, although she had probably barely conquered the edge of it. But she couldn't stop running. She felt exceptional as her vampire strength and power, which had been building up inside her, took over her entire body, and she released herself. The wind was in her face, her muscles pumped endless energy throughout her body; a feeling of elation took over her whole spirit.

She was as free as she had ever felt, because at that moment, she wasn't tied down to anything or anyone. To the forest, she was just a wild, untamed creature of the land. If she had felt any more exhilarated she might have just taken flight at any moment.

Renesmee forced her limbs to move faster as she reached the climax of her explosion of energy.

This feeling is too sweet to last, Renesmee reminded herself as her legs slowed down beneath her.

Her euphoric feeling faded as she absorbed her surroundings. It was a lot darker now that she had entered what she assumed to be the heart of the wood. It seemed more like night rather than day. Her sense of reason was fading fast. She glanced up at the towering trees and couldn't see any light streaming through their leaves. She gulped, feeling extremely human and vulnerable.

Crack! She jumped.

She realised her foot had just snapped a twig as she stepped backwards. She swallowed again. It's okay Renesmee, she tried to calm herself. It's just the adrenaline…

At that moment, Renesmee realised what sound she could hear. It was the sound of silence.

Dead silence.

There was something definitely eerie and creepy about how quiet it was. There were no sounds of insects or birds chirping or animals scuttling. There was no breeze and the leaves on the trees were perfectly still. She realised at that moment, how truly alone she was. But was she truly alone? That thought made her shiver.

It was time to head back, Renesmee decided. It was time to return to sense and reality.

She quickly and unsteadily paced back in the direction she thought she had come from, each footstep echoing loudly as her shoe crunched twigs and gravelly dirt beneath her. Her heart pounded faster as she gained more speed.

She stopped and turned around. Or was I going east? She asked herself, only realising soon after that she couldn't see where the sun was anyway. She didn't have a compass. She hadn't thought about taking one. She hadn't thought full stop.

She turned around in the other direction and started pacing faster. She stopped in her tracks again though soon after she had started. She placed her hands on her knees and panted.

Do not say you're lost Renesmee, she thought to herself. Don't say it!

After wandering aimlessly for what seemed like an hour, she accepted that she was, in fact, very lost.

She collapsed to the ground and started crying in a manic, hysterical way. Her moaning died down suddenly though as she heard another sound. It sounded like footsteps.

She sprung to her feet. "Edward?" she called out hopefully.

"Bella?" she tried again. But whoever it was did not reply.

She heard the same quick, pattering footsteps again, except sounding from behind her.

She flicked her head around and starting panting. "Hello?" she asked hopelsessly.

"HELLO!" she screamed rather than asked.

The noise of movement filled the air again and then a thought in Renesmee's mind clicked, causing her to panic further.

The footsteps and movement sounded far too swift to be produced by a human or an animal.

One word echoed in Renesmee's cluttered mind. Vampire.

If it was Bella, Edward or any of the Cullens' they would have mentioned that fact by now. So if it wasn't them then…

She swallowed her fear and began to sprint at full speed at a gap in the trees, but as soon as she moved a shape appeared in the shadows of the trees. She turned around and ran in the opposite direction but she saw the shape move in a blur, swiftly around her so that it was standing right in her path yet again.

Each time she tried this action, the figure moved closer and closer and closer, until she was utterly trapped. The cloaked figure then began to walk slowly towards her.

"W-who are you? W-w-w-what do you want from me?" Renesmee shrilly screamed at the top of her lungs so that someone might have heard her. But no one did.

The person, or being rather, kept walking towards her even more gradually.

"S-s-stop! I'm w-w-warning y-you!" she threatened. "My family w-w-will hear about this! You w-w-won't get away with what ever you're going to…" but she couldn't finish her sentence she was so terrified.

She stepped backwards, but as she did she stumbled on a loose tree root and feel backwards. She felt her head hit something hard and her vision became hazy. She was seeing stars.

"No…" she moaned helplessly. "No please…" but she was losing consciousness.

The last sound she heard was an exotic voice whisper in her ear, "Shall I speak at this?"

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"What do you mean 'gone'?" Jacob asked, panic and anger building up inside him. "Fucking hell! The minute I leave her alone…Where was Edward? Isn't he supposed to be her father?"

At these words he shoved Leah roughly off his lap and onto the cold, wet sand. Jacob wasn't the only one feeling rage at that moment. Leah stood up and brushed herself off, feeling very different about Jacob than she had been just a minute ago. Of course, Leah knew she shouldn't be surprised. She was always shoved out of the way for someone more important.

She watched Jacob turn various colours as he listened to his one-sided conversation with Bella. "Uh huh," he managed to utter with gritted teeth. "Yep. Well, maybe you should have thought about it before!" His eyes flicked to the ground as he spoke, not even glancing once at Leah. "Sure, sure. We'll be there," he answered shortly. He slammed his cell phone shut and finally turned to look at Leah.

"We'll be there?" Leah asked with as much bitterness as Jacob spoke with.

"Leah," he said, his voice cracking with desperation. "I need you to help me right now! Nessie's, well, gone… thanks to her bloodsucking father… and we need to find her, okay?" I really cannot put up with your shit right now! was what he wanted to say.

"And why should I help you find the tween of terror?" Leah carried as much acid in her voice as possible. Maybe Jacob wanted to play nice but Leah wasn't going to calm down. She didn't know why, but she was extremely infuriated at Bella Cullen and her ability to use a phone. And since when was she assigned as carer of the half-breed?

Jacob closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Leah…" he said unsteadily, almost threateningly. "I'm not asking you to do this…"

"Great!" Leah spat at him. "I'll just be going then. Maybe a bit of Jerry Springer will do me good." She turned swiftly and began to stride inelegantly across the beach.

"Leah!" Jacob yelled at her.

It wasn't long until Jacob caught up to her, picked her up by the waist and spun her around again. His hands were firmly grasping her shoulders and he were shaking her out of panic.

"Please!" he begged her. "Please, Leah! I need your help! I need you!" He stared intently at her, his eyes appearing wild with anxiety and pain.

The last three words he told her changed her mind completely. He needed her. Even if his intentions behind his desperation were for Nessie, he still needed her.

Suddenly all her anger drained out of her system. A brief feeling of satisfaction followed it, and then she was empty again.

She sighed and yanked Jacob's hands off her body, as if they were suction caps. "Okay," she said in a small voice. She had given in.

"Oh thankyou so much Leah! I now realise how selfless you are! I now see your true colours! I now love you and not Nessie! Let's forget about the sea monster and get married shall we?" was the reaction Leah expected and thought she deserved from Jacob, although she admitted to herself her imagination got a little carried away.

However, her dream bubble burst, she shook her head and suddenly she was back in reality.

"Good, okay," was what Jacob had actually said, calming down slightly. "Since you're Beta, you must find Embry and Quil." He had his important, serious Alpha voice on. "Seth is already at the Cullens' so we'll meet him in the clearing on their land. I'll tell you how to proceed once we meet there, okay?" And before Leah could reply, Jacob ran off in the opposite direction towards Forks and was gone in no time.

"Fine," Leah told no one, her grumpiness returning.

She turned around and headed back to La Push to find the rest of Jacob's pack. She sprinted across the beach, not out of impatience, but relieving the tension that was building up inside her. She wasn't sure if it was sexual tension or she was just plain pissed off.

As she ran her mind recapped that single, mesmerising moment with her and Jacob before the incessant beep-beeping had ruined everything. She couldn't help but wonder, what would have happened if Bella had decided to call Jacob five minutes later than she had? She sure was getting pretty cosy on Jacob's lap. She remembered the excitement she had felt when Jacob placed his hands around the sensitive skin on her hips, when Jacob had stared at her in that sexy, seductive… Shut up, Leah! She told herself. You don't know what you're saying!

Could something have happened? No! was Leah's immediate response. Well…maybe, Leah thought to herself. Would she have wanted something to happen? With Jacob Black? Her Alpha? No! was Leah's initial thought. Well…

Embry and Quil appeared in the empty First Beach car park, as if on queue. They walked casually onto the sand. Leah reached them and quickly recapped what Jacob had told her.

"Oh," Embry replied. His voice turned serious. "Where's Seth?"

"We're supposed to meet him there, at the clearing," Leah replied quickly.

They nodded, Quil murmured something about Leah's see-through top (which Leah grudgingly ignored) and followed her as she headed back up the deserted beach again.

All three of them had phased by the time they had reached the trees surrounding First Beach. Leah focused her mind on the task ahead, mainly because she didn't want Quil or Embry to hear anything of her thoughts about sexual tension and Jacob Black. It really wouldn't go down very well.

They crossed a road, which was luckily also deserted, and entered the forest at full speed. Leah felt exhilarated being in wolf form, even if it was in aid of Renesmee Cullen. She hated being the only girl in the pack of five, but she did enjoy immensely being the fastest and being second in charge. She also kind of liked feeling of the cool breeze blowing on certain parts of her body that would never be exposed in human form…

Too much information Leah! Quil commented, mentally.

Really? It's actually kind of a turn on, thought Embry.

Oh, the joys of being in a wolf pack, thought Leah sarcastically. I love it how my mind is as open to everyone as Embry's mom's legs!

Ouch, Quil commented.

You're such a bitch, Leah, Embry threw back at her.

Actually I am, Embry. I am indeed a female dog, if you haven't noticed, so congratulations on pointing out the obvious.

Okay, fine, Embry said. You're such a whore, Leah. There. Is that better?

Guys! There's no time for insulting Leah today! That was Jacob. Immediately, his fear and panic flooded into everyone's minds.

Gee, thanks Jake, said Leah sarcastically again.

Jacob ignored her and told the pack specific instructions in which directions to search. He told Embry and Quil to head North and then west around the border between the reservation and the Cullens' land. They both agreed.

Leah, Seth, you guys are heading South and then circling back to this clearing. Then we'll head east and cover the area around the border. Is that clear?

Yes sir! Seth replied seriously.

Yes sir! Leah replied mockingly.

The pack separated and Seth, Leah and Jacob ran side by side.

Sickeningly sweet and concerned thoughts about his imprint were circling through Jacob's mind as they sought for Renesmee

She'd better be okay – alive at least! How could she have wondered off? Why? Where was Edward? Bella could have hunted alone. What did she need him for? Why does he have to chaperone her about the place like a stupid prick? Good for nothing, self righteous, bloodsucking leech! I need to find Nessie! I need her!

He needed her. He needed her. Nessie.

Jacob had said the exact same thing about Leah just before. What goes around comes around, thought Leah, trying extremely hard to hide her disappointment. Luckily Jacob was too worried to listen to her pathetic thoughts.

Hey! Seth had finally perked up. Don't say that about Edward! He's a good guy, he really is Jake. He care's about Nessie so much and he's really great…

Shut up, Seth! Jacob suddenly snapped at him, his voice soaked in bitterness. Right now, I don't care about your man-crush on Edward Cullen, okay? Seriously! So just shut it and do what I told you to do or go and obsess over your bloodsucking boyfriend somewhere else!

Leah could practically feel Seth's heart braking right then and there. Poor Seth. It wasn't his fault Jacob was experiencing an overload of testosterone. Suddenly, fury rushed through her.

Hey! Don't talk to my brother like that! Only I'm allowed to taunt Seth, and even then he knows I'm kidding! I'm his sister! You have no right to push people around like some big, Alpha jerk! You don't care about anybody but yourself! You wouldn't even care about Renesmee if she weren't your imprint!

I don't believe it…Jacob thought, anger building up inside him. Look who's talking about being selfish!

Guys! I think I've picked up a scent! Quil exclaimed, interrupting their aggressive argument.

Well, follow it! We'll meet you there! Leah felt all the hope and happiness Jacob was feeling. She hated that.

After Seth, Leah and Jacob began to change direction entirely for almost half a mile Quil said, Oh, I've lost it – her scent, I mean. It's like it stops suddenly, right here on this patch. Leah pictured Quil and Embry sniffing around like beagles at an airport.

Jacob became angry yet again. Okay, head south again Leah, Seth, he commanded.

Whatever, Seth said, sounding depressed.

You're such an ass, you know that Jake? Leah commented whilst running ahead of Jacob and Seth.

Jacob ignored her, his thoughts too focused to care about anything else except Renesmee.

He wasn't trying to act like a jerk. But whenever anyone made light of the situation, it fired him up, because honestly, he found nothing funny about the situation. At that moment, his attachment to Renesmee Cullen was as strong and ardent as ever before. If he lost Renesmee, it would be like losing a part of his soul. If he couldn't find her in this forest, he would force himself and the pack to search the entire state, the entire continent, and the world if needed. He had to find her. He just had to. She had to be alive, at least. She just had to...

Amongst his cluttered mind, he noticed something very odd. Seth wasn't saying a word. He didn't think he had ever heard Seth shut up for more than one minute. His mind was just a blur of sensations of the forest and basic wolf instincts. Very weird, he thought. Maybe he had been a bit too harsh on Seth. He would apologise later. But at that moment, he had to throw himself whole-heartedly into searching for his imprint.

And that he did.

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Did she resemble a china doll?

No.

A princess?

Maybe.

A fairy?

Getting closer…after all, he was bewitched by her.

Or maybe she was more like an angel that had fallen from heaven.

No.

Angels were too sweet.

She was bittersweet.

An angel in disguise, possibly…

She stirred as he carried her in his arms, but he didn't stop moving. He didn't want to scare her anymore than he already had.

He stared at the bump on her delicate head and felt guilty. He had been the cause of her injury. He hadn't meant to frighten her as much as he had and he definitely hadn't meant to make her faint. He was hoping to catch her by surprise, possibly knock her off her feet, but not literally. It was true; he did enjoy giving her a thrill each night. He cherished the colour her cheeks turned when she woke up out of fright, when she sensed him watching her from her bedroom window. He was a little sadistic, but not sick-minded. He would never want her to feel real pain, which is what he had caused her to feel that very day. He would never intentionally hurt her.

Never.

He darted in and out of the large, overbearing trees of the forest as quickly as his vampire strength could take him. He was only half-vampire so he lacked a certain amount of speed, although he was faster than the females of his kind.

Raindrops splattered on his face and the icy wind caused his eyes to water as he sprinted towards the fairytale-style cottage in which his angel-in-disguise lived. Well, technically she wasn't his angel, but he was hoping that one day she could be – if she ever forgave him for stalking her every night and knocking her out cold.

Finally, he reached the doorstep of her house and he laid her down gently on the grass just outside.

Lying in the grass, flowers surrounding her hair, raindrops sparkling on her skin, her cheeks as rosy as ever – she truly was the definition of beautiful. He placed his hand against her face and stroked it. Her skin was just like his, feverishly hot, so therefore, it felt absolutely normal to him. He ran his hand down her long, smooth neck, along her chest and stopped when he felt her heartbeat. It was beating rapidly – just like his. But that was okay, because she was just like him. They were the same. They were both half human, half vampire. They were two out of the five beings of their kind left in the world. So, you couldn't exactly blame him for wanting to find her again. It had been about five years since he last saw her. Far too long, he thought to himself. She's definitely matured since then, he couldn't help noticing too.

She stirred again, but this time she was definitely regaining consciousness.

Panic flooded through him.

He pulled his hand off her chest, but she firmly grabbed hold of it. He tried to pull away but he was too late.

Her eyes opened and widened in shock. She gasped, indicating that she had certainly recognised him.

"Nahuel!" she exclaimed, stating it more like a confirmation rather than a question.

Then she let go of his hand and passed out again.

He stood up, wondering what he should do. He couldn't leave just leave her there.

He picked her up, kicked open the door of the house and carried her to her bedroom on the second floor.

He laid her down on her bed and pulled the covers over her, watching them settle over the curves of her body. She looked so peaceful.

"That's it, Emmett! Follow the scent!" He heard a voice coming from outside the front door, most likely one of her relatives.

He took that as an invitation to swiftly and silently slip out of her window and head towards the forest.

He took one long, last glance of his angel-in-disguise and disappeared.

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Author's Note: So what did you think? How many people actually like Renesmee in this story? I'm undecided myself actually. Is there anything areas of this story you'd like me to cover? Anything I've forgotten? Cause I can add it into later chapters, definitely. There will certainly be more chapters by the way.

I apologize if I sounded a bit flat, I just haven't updated this story in so long that it has taken me a lot of thinking (something I'm not too good at) to remember the feel of it.

But not to fear! I'll update much sooner than last time. MUCH sooner!

Thanks everybody. Ciao.