Chapter 4

I spent most of that day sitting next to the girl; watching her change into a vampire. I could only imagine the pain she was going through. I remembered the fire running through my veins during my transformation, however, when I was changed, I had morphine to help tame the burning, but this poor girl didn't get any because there was no time.

I was watching her skin turn from pale to paler when I heard the door open. At first I was confused, but then I saw Renesmee and Zafrina come through the door. I was slightly taken aback because this was the first time since Renesmee was born that I hadn't thought about her every minute of every day.

"Hi Mommy!" She said running toward me, "Look what Zafrina bought—"

She stopped in her place, and was stared wide-eyed at the girl on the couch.

"Who is that girl, Mommy?" she finally said, looking at me confused.

I hadn't thought of this. How was I going to explain this complete stranger on the couch to my daughter?

"She is a…friend, Renesmee," I finally came up with.

"Come here and tell me about your day."

"Ok!" she sang, grabbing a shopping bag and following me to the dining room table.

She hopped up on my lap and pulled out a fluffy pink dress. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Zafrina smile.

"Look, Mommy, look," She said excitedly holding it in front of my face.

"Isn't it pretty, Mommy? Zafrina says it looks really pretty on me!"

"Oh, Renesmee it is so pretty," I cooed.

Alice danced into the room and said, "Oh, that looks beautiful, Renesmee. How about you come with me and we go try it on?"

As they left the room Zafrina said, "Ok, so really, who is she?"

"She is a girl I found in the woods this morning. She was attacked and was about to die," I responded calmly.

"Really, but she looks so much like—"

"Us," I finished her sentence.

"We know and we can't exactly figure that out, yet.

"Wow," was all she could say as she peered into the other room where the girl lay.

"Look at me!" Renesmee said prancing into the room in her pink dress. It did look really good on her. The pink of the dress reflected onto her cheeks.

"You look so cute!" I cooed. She smiled, pleased with herself. "Let's go home, sweetheart, it's late." It was only about nine at night, and usually Renesmee was long asleep before we headed down to our cottage, but that night I just wanted to get out of the house where the girl lay unconscious.

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