Renesmee stayed the first few days, laying about Angela's apartment, reading the brunette's gothic romance novels and occasionally touring with her when the author wasn't busy penning her next source of income. Angela would tell her stories of her youth, when she was an ordinary teenager who thought the world just as ordinary, when she was friends with Bella Swan and thought nothing different about the Cullens, not knowing a thing, ignorant to it all.

And then the night in the woods, a few days after the battle in Forks, Riley capturing, feasting on her blood, the transformation, the pain…

Renesmee didn't believe Angela for a moment when she was told that the older woman was a witch. The young vampire had seen a lot of things in her short life but a witch? Never.

And then Angela made every single item in the apartment float to the ceiling and Renesmee's every doubt was erased.

She later met the bubbly Bree who's incessant chatter annoyed her and she tolerated for a bit before deciding to ignore the girl altogether. One of Alec's teachings was not to tolerate anyone beneath her. The girl was lucky, she didn't get herself killed with the migraines she was causing Renesmee.

Riley on the other hand was moody and far too dramatic for her liking. He reminded her a bit of Marcus on his good days and that was a stretch by far. But he loved Angela like a madman and was affectionate to Bree like a younger brother. He had his good and bad points to be fair.

Living with the trio was tolerable enough and when she wasn't missing her mentor, even quite lovely.

Of course, she always missed her mentor so it was a moot point. She didn't even know why she was so dependent on Alec as she was. Ever since that day in the clearing when he'd coaxed her outside to either be killed or as if happened, turned into his little pet. Alec thought she was his, like a possession and she'd grown accustomed to it, abused his protectiveness even to get her own way.

But the small feminist part of her that Heidi insisted exist tried to rebel against him. Her situation right then was the effect of her rebellious ways, she just had to get away, become her own person for a bit, have a few days away from Alec's influence. He was practically her sire and she needed some independence.

That and she needed some closure, some proof maybe there was nothing left for her in Forks. Then she'd return to Italy, back to Alec.


Heidi had a certain fondness for Renesmee Cullen. Maybe because he'd known her since she was that week-old little girl with the innocence only children could have and she'd watch her become the often petty and vindictive little vixen of today but nonetheless brilliant and oh-so-creative. She liked to think of the little Halfling as a younger sister, the one she never had. And Renesmee often liked to take advantage of that little weakness.

So when Felix had come, telling her to arrange a flight for Renesmee's little vacation from Volterra, she agreed without hesitation. She knew what the girl needed and she could use some space from Alec. The boy was a possessive bastard and he, in her opinion, smothered the child with his attentions.

"Where is she, Heidi?" Alec often acted how he looked, like a teenager, stubborn, impatient, and no tolerance. Especially when there was something he wanted. And what he wanted was his little pet back for him to control.

It made Heidi a little nauseous.

"Where do you think, my dear?" She replied, twirling a lock of her blonde hair in boredom.

"I'm not playing games with you," He half-growled, leaning over her sitting figure menacingly. "I want to know where that flight was headed. And you're going to tell me…or else."

"Or else what?"

He smirked grimly. "How'd you like to walk around deaf, dumb and blind for the rest of your miserable existence?"

That didn't faze Heidi in the least. "You use that threat too often, Alec."

He threw his hands up in exasperation, fed up. "Just tell me where she is!" He debated himself, looking physically pained as he added. "Please."

"There you go, the magic word," She almost clapped her hands in delight. "Alright. She's in Seattle."

Pure shock overcame his expression, He looked panicked. "Why would she-"

He shouldn't play dumb, He knew why.

"Why else?"


The car ride to Forks was wet and tiresome. Renesmee had had enough of the rain and the sheer dreariness of the place to last her lifetimes. It was no wonder her mother had hated Forks (according to Angela anyway).

She'd taken Angela's Prius and was all set to stay at a hotel in town as she went about her search. She'd stop by the school, La Push, the house and then the clearing. She'd look into anything she could about her deceased family, see if there was anything left. Anything at all.

She hoped there was.


This story almost died. The thing is I'm a fandom shipper. I ship fandoms really quickly and in the past few years, I jumped from the Mortal Instruments to the Vampire Diaries and now I'm about to jump to the Hunger Games. But I do want to finish all my stories, especially my Reneslec ones, and I'll put up the last chapter as soon as possible.