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Sam and turned around just in time for a large wolf to appear. I recognized him – it was Quil.

"He's alive?" Edward gasped. I looked at Quil, who was whining, his eyes shooting from Sam to my family. His large eyes froze on mine for a millisecond, full of apology.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Who's alive?" He asked Quil. But Edward was obviously the one to answer. "Paul. He's alive after all." He said for Quil.

"How?" I whispered.

Edward smiled slightly at me, his happiness shining like his sparkling skin. "They revived him. He's going to be okay." He paused and listened to Quil's thoughts for another second. Alice had my arm again, and Jasper was on her other side. Rose and Emmett stood behind us, Carlisle in front. I felt suddenly calm, and reminded myself to thank Jasper later.

Sam was still angry, but not as edgy. "Can you guys reach Jacob?" He asked Quil. Quil whined again, shaking his hairy head.

"Momma?" I heard Renesmee. Startled, I turned around. She stood at the doorway of our small cottage home, almost four foot five. "You should be in bed." I said in a shaking voice. But she ran towards me. Instinctively, I held my arms out wide. Nessie jumped into them, and put her hand to my face. Visions of Sam, Paul, Jacob, and Quil ran through her head. She understood the situation and wanted to be apart of it.

"I want to find Jake." She said. I looked at Edward, whose bronze hair glinted in the sunlight. His eyes tightened, and he shook his head ever so slightly. I turned my attention to Nessie again. "Nessie, I don't think that's a good idea. Why don't you stay here with Rose and Emmett?" I asked.

Emmett stepped forward, almost as bulky as Sam. His golden eyes were bright. "No way, Bella. I'm going to find him too. Rose can watch her." He said. Rose snorted, walking to stand beside him. "Fine. Suits me just fine." She said snidely. It was no surprise that she had a distaste for werewolves. She put up with Jacob, but she wasn't too concerned about him.

Sam looked at Renesmee for a second. Edward growled. "No. Who knows what we might find," He said. Sam glowered at him. "He's guilty. He probably thinks he deserves to die. Then what? We get there, he might just kill himself then. What if we bring…?" Sam looked at Renesmee pointedly.

Nessie squirmed in my stone arms. "I want to come, daddy." She said. It was almost scary how well she understood the situation. "Jake wants to hurt himself. I don't want my werewolf to get hurt." She added. She had recently mastered the puppy dog eyes, and now Edward pursed his lips.

"Fine. But any sign that there might be a 'scene', we leave with Renesmee." He said. Sam nodded grimly. "He still is in trouble. Attacking one of his kind like that… it's unspeakable among the tribe." He muttered.

This was like dejavu. All the way back from when Edward left. It brought back painful, fuzzy memories I tended to not remember. The only hope to save a suicidal, 'mythical' creature – their imprint or love. Just a typical day in my life as a new vampire – Bella Cullen.

I know this one isn't very exciting. I'm working on the next part, which will have a little MORE tension. And certainly more action. "So tune in next time…," =D