A/N This is dedicated Lily024, who seems very dedicated to this story, and even me (this is okay, because I know her on the outside world we all live in.) Thank you very much for your very generous review. This is also dedicated to ILoveBenCheney, who favorited me, and is taking the I am Angela thing also very seriously, (I decided she was Angela) so thank you. Good news, I changed the pov this time and it's a longer chapter! Again I own nothing, except maybe ILoveBenCheney.

RePOV

Nahul called me to wake up, like he always does on Sunday mornings. I thought he was calling me, but that was probably just my conscience. Or maybe it was my subconscious warning me that was the last time I would hear his wonderful voice.

I didn't know that, though. So I got up for my children's' and my husband's well being. So I got up, and looking down at my skimpy lingerie, I should put on something a little more. With four kids in five years of marriage, and still wearing lingerie, might make me a slut. Especially sense I'm only twenty-two. I smiled.

This morning I have breakfast duty' Nahul and I switch on and off with making food for the kids. Thank God I inherited my mother's cooking skills!

I grabbed one of my nightgowns and threw it on and headed out to my kids' rooms.

All of the beds were empty, and Nahul and the kids were nowhere to be seen. All over the beds was blood and the sheets were tossled. I expected Nahul and the kids to jump out and yell, "Surprise!" but nothing happened. I went over and grabbed my son, Erick's stuffed dog he named Turtle and held it close. I cried, and I grabbed my son Evan's teddy bear he had named Tally and sobbed. I walked down to my daughters' rooms, Carol and Elizabeth.

I heard a desperate little cry, and sprinted towards the sound of life. I checked all over the first bed, which was Elizabeth's. She wasn't there. It must be Carol, I thought. I looked under the bed, which was her favorite place to hide.

"Mommy, Unca Jay did it!" she sobbed.

Instantly at that moment, I knew. Somehow Jacob had come back from the dead and he wanted revenge on me. Crap. He killed Nahul, Evan, Erick, and Elizabeth. Carol hid, or had pity her. He isolated me, and he probably killed my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and my mom and dad. Like he killed my other grandparents. I would be alone, and then he would kill me. For some reason only Carol had been salvaged. We sobbed for hours, and then I got up and went to call my parents.

"Hello?" My mother's frantic voice called.

"Mom, is everyone okay? Mom, I'm coming home. Nahul, Elizabeth, Evan, and Erick were murdered last night. I'll be there soon, I love you." I managed to choke out.

"He came," was all my mother could say before I hung up on her.

"Carol, pack one back pack, we are going to gramah's and grampa's house." I called out to her.

I packed Nahul's favorite wrist watch, some clothes, money, Turtle, Tally, and Elizabeth's duck, Zedonk. I grabbed my car keys, got dressed and grabbed Carol.

"Come on honey, are you ready?" I asked.

"Yes," she mumbled.

And with that, we ran to my parents' house in Forks. I lived in Oregon, so it wasn't very duck, Zedonk. I grabbed my car keys, got dressed and grabbed Carol.

"Come on honey, are you ready?" I asked.

"Yes," she mumbled.

And with that, we ran to my parents' house in Forks. I lived in Oregon, so it wasn't very away.

"Mommy, Unca Jake took them all away from here. He told me that I didn't look like you or Daddy, so he saved me. He killed them all in front of me." she said, and she showed me everything; she had my gift copied into her exactly.

We both cried as I ran, and, finally we got to my parents' house.

I knew one thing; I need to see my Aunt Alice, Uncle Jasper, and my mom and dad. Their gifts would help so much.

Anyone in my fabulous vampire family would do, though.

We ran through familiar clearings, restaurants, that my parents took me to, and family. We supposedly moved before I was even born, people knew that much. The only people who knew our huge secret was my grandfather, Charlie, who was killed right before my eyes, like my cousin, Irina, when I was barely even six months old.

Carol and I got to the familiar house that now would be a sanctuary. It helped when I was little, sometimes school wasn't good, or life wasn't fair. Life never was fair. I went to school for about three months for a grade each, then I got too big. It sucked. I moved from school to school, in about five years, I was through my education.

It smelled like parents, and a smell I couldn't quite place.

"Carol! Renesmee!" my mom greeted, looking only eighteen in her frozen body.

"I'm so sorry," my dad said, frozen in his forever seventeen body.

Carol and I still sobbed; we were never good with death.

My parents looked concerned as they lead us into the house.

I couldn't make it up the stairs, so my dad carried me into my aunt and uncles' room. It was Emmett and Rosalie's, I could tell by the length of the bed and the vanity mirror. My mom out Carol down gently next to me, and my dad took our bags. I looked at my daughter, and she was beautiful. Wither her red hair that must have been like my great grandmother's with its natural messiness like my dad's, her compassionate, kind, green eyes. She looked more like my mom and dad then me or Nahul, she had a very straight nose, wide cheek bones, dimples, small, white, pearly teeth, she was pale, and she had a natural blush like my mom. She was only three, but she had the fullest lips!

"I love you," I said to her and my mom and dad.

They all responded, but I was halfway asleep when Carol said, "I love you, too, mommy, and Unca Jay." I was startled.

The last thing I heard that night was my mom say, "is there anything we can do?"

"Not that I know of, love." he responded back.

A/N Hit or miss? It took me like an hour to type this because I was watching the Titanic, it's so sad! I'm still watching it, and I need to get ready because I have like, an hour and a half to get ready for the 2nd performance for Beauty and the Beast. Well, review! Anyone who reviews gets a cookie when I get one.