Blackness filled my head. All senses were cut off from me. I couldn't hear any of the horrid sounds anymore. I couldn't see myself flying through the air. It was just blackness. I remember seeing a bright white dot in the center of the blackness. I remember the little white dot getting bigger and bigger. I was afraid to be in the darkness but when I focused on the light, I felt happy. I saw myself traveling closer and closer to the white light. The sound of wind chimes echoed through the deep darkness. It seemed like it took forever to reach the light. No matter how fast I tried to move, the light still crept up at a slow and steady pace. It was making me angry. I wanted to touch the light. I didn't want to be afraid of the darkness anymore.

The light became so close. I could feel myself trying to touch it. As soon as my hand drew near it, it rapidly started disappearing. And the peaceful wind chimes were being drowned out by the sound of loud, rapid, beeps. Then came the rumbling. It sounded like twenty voices all trying to speak at once. The peaceful feeling vanished and I was overcome by panic and struggle. I tried to run back toward the white light. I wanted to be peaceful again. But as soon as I tried to move near it, it vanished into the blackness. Except now, the black ness was turning gray. The beeping and the voices began to get louder and louder. I was struggling. I needed to find my way out of the gray. The color then began to get whiter and brighter. Except this time, I did not feel peace. I only became more frightened. I began to hear individual voices over the loud mumbles.

"She's coming around." I heard one familiar voice say.

"She'll be fine, Edward." I heard another say.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. It wasn't me back there. I didn't realize what happened until afterwards. I'm so sorry." That voice was lower than the ones before it. But still just as familiar.

The gray vanished and I was overcome with a painful bright light. My eyes flew open. I saw Carlisle leaning above me with big circles on my bare chest. I felt a shock and pain. I started to cough. Blood came out of my mouth. It was not like any blood I had ever tasted before. It was my own. I started choking, gasping for air.

That's when I became totally aware of my situation. I was surrounded by my entire family. We were in Carlisle's office. I was on the hospital bed they kept from when my mom was pregnant with me. Everyone was gathered around me. Carlisle was hurting me. Those huge circles on my skin made me scream. My dad was sitting at the edge of the bed, pain in his eyes. The look on his face was different than any look he'd ever given me. My mom was standing by his side, a hand on his shoulder. She had a similar look on her face. Esme had her hand on his other shoulder. Her eyes were closed. On the other side of my bed was Jake. He was holding my right hand, tears streaming down his bloody face. He had a gash on his right cheek. Next to Jake was Paul. He was farther away from me. He was on the floor with his legs tucked underneath to his chest. He had been crying too. His entire body was covered in dirt and blood. My Aunt Alice was leaning over me like Carlisle. She was wiping the blood off of my body. Rose, Emmett, and Jaz were at the foot of the bed standing.

That's when it hit me. The intense pain. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and everyone snapped their heads to look at me. My lower abdomen had felt like it was on fire. It felt like every cell in that area was turning into ash. My left arm was throbbing. I tried to move it and let out another blood curdling screech. I twisted my head around and saw my left wrist turned in the wrong direction, a piece of bone showing outside of my skin. My elbow was popped out the wrong way. I frantically looked back up at Carlisle. I was still coughing up cups of blood.

"Help." I managed to say.

He looked down at me nodded and looked over at Alice. She handed him a small needle. I watched him place it into my arm. The pain started to fade. The mumble of voices began to go away. The beeping noise seized and I was in the black again. This black didn't scare me like the first one. But I didn't feel the same peace that the bright light brought to me. I was in between. But anything was better than the chaos I experienced moments ago.

All of a sudden I was running. I was in that same forest. It was cloudy and it smelled like rain. I was being chased. I heard someone growl "get her". Except there was no one around. I continued to run until I reached a cliff. I was still being followed. I could feel the danger getting closer so I jumped. Something fell down with me. It was big. We hit water.

My eyes fluttered as I woke up from my dream. I was in a dark room lying in bed. There were no windows and the only light came from the bottom of the door leading into the hallway. I must have still been in Carlisle's office. I gasped as I woke up. There was no more pain.

"Renesmee?" A cold hand touched my face.

"Daddy," I sighed.

"Renesmee," he repeated, "I …I…I can't believe you're alive!"

"Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I didn't mean any of it. I'm so sorry." I began to cry.

"Shush," he hushed, he started stroking my hair. "I'm the one who needs to apologize, Nessie. What I did was wrong. I shouldn't have done that to Jacob. I know how much he means to you. But you have to understand where I was coming from. You were in danger all because of him." His tone started to get harsh, "But none of that matters anymore. You're alive. You're really alive!"

"What happened?" I asked. I couldn't remember much of that afternoon. It was all just a blur.

"You were hurt. Paul threw you into a tree. Jacob brought you home. We were all so worried, Nessie. I can't believe you're safe."

"Why did he do that?" I asked, astonished.

"I don't know. Neither does he. He says he didn't do it. He says he didn't control what he was doing. It was like someone took over his body. At least that's what I think he was saying. He was too busy hyperventilating and apologizing to really tell the whole story."

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. He said it was hard to explain." He paused. "None of that matters now. You're safe."

Panic struck my system. I was safe. He just mentioned me.

"Is Edward okay?" I gasped. "He didn't get hurt, did he? Please tell me he's alright." I was trembling.

"Nessie, what are you talking about?" He sounded confused. He probably thought I was talking about him.

"Is my baby okay?" I screamed.

"Oh!" He said. "Yes, yes. It's safe! Calm down." He rubbed cheek. "You do have four very deep gashes on your stomach though. Carlisle said if they were any amount deeper, it would have killed the baby. We sure got lucky. It's absolutely fine." He paused a moment. "You called it Edward."

"That's his name." I smiled.

"His?"

"Yes, I know he's a boy. Jake for some reason thinks he's a girl. Definitely not." I laughed.

"You're naming him after me?"

"Yes."

"Why?" He seemed shocked.

"Because I want him to be as good of a man as you are. I want him to be just like you. And I love you. And I love Jacob too. So I'm naming him Edward Jacob Black after the two most important men in my life."

He laughed and kissed my forehead. "You are going to be an amazing mother, Renesmee."

"You mean," I paused, "You're not going to try to make me get rid of him?"

"No. Not anymore. I realized what you said yesterday was right. I wanted to end your mother's pregnancy just like I wanted to end yours. But you were the best thing to ever happen to me. I never thought I could love another creature more than I loved your mother. But I was wrong. You are my little girl and I would do anything to protect you. And what happened today," He paused trying to gather his thoughts, "When I thought I might lose you. I realized how precious and rare your life is and how I would never change my decision on whether or not keeping you was a good idea. I realized that I cannot force you to terminate your pregnancy. I would not have wanted someone to make that decision for me. I've thought about this a lot. And when your mother was pregnant with you, she was only human so she was far weaker than you are. I know that your body can handle whatever is inside you. And as long as you stay here with Carlisle, you should be safe. And I know you will love this child and I will love him too. He is my grandson after all." He kissed the top of my head again, "I can't wait to teach him how to play baseball" He laughed.

I laughed too. I took his cheek in my palm and showed him the first time to taught me how to play. Unfortunately, I had gotten my mom's sports ability. Which basically meant, sucked. I showed my dad the image of him gently tossing the ball towards me. I was really small. I looked about three years old in that image. We were in the clearing and there was a storm coming soon. The family was about to play a game of baseball and my dad decided it would be a good time to teach me. I was wearing jeans and a white and blue baseball jersey Esme had made me. I had on my dad's blue baseball hat that was falling in my face. As he threw the ball I tried to lift my heavy glove in the air. The ball flew past me and hit the ground a couple feet away. Emmett starting laughing at me and I got upset so I walked over to the ball and chucked it at his face. Everyone thought it was hysterical. My dad ran over to me, scooped me up, and kissed my forehead as I giggled.

My dad smiled at me.

"I love you Renesmee."

"I love you too daddy."

"I'm going to tell Carlisle that you're awake. I'll be right back." My dad stood up and walked over to the door. As he opened it the room flooded with light. He left it open.

I had felt much better than when I woke up earlier that day. I was clean, for one. The blood was all off. My hair was neatly tied behind my head. My left arm was covered in a pink cast. I was wearing pink sweatpants from Victoria's Secret and a light purple tank top. Leave it to Alice to make me look perfect when I was just mauled by a wolf.

I really couldn't believe that happened though. Paul would have never done that. Ever. Yet, I remember him running towards me. And I remember flying into that tree and blacking out. But that was really it. I remembered the white light. Could that of really been 'the white light'? Like the one people talk about seeing right before they die. It would make since, the light faded away as I regained consciousness. I really couldn't comprehend that I almost died. I didn't even remember being brought to Carlisle's house. I bet Paul felt really guilty. I needed to talk to him. Find out what really happened. So many thoughts were buzzing through my head.

My dad reentered the room followed by Carlisle.

"Hello, beautiful." Carlisle said as he approached me. "So glad to see you're awake."

"Hey, gramps." I joked.

"How are you feeling?" He walked over and approached the bed side.

"Great, actually. I feel superb. No pain whatsoever."

"Wonderful," he smiled.

"So what exactly happened here?" I gestured toward my body.

"Well, first off, your baby is surprisingly fine. Second off, you were thrown against a tree with such great force; fell on your left side, shattered your arm and…you had heart attack, Nessie. I'm still surprised the baby survived the cuts, fall, and the heart attack. That thing sure is made of steel." He smiled at me. "There are four large gashed on your stomach I assumed from Paul's claw when he struck you."

That's when I remembered seeing Jake and Paul. The last time I saw them, they were injured too. Badly.

"How are Paul and Jake?" I questioned.

"They're fine. Almost better now. A few broken bones. Nothing compared to you. They heal so fast, its mind boggling." Carlisle replied.

I nodded. "Can I see them?" I asked.

"I can bring them upstairs if you wish."

"Can I go downstairs, please?" I hating staying in one place, it bothered me.

I saw my dad give Carlisle a skeptical look.

"If you must," he sighed, "But you must remain very still, no sudden moments. You have stiches all around your abdomen. I don't think you should really walk yet. Physical activity could disturb your heart. I just got it to beat at a normal pace about an hour ago. It really is a miracle that you're alive, Nessie. I almost thought I lost you." His hand touched my face.

"Thank you, Carlisle. Thanks for saving our lives." I gently placed my hand on my stomach. Ow. It was still sore.

"You are so very welcome, love." He sighed as he kissed my head. "I'll see you downstairs." He left the room.

My dad walked closer to me. He hesitated before he placed his hands under me to lift me.

"Am I hurting you?" He said as he drew me to his body.

"Nah, I'm tough." I said.

He carried me out into the hallway and down the staircase. Everyone was in the living room. All of my vampire family and all of my wolf family. As I was being carried down the stairs, everyone paused to stare at me. Jake's eyes lit up and he ran to the bottom of the stairs to meet us. My dad willingly handed me over to Jake and walked over toward my mom. I looked up at Jake; he had tears in his eyes.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Nessie, you're-" he couldn't finish the sentence.

"Of course I'm alive. I couldn't leave you."

He tilted his head near mine and kissed me.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." I smiled at him as he took me to the couch. He carefully laid me down across the pale white sofa. My head rested on one of the couch pillows. He sat on the floor next to me. He was being very protective.

I looked around the room and everyone was staring at me, great. I was trying to think of something funny to say to ease the tension. But I don't think they had jokes for when you just practically rose from the dead after almost being killed by a werewolf. So I just laid there hoping someone would break the awkward silence. The doorbell rang. I looked at my dad, his head snapped toward the door. His fists clenched.

Carlisle approached the door and slowly opened it. It the doorway was Billy and Sue Black. Billy's eyes shot immediately to me, and then to my stomach, then to Jacob, then Paul.

"Welcome," Carlisle spoke, "Please, come in."

Sue hesitantly pushed Billy's wheelchair into the living room. She stood there in silence behind him. Carlisle walked over toward Esme.

Billy took a look at me. "Renesmee," he whispered, "Sue told me. I didn't think it was possible. But here you are." He gestured at my stomach. His head was shaking. I didn't say anything back; I was confused to why he was here. He continued to speak, "I don't know how to say this, so I'm going to come right out with it." He took a deep breath, "Jacob called me and told me what happened. What Paul did. Renesmee, you are in danger. You cannot have this child. You will die. Just like all the others."