A/N-So NO ONE told me if they liked the last chapter or not, so I am completely sad. Was it good or bad, should I make changes to it or not? I have so much in my head but anyway I can't let you guys pay for

I am so excited! My birthday is tomorrow so I'm sorry if I'm a little slow on updating another chapter. But I promise to upload another one before the end of the week, who knows if I get more reviews I just might upload two. So here it is, another chapter, enjoy!

RPOV:

I was floating over my family. They were all gathered around me, mourning. How could I do this to them, to my children, to Jacob? My Jake. We had just found each other again and now it was all over. If I could cry then I would be creating a river. My body was white and slightly blurry. I wanted to stay here longer but I knew I wasn't going to be able too. My life here on Earth was over and now I would spend eternity in heaven waiting for those in my life to join me.

Willingly I let myself go. I had no reason truly to stay her in the after life, I had no unfinished business. I knew that everyone would make it without me, everyone had someone. I looked ahead of me and I saw the light, he was calling to me and I didn't mind answering.

Heaven was nothing like I expected it to be. Mom and Dad always read my stories about it, preparing me for the day my body was too old to live on. I would be going to Heaven one day and so I was prepared. The things I had heard about Heaven always led me to believe it to be a place of happy things. But I was wrong. My heaven wasn't happy at all, it held no flowers or clouds, no wings and white dresses, no smiles and grand places. GOD was no where to be seen, no angles floated around me doing their job, and no where did I see the Burt.

Burt was my old collie. Dad had surprised me by bringing him home to us on my seventh birthday. Mom was annoyed with the thing so she had put him outside for the first week. No one had expected him to get loose. He was just a puppy, a year; he had his whole life to live. But he had gotten hit by a car and so we never got another dog.

Instead my heaven was dark and dry, hot and depressing. My heaven was definitely not heaven it was hell.

"Megan" I turned around, why wasn't I floated or flying anymore. I was walking, I had legs. Legs! No, now I believe I'm not in heaven or hell, I'm on Earth. Someone had called out my name, no not my name, but the name of the body I took over.

"Megan where the hell have you been; we've been looking for you everywhere, one minute your home and the next your m.i.a" Someone said as they pulled my arm and spun me around. He was about my age, or the age of my body. He had short brown hair and soft gray eyes; they reminded me of my uncle Jaspers. His features where soft but you could tell he was hard and unloved, his face still held a baby look to it that could kill the hearts of any woman. His muscled were bigger than uncle Emmitt's. He was a good foot taller than me and for some reason my body reacted to his.

My arms encircled his neck and my feet brought me closer to him, there was no space between us now. What was I doing, I was a married woman with children. I shouldn't be doing this I should be trying to get back home to them, not engaging in this. His arms came around my waist and pulled me closer to him. We started swaying to the music and I was getting far too hot.

We danced for a while. I hadn't noticed the time until I looked at my watch. My watch, no not mine, I would never wear one. My partner dragged me off the floor and out the door into the night.

"Megan. Why the hell are you here? You should be on a plane"

"A plane?" my voice was soft, innocent and child like. It wasn't me and I don't think I'll ever get over it. I wish I had my own voice back, at least it sounded tough and strong. This voice wouldn't scare anyone. But my voice wasn't that important right now, it was what he said. Why would I be on a plane?

"Remember you're going to visit your father and his new wife in Washington, Forks was the town. You were supposed to leave about an hour ago." How could I explain to this man what I didn't know and what I did know? How could I ask him all the questions I had if I didn't even know what they were yet. He grabbed my arm and started dragging my toward a pick-up truck. It was old, kind of like Mom's old red Chevy.

"I guess we'll have to rebook it and this time I'm going to have to go with you. And I don't care what you say I'm going" what was I too say. All I knew was my name, I was close with this man, and I was supposed to leave for Forks an hour ago. Hopping into the passage seat he hopped into the driver's side. Where was he taking me? I would have asked but I didn't trust the man to tell me the truth even if he was doing it on his own.

During the drive, I took the time to reflect on my new look. I was wearing a skirt that ended mid thigh, leather. I had on a purple tank-top and a leather jacket on. I had purple flip flops on accompanied by black nail polish on my toenails and nails. My hair was to my shoulders in different color curls; black, blue, purple, and brown. I had no baby fat, I could see by the way I looked and felt. I felt light but so strong. I saved my face for last.

Flipping open the mirror I looked at the face I had stolen. It was probably in the late teens, I'd say around eighteen. Same age I would be if I had my own body. The skin was perfectly tan and beautiful. To me it was a cross between Aunt Rosalie and Aunt Alice. The only difference was I had bright blue eyes and my hair matched neither of them. My eyes were surrounded by a ton of black eye liner, making them look bluer than they already were and difference color purples for eye shadow. To anyone else I would be the girl they knew but to myself I was plain old Renesmee Charlie Cullen-Black.

This was going to be my new life and all I wanted was my old one. I sighed, closed the mirror and sat back. The strange man was singing along to a song I had never heard before. Could things get any worse?

A/N- So you know you want to review…I'll love you forever and I'll be sure to add you into the mix. You know you want to have steaming nights with my mystery men and a broken Jake.