Renesmee POV

I woke up, wishing for Alec's cold body to be resting under my head, though he and Jane were supposed to stay in their bedroom, my father's old room in the main house. Instead, I found my parents on either side of me, watching me intently, as if not sure what I'm going to do when they speak. Why are they looking at me like that? Rosalie and Alice are standing in the doorway of my bedroom in the cottage. I can faintly smell Carlisle and Esme outside. I'm not sure where the others are.

My father answers a few of my questions. "Jasper and Emmett are hunting. The wolves are all on patrol. Neither Leah nor Sam wanted anything to slip by them now that the other vampires have been found. The Denali coven has left. " I already knew that last part. They left yesterday.

I noticed that he left out a few people. "Where are the twins?" Last time I knew, they were here with a few others.

"They left in the middle of the night to go back to Volterra. " Carlisle told me, as he walks past my aunts. A pain I didn't understand hit my chest, and I started sobbing. Mom, Dad and Rosalie gave me sympathetic looks. I knew they knew. They knew what I felt for Alec. I wasn't even sure if I knew.

I tried attacking my father, but he caught my wrists, not enough to hurt me, but it was enough to stop me. "Calm down, Nessie." I glared at him. He called me Nessie, the name I personally demanded them to never call me again. The sobs came back more than before, the pain in my chest even more prominent. Jacob. Alec. Dead. Gone.

"Ren?" But that was worse. Just like how Nessie was Jacob's nickname, Ren was Alec's. "Renesmee?" Ah, that was much better. "Listen to me. He never loved you. If he did, than why was Chelsea's bond, the bond that was actually starting to slip, stronger than whatever bond you and him have?" I didn't have an answer to that. Well, actually, thinking back on it I did. I believe it was Jane, though, it really wasn't a response. It sounded more like a question as I said it. I knew that, deep down, my father was right.

I sniffed, letting the thoughts and the tears, which are by now falling fast down my pale face. Rosalie hugged me, trying to comfort me. Actually, I'm not sure if that was why. Maybe she just wanted me to quit my blubbering. I must sound pathetic.

I attempt to look strong for the next few days, which turns into weeks, then inot months, and eventually into a timespan of almost 2 full years. By the end of the two years, I look horrible. I have aged, gaining a full year every 6 months, which I'd been doing for all but the first half-year of my life, at which time it was five years. I look twelve, but I am really four.

I had a feeling my parents understood, in fact I have a feeling all of my family understood, even Leah and Seth, though that was probably directing from the feelings of imprinting, which they both know about, whether from feeling it or from the thoughts of the other wolves.

Some random day that was actually quite eventful, though I didn't know that at the time, I heard a knock on the door. "We need help." The person on the other side said to us. Carlisle opened the door. "What is it, Henry?" Henry? Wasn't that one of the older vampires in that coven that Jane's friend is in? I moved closer to the door, suddenly intrigued in their conversation, a feeling a rarely have anymore. It's hard to be interested in anything. It reminded me too much of Alec.

I know he never really cared about me, maybe even hated me, but I loved him, I wanted him. I need him. Without him at my side, I can't even breathe properly.

I catch a vaguely familiar head of blonde hair as I am trying to get closer. Next to him was a man slightly younger. Timothy, if I remember correctly.

"Like I just said, our coven needs help."

"What's wrong?" Esme asked, concerned, as she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

Timothy spoke up. "They are after us." He said 'they' suspiciously, as if the subject were listening. And I knew why. He wasn't sure if Alec and Jane were still in the house.

I knew.

I looked around discreetly.

My mother knew.

My grandparents knew.

Emmett and Rosalie knew.

Seth and Leah knew, though I had a feeling it took them a few seconds longer. The other wolves would know too, if they were in here, I had no doubt.

Alice and my father definitely knew, as did Jasper, I didn't even have to look at them to figure it out.

We all knew.

No one even had to say it.

"They" were the Volturi.