Because of my beautiful new review, I post this latest chapter. It is my gift to you

Oh and I'm so sorry but I don't know why I can't seem to write long chapters with this story. It's like a disease or something…

So Will asked me what I wanted him to do to make it up to me and I said, "Tell me about her, the girl to make you hate all girls."

We were sitting very comfortably on the bed high up in my very own tree house when I suddenly turned on the heat with this request. Still, he had no choice but to obey. He owes me just this.

He was silent for a while, and I felt tension rolling off his stiff frame. "I'm sorry. You know what? Let's not talk about that. I-"

"No. Maybe it'll make you a more understanding person." I bit my lip in regret as he raked his unbearable gaze that landed onto my eyes and straight into my head. I, Renesmee Cullen, blacked out.

I don't know how Will did it. Who knows what kind of mysterious powers he held back?

I saw everything. I saw him change before my very eyes. I know his age now; one of the only things I didn't regret having to know.

At the age of nineteen, William Averay watched helplessly (feet glued to the floor and shaking) as an ultimately cruel female vampire named Alva tortured his family. She had a strange partiality towards making human beings works of art… the type one can deeply carve.

Each one of the Averays was given what Alva thought to be a glorious scar that showed exactly who they are or who she thought they were.

It was Alva who carved hatred into his heart when she carved a hawk with the coldest stared he had ever seen onto the far left side of his torso, also taking up some of his left arm and shoulder.

She left him bleeding and conscious to stare at the blood slowly draining from the deep cuts on his mother, father, and little sister. She whispered lies of comfort that had the opposite effect.

"Don't worry William, honey. You will be the only one to survive this little mutiny of mine. You will live to see another day unlike these sad relatives of yours. They're not quite as beautiful, you see."

He gently nudged me out of his worst nightmare. After the initial numbness, I could finally feel big fat tears sliding off my cheeks in waves.

His expression was unreadable as he watched me dry my tears. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He seemed a lot stronger than the young man I watched just a while ago. In most ways, it angered and frustrated me.

Without my general control- I like to tell myself that- I did something I didn't think I could ever do without bursting into flames. I tore his shirt off.

There was another person in me. The real Nessie would have laughed at her actions first but this person just gasped at the hawk-eyes she saw over William's heart. The rest of the scar was glaringly wrenching.

I knew that the real Nessie was still in there because I could hear that heart slamming into my ribcage painfully, reminding me not to push him too far. Did I ever listen to any warnings?

I traced the lines of his scar gently, telling myself I was imagining the way he went perfectly still so the shivers that went through him wouldn't be too obvious. "Renesmee…" He said hoarsely.

I put a finger to his lips. "Shh… just let me take your pain even just for a while." I closed my eyes as I closed my hand over his heart.

He let me lean into him for a while until I fell into a deep sleep.

And it was just another manic Monday…

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I woke up in the morning all alone and lonely when I used to wake up energized and refreshed after a night of silent reflection. I found myself cursing William Averay in my head again. He'll probably be the cause of my downfall.

And when I thought back on it all, I was so humiliated and flushed that I decided to get some fresh air. Bad idea I realized as my sleepy brain registered Will sitting on the rail of the outer terrace.

He saw my flushed face and tried to hide a smirk. I tried to ignore it and noticed his change of clothes. "Good morning."

"Good morning. I'm so sorry about your shirt." I'm sure I turned a deeper shade of crimson because he was stifling back laughter. "I'm just glad you changed before dad saw it and asked-"

"But he did." William replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world and my mouth fell open in horror. "Oh and he's coming to get you in thirty seconds. You're late for school."

"Screw school." I muttered under my breath. "How could you do this to me?!"

"Oh, Edward knows I'm harmless- hatred for women and all- so you're off the hook." He was amused about it all, judging by his tone. How did he switch from the sensitive guy I saw last night into heartless bastard the next morning?

"Look, I don't expect us to be friends now but-" I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration and when I opened them we were inches apart.

"You can't expect me to adapt to females that easily…" His eyes were pleading now.

"More than four hundred years, Averay!" I exclaimed impatiently. "And let me finish! I don't expect us to be friends but I want you to know that I won't be anything but nice to you from now on. Also, I don't care how you choose to treat me- that's your choice- but just don't…" No, I can't tell him that…

"What? What can't I do?" William prodded, curiosity stretched to its limit.

"Forget it. I think I see dad. Thanks." I surprised him by giving him a hug before dashing off into the direction of a very suspicious father.