Bella's POV

"I swear to god Alice if you say I can't kill her because you 'see' her and you being the 'best of friends' I am going to throw up." Rosalie's voice traveled up the stairs. I could hear the frustration in her voice as she practically screamed at Alice.

I rushed down the stairs, and glared at both of them. "Shush!" I hissed. "Renesmee is sleeping."

"Sorry," they both answered in a whisper then turned back to their conversation.

"No. I don't see anything like that. I'm saying you can't kill her because you promised you wouldn't." Alice answered. She looked into my eyes for a second. She looked hurt and sad. She turned back to Rose.

"And...?" Rosalie waited for Alice to say more.

"And what?!" Anger was fuming in Alice's eyes now. "Isn't that a good enough reason." She started to raise her voice.

I walked into the kitchen where they were talking. It was early Sunday morning, very early. I glanced at the digital clock on the microwave. It read 6:48. "Quiet please." I begged in a whisper. "What's going on? Who did you promise not to kill?"

"Sherry," Alice answered.

I searched my brain for a face to go along with the name. It took a second. "You mean that girl at the dance at Friday? Why would you want to kill her? Yeah she kissed Emmett, so what. Personally I think he's to blame. He's always talking about how scary he is, but obviously she didn't find him that scary if she wanted to kiss him."

Rosalie rolled her eyes at me and turned back to Alice. "No it's not. Carlisle is usually right about most things. But this is the exception. It's not safe to let her live."

"It's obviously not safe for us to let you live either. You being a blood thirsty monster and all. Every human's life is at risk being near us. It's only fair that we be at risk too."

"Do you hear yourself?! 'It's only fair that we be at risk too'? Seriously." Rose looked shocked. "Are you really willing to risk all our lives to let this one girl go on with her pathetic meaningless existence. Your life? Edward's life? Bella's life?" she pointed at me when she said my name. "Jasper's life?"

This was worse than listening to Edward and Alice's one sided conversations. "Okay, stop. Who's risking my life? I don't understand."

Rose turned on me anger burning in her eyes, I took a step back. "Sherry knows we are hiding something, and she isn't going to quit until she discovers our secret! We can't let that happen. The Volturi will destroy us!" She said harshly, yet a little bored. She must have repeated this concept to a few others before me. " Yet Carlisle thinks we have to just wait and see what happens. I disagree. Understand!?"

I simply nodded, too afraid to speak in case I offended her. She was obviously not in a good mood.

"We technically aren't living and her life wouldn't be meaningless." Alice picked up the conversation as if I hadn't interrupted. "She would get to live, love, grow old, have children..." She froze mid sentence and just stared at Rosalie, an almost disbelieving look on her face. "That's why you want to kill her isn't it. You don't like her and you're jealous of what she can have that you can't. A life. I thought you were at least a little better than that Rosalie."

Rose growled under her breath. "That's not why I want to kill her. If she lives we are in danger. Unlike you I'm not willing to risk my family to let you live. What difference is one life to save us."

"Okay. And after you kill her you can build and army and start world war three." Alice said sarcastically. "Why would you lie to Carlisle, and tell him you wouldn't do anything if you are planning to anyways?"

"To get him off my back." Rose answered coldly.

Alice shook her head. "I love you Rosalie, but you can be such a B–"

"Mom? What's going on?" Renesmee came down the stairs and joined us in the kitchen, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

I glared at Rosalie and Alice for a second then turned to Nessie. "Nothing honey. Did we wake you? You should go back to bed, it's very early." I said softly putting my hand on her shoulder.

"I can't," She said slowly putting one hand over her stomach. "I'm too thirsty."

"Okay, go get dressed and we'll go hunting."

She nodded and went back upstairs

I turned to my sisters. "Is it safe for me to leave you too alone, or do I have to take one of you with me to keep you from ripping each other apart?" I asked raising one eyebrow.

Rosalie glared at me. "We'll be fine. I'm here to see Edward. Where is he?"

"His bedroom." I sighed. There was a nagging feeling in my stomach, like I had just handed my husband over to the sharks as Rosalie ran upstairs towards his room.

I looked at Alice. She was staring out the window, not looking at anything in particular, deep in thought.

"Do you see something?" I asked leaning against the counter with my back to the window.

She turned to me. "No. I don't see anything." she said as if it should be obvious.

"Nothing?" I asked full of pity.

"Well." she turned her gaze to the floor. "I see glimpses and then they disappear before they become anything. Your daughter keeps getting in the way and she is giving me a major headache." She looked me in the eyes. "No offence."

The right side of my mouth turned up in a half smile. "None taken."

"If I could see clearly I would be able to tell if Sherry really was a threat or not and we would know how to go about it. I love Nessie, but this is just..." she trailed off leaning her elbows on the kitchen counter and rubbing her temples with her index fingers.

I put my hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"Mom, I'm ready to go." Nessie called walking into the room slowly.

Alice stood up straight and turned to Nessie. She took a second to look over Nessie's out fit, then gave her the thumbs up approval.

Nessie smiled then yawned.

"Are you sure you want to go hunting now?" I asked a little concerned. "You can go back to sleep for a few more hours and we'll go later."

She shook her head. "No, I want to go now. I'm so thirsty." she whined.

"Okay," I complied, standing up straight and walking towards the back door. I turned back around to Alice. "Do you want to come with us?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Nah, I'll go with Jazz later."

I nodded.

Nessie walked past me out the door.

"Oh Bella," Alice stopped me half way out the door. "Don't hunt to close to town or near any hiking trails. Better safe than sorry."

I nodded and followed Renesmee into the trees, keeping an average human jogging speed until I was hidden in the woods. The two of us hunted a nice distance away from town as Alice suggested. I helped her catch a black bear then waited while she finished it off. She seemed ravenous as she bit into the bears neck. I tried to calculate the last time she was hunting and realized it had been much too long. I had assumed she had hunted the night she was out late with Nahuel but obviously she hadn't.

We walked back to the house fairly slowly. Renesmee looked tired for the second day in a row. I wondered if it was possible for her to get sick. Worry washed over me, I looked at her concerned. She looked back at me our eyes meeting.

"I'm sorry." she said misreading the emotion in my eyes. "I didn't mean to upset you by staying out so late the other night. We really just lost track of time, but that's not an excuse. I should have been paying more attention, it wasn't fair of me to scare you like that. I'm sorry." she turned her eyes away from me and stared at the ground.

I stopped walking, and so did she. "Renesmee. I love you so much and you have no idea how I felt when I thought you were hurt, or worse." I started to whisper not trusting my voice.

"I know." she whispered back still staring at the ground.

I pulled into a hug. "Please. Don't ever scare me like that ever again."

"I won't." she promised.

We walked back to the house in silence. It was about noon when the back of the house was finally in my sight. Nessie ran inside, ahead of me. I stood in the back yard for a second and looked around. Something seemed off. Different in a way. I shook off the feeling, I was probably just paranoid. I walked inside catching the tail end of an argument.

"I thought you of all people would be on my side." I could hear Rosalie's voice only slightly muffled by the distance between floors. She was upstairs in Edwards room. Almost six hours had pasted and she was still freaking out about this.

I looked around the kitchen. Nessie had gone up to her bedroom and no one else appeared to be around. I went to the basement, skipping down the stairs quickly.

"Hello, Bella." Carlisle was sitting at the desk in one corner of the room. He looked up from his book and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"When did you get home?" I asked. Carlisle had been at the hospital all night.

He shrugged. "Only a short while ago. Is Rosalie still upstairs?"

I sighed "Yeah."

He nodded then went back to his book. I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a second looking around the space Carlisle had claimed as his study. I turned around and opened the door that lead to Edwards music room. The room contained Edwards beautiful grand piano and a few other instruments that wouldn't fit in his bedroom. I sat down at the piano bench and stared at the black and white keys. I pressed one of them softly and listened to the quiet ring of the note. I pressed another key and just let the room fill with the sound of the two notes awkwardly joined together. Edward had tried to give me a few lessons but I was horrible at playing. I had learned one song. Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. I started playing the familiar tune. My fingers jumping over the notes quickly and off beat. I finished the song. There was chuckling coming from the door. I turned to see who it was. Edward was there smiling at me, trying to hide his laughter with a cough.

I sighed turning back to the piano. "Am I really that bad."

He sat down on the bench next to me. "No," he kissed my cheek and began playing my lullaby. "Well yes. But I find it cute when you try to play."

"Well I could probably be able to play better if I had a better teacher." I teased.

He laughed once. "Well if that's how you feel..." he stopped playing and turned to me.

"Don't stop." I protested taking his hands and placing them back on the keys.

He began to play again. It was a melody I didn't recognize. It was fast paced and had an angry tone. I looked at Edward's face. His calm and collected appearance didn't match the music.

"What is it?" I asked, talking about the song.

He shrugged. "I'm not sure, I just started writing it."

I listened to the music for a minute, staring as his fingers moved quickly and gracefully over the keys.

"What did Rose want." the music made me curious.

He sighed, missing a few beats then getting back on tract with the melody. "She was trying to convince me that killing this human is the right thing to do."

"And did she?" I pressed.

He shook his head slowly, "No. I agree with Carlisle. I don't think we should do anything until we know exactly what she know. I'm going to sneak over to her house to see if I can get a reading on her thoughts."

"You gonna sneak in through her bedroom window?" I asked smiling.

He looked into my eyes and smiled back. "Maybe," I laughed. "Old habits die hard." he joked.

I smiled. Then looked around at the walls of the room. A few picture frames were hung around the room. One was a painting of a sunset and the rest were a few baby pictures of Nessie and there was one of me and Edward. It was old. Back when I was human. I got up and walked over to where it hung on the wall.

"I don't remember when this was taken." I said pointing to the picture with my finger. All my human memories were hazy. All except for a couple.

Edward got up from the piano and walked up behind me putting his arms around me. "That was the night of your eighteenth birthday party. Renée and Charlie gave you a camera. remember?"

My birthday party. Yeah I remembered. The night I almost died and the night that resulted in my Edward leaving me. I took in a fast sharp breath as the remnants of an old pain resurfaced. Out of all my human memories, the days without Edward were the only ones I didn't find hard to remember. They were burned into my mind forever. I spun around in his arms and wrapped my arms around his waist burying my face in his chest. "Yes. I remember." my voice came out muffled by his shirt. "Fun night." I added sarcastically.

He didn't answer. He just kissed my head softly. I looked up and our eyes met.

"I know I've said this before but...I'm so sorry. For leaving you. For hurting you. I'm sorry." he apologized for the millionth time.