Out of the shadows stepped Renesmee, barely dressed, as if she had just crawled out of bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

She fidgeted with her hair. "It's hard to put into words," she said.

I narrowed my eyes, thinking. What could have happened that even a Dhampir didn't know what to say.

Holding out my hand, I told her "Show me then."

She took it, and I saw what she meant.

In the vision, I saw the world through her eyes. I saw myself, then the world spun.

I saw the forest, but not as they were in real life. It was as if I was seeing it in the mind of someone who hadn't been there, but was only imagining it.

I was running through the trees near the roadway, slower than usual.

Suddenly, there was screaming. I stopped in my tracks and ran towards the sound.

It seemed to be coming from a nearby bar. I stopped outside and peered in the window.

It was a massacre. Bodies, drained completely of blood, lay strewn across the floor. Only a handful of people were still alive, but broken, huddled in the corner cowering at the sight of the assailant.

The figure, covered in a cloak, had its back turned to me. It was crouched over a fresh body, its head at their neck.

I tried to call out, to get this threat to leave the others alone, but what came out was a low, feral growl.

The figure jolted at the sound and stood, turning to face the window. Their hood fell back over their head, revealing its face.