Prologue

Growing up I never really thought much about marriage or children. I was the product of a breaking marriage; I was only six months old when my mom (Renee) ran away from my small northern town with me in her arms. She didn't want to be stuck in the Northwest Olympic Peninsula with my chief-of-police dad, Charlie, so she left before they even had three years of marriage.

I moved back to Forks last year in January, and only two months later I ended up dating a boy with golden eyes and perfect features named Edward Cullen. He and the rest of his golden eyed family were vampires and I had barely been dating him for two weeks when a nomadic vampire decided he would hunt me down and kill me. Only instead of killing me he bit me in my childhood ballet studio after tricking me into thinking he had kidnapped Renee. I was bit by the nomadic vampire, James, only for Edward to suck out the venom from the bitemark.

We had a wonderful summer together but on my eighteenth birthday I got a papercut. Edward's adoptive brother (Jasper Hale) went to attack me only for Edward to push me away and for me to fall into a glass tabletop coffee table. I ended up with multiple stitches and a week later Edward left with the rest of his family away from me.

I became catatonic and did multiple things to make a fake version of Edward appear. I rode motorcycles with my godbrother, Jacob Black. Laurent, the last member of the nomadic coven, tried to kill me in Edward and mine's meadow only for wolves to come and chase after him. I learnt that Jacob and the other boys on the Reservation were descendants of wolf-shifters and were impacted by the presence and sudden disappearance of the Cullens.

I ended up deciding in the end I would go against Edward's pleas for me to have a normal life and jumped off of a cliff at the Reservation only for the mate of James to swim towards me. Jacob saved me, I went home, and Edward's adoptive sister, Alice, was there. She could see the future, and everyone thought that I had died so Edward decided he would go to the vampire royalty, The Volturi, to be killed.

I went and saved Edward with Alice only for the Volturi to claim I should be changed into a vampire not too long into the future. They would come and check to see if I had been changed into a vampire in a few years and if I wasn't they would have me join as a guard since I was showing signs of being a shield (Edward could read minds yet he couldn't read mine).

Victoria, James's mate, created a Newborn army of recently changed vampires and came to attack me only for Edward to kill her when I distracted her by cutting my arm with a sharp rock. I had accepted Edward's terms on marriage before I would be changed and got married last month. We were planning on going off to Dartmouth the next term but then I became pregnant.

Fast forward to now, and I was currently in labor two days before my nineteenth birthday. I had dropped a cup full of my own blood (long story, but what else would sustain a half vampire-half human baby?) and my spine broke through the back. I was currently being pulled into the room that we had fixed up for the cesarean that we would have to use in order for us to carefully pull Edward Jr. from my uterus.

As I sat upon the operation table little splotches of obsidian came over my sight, allowing me to know that the blood loss and the ripping of my insides from my precious EJ signaled I was nearing the end. I would possibly die from giving birth to him, but I would do this all over again because my precious baby meant the world to me.

I was able to hear the crying of my precious baby, enough for me to reach my hands up as though to grab him and hold him, whispering, "my EJ. Give him to me."

"Edward no!"

The door was thrown open and my head lopped to the side, where I noted that Alice had come rushing into the room, her eyes obsidian but desperate. I slowly let my head follow her as she rushed over to Edward, where he had his knee propped up. The last thing I heard was the crying of my daughter, my Renesmee, before a sickening crunch filled the air instead of her crying.

Then darkness came over me.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: yep, Edward killed his own daughter. I hope that you will come to love this fanfiction. For those who were reading 'Petit Papillon' I lost inspiration and thought it would be wrong of me to keep it up and never finish it. This is a Bella/Allistair fanfiction.

as always: Twilight doesn't belong to me

-Emmy