Klaus' POV

I watched as the young brunette woman watched the bronze-haired male storm from the room. I watched as her eyes hardened and tears seemed to fill her eyes. "Great-grandfather?" I asked faintly.

It seemed to take minutes before she dragged her eyes onto me. I could see heartbreak worming it's way into her eyes, and heard her shuddering sigh, before she answered me. "Yes. Great-Grandfather. Here is my family tree. You were with my Great-grandmother, Adelyn Johnson. They had a daughter named, Marie Johnson. Who then had a daughter named Renee Higginbotham. And then she and my dad, Charlie Swan. Resulting in me. And finally you're great-great-granddaughter Renesmee here. She's as rare as you are.. Quileute Shape-shifter, Cold-One, Vampire, and Werewolf."

Elijah cleared his throat, slightly and smiled, "Don't forget she might have the gift of Magic, as well. Our mother, she was the Original Witch." He was staring at Renesmee in complete awe, as I was contemplating what I just heard.

Of course I remember who Adelyn was. I loved that beautiful human. She trusted me, as the monster I am, to protect her until her dying breath! And I could clearly see her resemblance to the woman I loved.

I could hear furniture being shattered somewhere on the property. And I knew that Isabella could as well. Because she seemed to be fighting a losing battle over her anger. "I can see the resemblance to our family, as well as to Adelyn." I murmured as I watched the entire family release their tensions.

I watched as Isabella wrung her hands, "I'm sorry about Edward. He's having a hard time accepting that his wife and child are related to the Mikaelsons. Let alone that we brought along another that's pregnant with Mikaelson twins."

I chuckled darkly. "It seems our reputation has gotten to every corner of the world." I stepped forward cautiously and stared into my great-granddaughter's eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. Family above all else, Forever and Always."

I watched as Rebekah flung herself towards Renesmee and Alice. They immediately started talking about fashion. And Elijah and Carlisle were talking about their families. The wolf pack was uncomfortably inching their way out the door, while I stared into my grandchild's eyes.

"I... I just wish he accepted this part of us." She whispered, softly. I could see the heartache forming in her eyes, and glared at the wall.

"It's his own fault, Isabella. You mustn't let his actions bring you down. You have to remain strong, to protect your child." I whispered, fiercely. I could hear the cold undertone to my voice and felt her body shudder as it registered in her mind.

Edward's POV

A fucking Mikaelson. Not just one, but two, brought into my family.

I can't believe my chosen mate, and our child, are fucking spawns of that Demonic Man. Evil. I should've known. I should've left her and stayed away! I'm. So. Stupid! I smacked myself in the forehead.

I obviously can not accept this part of them. Let alone the fact that we've had to bring in a werewolf that is pregnant with Mikaelson Twins. Why can't we catch a fucking break. First the Nomad Trio, then the Volturi, then that Red-headed Psycho hellbent on revenge, then the Volturi—again, and now finally the Mikaelson Family and their Enemies!

I stormed through mine and Isabella's house, my feet leaving indentations on the floor and my hands whipping furniture out of my way. I've never felt so out of control, since my change. Always in control of my temptations to throw a fit when shit isn't going my way.

Of course, I knew. Knew that me and Isabella weren't meant for each other. Knew that my true mate was not the plain woman that Isabella was. And I knew that I had to pretend to truly love her, and make it believable for the family. I had brought her in, and I had to deal with it. I showed my true nature to a human. A very curious human. And now, look what it's left me with.

A hybrid child, a plain wife, and now hosting the Mikaelsons and wolves on my land. All because Isabella was my singer and I was intrigued by her mind. Rosalie was right, the "puny human" ruined my life.

I'm extremely glad that I am the only one able to read minds. Because if anyone else could, my plans would be ruined. I had planned to control Carlisle and through him the entire coven, and eventually remove the Volturi from their Position. Me as the ruling body. Not even Alice has seen my future because I've found a way around her.

Finally as my anger at the current events fades to the deep recesses of my mind, I come back to my senses.

I'm horrified by what I've done. I've destroyed my family's house. Isabella and Renesmee—what the hell kind of name is that, anyways— were gonna be devastated. Which really I don't care about, but I have to pretend I do.

Why haven't I just ditched them? Like any other in my position would. I didn't want the child. I even tried to destroy it. It cemented that we were stuck together for all of eternity.

I looked around and contemplated picking up after myself, before shrugging my shoulders. I head towards the door of the house, and turn back to the room. I spotted a table standing up right. With a pen and pad of paper on it. I stride over to it and picked it up.

Isabella and Renesmee,

I've decided that my life has become to chaotic, being associated to the two of you. I hereby denounce any familial ties to Renesmee Carlie Cullen. And am formally announcing my pleasure to divorce you, Isabella Marie Swan. You shall be receiving Divorce Papers as soon as I've contacted J. Jenks.

Never again, Edward Anthony Mason

Having finished the letter, I tore the ring off my finger and placed it on the table, a top the letter. I know I should feel remorse for leaving my chosen mate, and biological child. But I cannot bring myself to care.

I was essentially abandoning my coven, and more specifically my family. I was done. I needed to leave this place, now. Before Alice could foresee this. I knew my True Mate was out there, probably on a different diet and maybe on a different continent. In any case, perhaps this is for the best.

Renesmee's POV

I haven't heard any noise coming from the our family home. I push my hand to mom's arm and project my thoughts to her.

Momma. There isn't any noise coming from our house... nothing being destructed, no stomping.

Mom smiled at me softly and urged me to go sit with grandma and papa, and get to know my family. I watched her swiftly stand up and start walking out the door. "Momma?"

"Shhh, darling. Get to know everyone. I'll be back soon. I'm just going to make sure your father is done throwing his tantrum fit."

"But mom, I want to go—" mom cut me off, without a second thought.

"No darling. You stay here. I don't want you around him, when he's throwing his tantrum." I nodded and turned towards Grandpa Niklaus. I raise my hand towards him and step towards his side.

You're not going to hurt my family, are you? We've already been threatened once. When I was younger. I don't want to run again. I want to settle down and get to do normal teenage things. I want to experience the world. And not be hidden away due to Fear. I stated, as my hand rested on his arm. I felt his entire body stiffen up as my thoughts were projected and then he relaxed and gripped my hand a bit tighter.

He smirked at me, I get the sense that he isn't one to give a whole-hearted smile. "You, and everyone else, are safe from the Mikaelsons. Family is Forever and Always. We protect our own."

I beamed up at him and showed him images of my life up to this point. "I'm not that old. Just a few years old, but I've experienced so much. I've learned a lot as well. I don't think I'll ever get bored of learning new—"

I hear an ear-shattering screech come from the Northeastern corner of the property, and I instinctively knew it was my mom. Before I even finished my statement I was flying out the house and pushing my speed to unknown limits to get home, "Momma! Mom! What's wrong?" I screamed as I ran through the door. As if stoped by a barrier, I could not move any further. My mom was breaking, right in front of me, and I could not do anything.

I feel something breeze past my elbow and watch as Jake folds his wolf body around mom. I knew they held a special bond, they told me the story of how it came to be. How. It. Came. To. Be.

Daddy's gone... he left. I felt the tears, as if they were scorching my skin. I heard earth-shattering whimpers escape my voice box, as if they were being released from something else entirely. I crawled over to my mom and my wolf, and curled into a ball crying. He abandoned us...again. He left us. He's gone...