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I need to included sections from the book of Breaking Dawn for this story to remain accurate, mainly specific wording from the characters. Please note that this is not an attempt to copyright, only trying to keep this fanfiction accurate to the canon book. Thanks!

This time that I slept, I dreamed of nothing, really, aside from a few colors and shapes, different patterns, scents, and sounds to match. When I woke up, I was in my Jacob's arms, and he was asleep as well. I looked out the one of the large windows forming the walls of the room and noticed that it was night time, based on how dark it was. However, the sky was dark blue, and not black, as I knew it should be. I then knew it was either late afternoon or very early in the morning. I could hear birds chirping.

Aunt Rosalie was sitting on the couch opposite of Jacob and I with a large, very strong looking man. She must have noticed me looking because she turned her head and looked at me, smiling happily, her face lighting up a bit.

"Good morning, Renesmee. Seems like you're up early," she said, the man next to her chuckling and smiling as well. I smiled back, nodding; it must be early in the morning. My Jacob was still asleep, however, and was beginning to snore. I patted his cheek lightly with my hand, not wanting to hurt him, but it had no effect. My eyebrows furrowed together in frustration, I wanted him awake. However, I didn't want to hurt or disturb him, so I simply sent him images of the few things I had experienced that I thought he would like. The sunshine glimmering off of pots and pans, silverware, too, the darkness I had just seen no more than a few minutes ago, and the smell of the odd scented food he'd had from earlier. I could feel aunt Rose and the person next to her's eyes on me, watching my attempt.

He smiled at the last one and I found that funny, so I smiled, too, still not knowing or understanding which reaction would fit. I also showed him how he looked when he smiled, hoping he would see it in his dreams, and his eyes opened a bit, peeking down at me.

"Morning, Renesmee," he said groggily to me, a slight smile on his still half-asleep face. I smiled and nodded back at him, my form of "good morning."

Aunt Rosalie sat up a bit, chuckling, "Enjoy your nap, mutt? You were starting to snore like a bear." Suddenly the man next to her looked at her, seeming amused.

"Hey, Rose, I don't snore!" he exclaimed, slight humor in his tone of voice. I smiled at him, but didn't know who he was. Was he with aunt Rosalie? Jacob must have heard my confusion, because he laughed a bit and told me the man's name: Emmett. He said that Emmett was my uncle, and aunt Rosalie was his wife; they were married. Then I showed him grandma Esme and grandpa Carlisle, also momma and daddy's faces.

"Yes, they're married too," he explained. But, then I was confused about dunt Alice, was she married? As if on cue, she walked downstairs, holding the hand of a somewhat thin-but-tough looking man, his hair was honey-colored, matching his eyes. He seemed as if he was naturally nervous, so I reached my hand out, waving to him and smiling at him. I wanted to call out to aunt Alice, and ask who he was, but I didn't really want to bother. My "gift" was much easier, even if I couldn't always use it.

She was cheery as always, and walked toward me, leaving the man at the bottom of the stairs; he seemed nearly frozen in that spot. As she neared my Jacob and I, I could feel him tighten his hold on me slightly. Aunt Alice crossed her arms in front of us, looking a bit angry.

"Come on, Jacob, you've held her long enough," she said to him, actually frustrated now. I noticed that I was thirsty then, the gentle burning in my throat growing very slowly. I patted Jacob on the arm, but he didn't seem to notice. Alice's person was still by the stairs, nearly-black eyes locked on my chipper aunt, and Rose and Emmett watching Jacob and aunt Alice, amused.

"Just another hour, pixie," he said roughly at her. I didn't like the way they were acting to each other, and I was already frustrated and in slight pain from my throat. Nobody was looking at me, and the burn in my throat only grew. I did the only thing I could really think of doing to get their attention; I bit my Jacob's hand. He'd never smelled like his blood would taste good, but it was all I could think of, aside from crying. He winced and quickly, yet carefully gave me to aunt Alice, walking to the kitchen. I noticed that he had a few drops of blood coming from the bite, but it was already healing. All he did was rinse it off, and walk back in.

He chuckled lightly, "She doesn't like arguing.. And, she's hungry." aunt Alice instantly smiled, practically jumping. "And apparently not venomous," someone chimed in.

"My turn to feed her!" Alice exclaimed, all I could do was nod in approval; aunt Alice was nice. I liked how she was always happy and seemed so excited to see me and be around me, just as everybody else was, even if being near me kept her unable to see her visions. I placed my palm on her cheek and showed her, and she giggled and nodded at me.

She began to walk to the kitchen, me in her arms. As she did, I noticed that I had grown. Again.

My hair was now about an inch and a half longer, now a few millimeters below my shoulders. It was in curls, and had not been brushed yet. It was bothering me, so I showed aunt Alice. She nodded, acknowledging the picture I'd showed her, as she got my metal bottle and blood out, pouring it into the bottle.

"Rosalie will brush your pretty hair once you're fed," she said warmly. She also asked me if I needed the end of the bottle on it, or if I could drink out of it like it were a cup. I thought for a few seconds and then showed her that I didn't need it, or that I at least wanted to try it without. She just nodded, chirping a quick "okay" and carried me into the living room, me in one arm and the cup in the other.

We sat down and she cradled me in one arm as Aunt Rosalie had when she fed me, but this time I sat up a bit more. She let me hold the cup with both hands, but also making sure to help me steady it with one of hers, even though I didn't need it. I took one gulp of it, realizing that this was a bit easier than the bottle. So, I continued doing that, but slowly. She also explained who the other man over by the stairs was, as she motioned for him to come stand next to her by the edge of the couch, telling him that she knew he wouldn't hurt me. Why would her hurt me? She also explained how he was new to their "vegetarian" diet as she called it, and I was half-human, so I was a slight risk. I wasn't afraid of the man I now knew as my uncle Jasper, however I was a bit more cautious not to get close to him or anything.

"It's almost like the vampire half cancels out the human half, considering scent, anyway," aunt Alice spoke to my uncle, and he tried to smile slightly at me.

"Yeah. It's not nearly as tempting as a human," he agreed, smiling a bit more. He seemed relieved that he didn't want my blood. I was too. He stayed a few feet away as I finished my drink.

After I finished my cup of blood, she handed me over to aunt Rose and my uncle Emmett.

"She would like for you to brush her hair, Rose," she said to Aunt Rosalie, and she nodded in return. Alice lead uncle Jasper out of the room, mentioning that they would go hunting then, and kissing his cheek.

"I will," she said simply as she got up, uncle Emmett following us as she carried me upstairs. We passed the room I had remembered as where I had seen my momma and daddy for the first time. I saw daddy holding momma's hand as she laid down on a flat glass table. He watched her intently, pain in his features, however, he looked up at me. I remembered who he was perfectly, and how he could hear my thoughts without me showing him. I simply shouted in my thoughts, full of happiness to see my parents again, Daddy! Aunt Rosalie is going to brush my hair. Isn't that nice? It's nice to see Momma okay again. She's alive, right? She looks cleaner. And healthier, I see. She smells better, too! Can I come in and see her? Please? Daddy simply nodded to me, a slight smile breaking through as his eyes met mine (they were a very dark gold then), speaking in a soft and loving, yet concerned and hurt voice.

"Yes, Renesmee, your mother is fine," he paused and glanced back down at her serene-looking face, then back up at me, "Yes, your aunt Rosalie is very nice. She adores your hair, you know. It resembles mine and your mother's. And, of course you can come in for a few moments." He seemed strained, taking his eyes off of my mother for a moment. Aunt Rose gladly handed me to him, and I was quick to show him everything he'd missed with my gift. His face seemed.. proud? He told me some things about my mother, who laid still next to us. Sleeping? He nodded, with a 'sort of, yes.' He crooned a soft, quiet lullaby to me, though I wasn't tired, then I had to go. He was very intent on keeping his focus on my mother, and I understood that. I smiled and waved goodbye as aunt Rosalie took me back into her arms carefully, then carried me to a different room, one I haven't been in before.

She sat down with me on her lap in a chair in front of a mirror and I got to look at myself for the very first time. I thought I was... very pretty, to be honest. But, not as pretty as everybody else. Close, though. I noticed and took in everything about how I looked in my reflection. My hair was the color of dark bronze with hints of gold throughout where the light hit. It was curly, too, and reached down just an inch below my shoulders, and framing my face. Complimenting it, really, because it was dark-ish and my face was pale, except for my cheeks, which had a natural blush. My lips were a darker shade of pink, but had small spots of red, from the blood I had just drank. I smiled once, noticing my perfect white teeth. I also looked at my eyes, momma's eyes. They were a milk chocolate brown and I had naturally thick, long eyelashes, complimenting my eyes. My eyelids were a very light shade of purple-pink-blue mix, similar to my vampire family's, and I had a straight nose and jawline. My eyebrows were about the same color of my hair, thin lines.

Aunt Rosalie began brushing my hair and it felt very nice. She didn't pull at any knots, but brushed each curl slowly. I continued looking at my reflection, making faces and noticing how my eyebrows moved along with my smile forming dimples. This made uncle Emmett burst into loud laughs: it made me think of a bear, which I've never seen, but if loud snoring was like a bear, laughing must be the same.

After aunt Rosalie finished brushing my hair, she handed me to uncle Emmett, and I couldn't help but showing him his laugh. I found it funny, and he did too, once he noticed my association with him and a bear.

"Well, they are my favorite thing to hunt, kiddo," he said after he had calmed down enough and stopped his bear-like laughing. Aunt Rosalie then walked back into the room, carrying two dresses. One was white, light blue floral designs on the sleeves- which went down to right before where my elbows are -and some on the bottom, which had three or four layers, the top had a bit of lace at the bottom. The other was light pink with small white hearts on the bottom. I liked the white and blue one more than the pink one, so I nodded towards it and aunt Rosalie smiled at me and nodded, saying okay.

She took me from uncle Emmett and helped me get the dress on. As she helped me get dressed in it, she said, "You like blue and white better than pink? Pink is more of a girly color," she whispered the next part, "your aunt Alice would have a fit if she knew that." She giggled lightly and asked me how I'd like my hair. I never thought about how I'd like it. I reached up and ran my fingers through the tightly curled strands, thinking for a second.

I reached up and showed her that I liked it this way, but if she wanted to play with it, that was okay, too, I didn't mind at all. She smiled and nodded, telling me that she would leave it this way and play with it another day. I just smiled and nodded back at her. Aunt Rosalie picked me up and carried me to the living room, my entire family - aside from momma, my Jacob, and daddy - waiting for me. She sat down on the couch with me in her arms, for only a few seconds. Aunt Alice suddenly stood up and spoke, "They're close, everyone."

Everybody in the room quickly got up, Aunt Rosalie and I included, and formed a certain position. Aunt Rosalie and I in the back. In front of us were Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper, then Grandpa Carlisle and Grandma Esme.

Suddenly, the door opened, and I saw my Jacob walk in, leaving it open as if for somebody else. I knew who it must be; momma and daddy. I could smell momma's scent- similar to her human one, but much sweeter. Jacob quickly took me from Aunt Rosalie's arms and held me, more securely than ever, in his arms. He stood in the back with Aunt Rose and I.

That's when I saw them walk in. Daddy seemed so... Happy. I knew why, too. Momma was alive and well. I also looked at momma for the first time since my birth. She looked so... different. A bit more beautiful, to be honest, like the family. I patted aunt Rose's cheek and she nodded, telling me that, yes, it was her. Her eyes were a brilliant shade of blood red, very, very slightly tinted to the gold of the rest of my vampire family. Her hair was a dark brown, curls only slightly looser than mine, a few inches below her shoulders, a bit longer than mine. Her skin was pale and looked as smooth as marble. She was wearing a pair of jeans, no shoes, and a short-sleeved blue shirt. She looked at me as I looked at her, and I know she wanted to hold me instantly.

Everyone hesitated, aunt Alice, however, seemed to be the calmest. My Jacob tightened his hold on me a bit more and everyone stood defensively. I could feel him trembling ever so slightly. I knew what they were protecting: me. I heard momma's angelic, soprano voice soar, "It's okay, everyone." She slowly walked to me, Daddy carefully next to her, he, however, looked calm like aunt Alice. I watched momma inhale, her face stayed calm, but everyone still walked in front of me. I could barely see her, now! I was impatient and frustrated, so I did the one thing I knew could make them stop being so careful; I cried. I had never cried like that before, but I wailed and almost shouted. In an instant, everyone was patting me and trying to soothe me.

But I didn't want their soothing, I wanted momma. I locked my eyes on daddy's, showing him.

As I calmed down and stopped crying, wiping my eyes with my arm, everyone slowly went back to where they were. Momma slowly walked closer. She reached out and took me in her arms, my Jacob still refusing to let her fully take me. They continued to speak, and Jacob let me go, letting momma take me into her arms. I smiled and placed my palm to her cheek, showing her the last time I had seen her, how she had looked after I was born. I pulled my hand away and smiled at Momma again. She gasped asked what "that" was, and aunt Rosalie asked her what she had seen. Momma spoke to me then, "I remember you, too." She spoke very quietly. Her voice was much different than the one I remembered as her's- much more smooth, more like a sing-song voice.

Momma kissed my forehead with her cold lips, her coldness which I was used to. I watched as a happy and proud smile lit up her face like the moon in the night sky. Daddy smiled silently at my thoughts. I was so full of joy- I felt like everything was okay, now. Everyone seemed so relaxed then, and I'd met everyone.

"Haven't we experimented enough for today?" Jacob asked, his voice sounding stressed. His eyes went back and forth between momma and myself. "Okay, Bella's doing great, but let's not push it." I knew he was worried for me, but he didn't need to be, obviously.

I watched momma glare at him and heard uncle Jasper shuffle uneasily next to us. I noticed then that we were all crowded very closely together.

"What is your problem, Jacob?" Momma demanded, tugging lightly on her hold on me, Jacob simply stepping closer to her, not letting me go. I was touching both of their chests because of how close they were.

Daddy hissed at Jacob, "Just because I understand, it doesn't mean I won't throw you out, Jacob. Bella's doing extraordinarily well. Don't ruin the moment for her." Understand? What did he understand? I didn't get it, but I tried. Rosalie hissed something at my Jacob, but I didn't listen. I looked up and my Jacob was staring down at my face. His eyes were full of many different emotions: worry, care, adoration. Then I heard momma gasp, "No!" for some reason, as if she just understood something.

Momma told aunt Rose to take me, my Jacob handing me to her. All three of us backed away. Momma told daddy to stand in front of me, for his protection, and he hesitated to let her go, but did what she said anyways. Her face seemed so angry. I watched the scene in front of me, somewhat scared for my Jacob.

"You didn't," momma snarled at him, and he backed away, his palms up.

"You know it's not something I can control."

"You stupid mutt! How could you? My baby!" Momma yelled at Jacob. He half-ran down the stairs outside and momma followed him in a defensive hunting crouch. I wanted to stop them, but couldn't.

The last I heard clearly was Jacob, "It wasn't my idea, Bella!"

The rest were mumbles, but we walked to the window and watched. Uncle Em said something to daddy, but I didn't hear what it was. I did, but I didn't listen. I watched the muffled conversation.

I heard the term imprint, but I didn't know what it meant. My brain showed footprints on sand, or mud, having it then dried and it staying there forever- young ducklings following a mother duck? but I don't think that happened, really. Suddenly, two large wolves appeared at Jacob's flanks, the gray one snapping at momma. The sandy one stood defensively, but didn't seem angry. I'd never seen wolves before- they're pretty. I wanted to defend her, too, but I couldn't.

Momma snarled even louder back at the wolf, and it curled it's upper lip up but didn't move. Uncle Em laughed at something momma said, but I wasn't taking in the muffled words, I didn't want to hear them fight, I didn't like it. I heard grandma Esme tell Daddy to stop momma, but he didn't. I could hear yelling from Jacob, then a loud, shrieking growl from momma, then commentary from my family behind me. They all sounded surprised.

I heard one word, the one I knew got momma even angrier.

"...Nessie..." was the term I could pick out from something Jacob said. I knew instantly that it was a nickname for me.

Everybody then froze, and my Jacob took a step farther back into the treeline, his hands still up in front of him.

My eyes followed momma as she lunged, aiming for his throat.

Jacob kept me outside with him, keeping me entertained by letting me play with grass and fallen leaves. Seth's sister, Leah, kept pacing near the river, still as a wolf, glancing in the huge windows every few minutes. She seemed angry and anxious at the same time. I liked her gray and tan fur- it was pretty. I picked up a small green thing- not grass, harder, and pointy. I held it to Jacob, a curious expression on my face. He seemed delighted to explain. He liked helping me learn, and I loved learning. Rosalie was there, also, but still tried to keep some distance from Jacob.

"Not all trees have leaves, kiddo. This is a pine needle. Comes from a pine tree," Jacob paused to nod his head in the direction of one of the bigger trees, its branches covered in the needles. "'T leaks sap sometimes, too." I was confused. I let the little green needle fall from my palm, immediately pressing it against his arm- can I see it? I questioned about the sap, earning a loud laugh from Jacob and aunt Rose both.

"Don't think Edward would be too happy with me bringing you inside, covered in sticky sap. Stuff's impossible to wash off."

We sat next to some hemlocks after that for a few minutes, and I noticed some birds. I was quick to demand Jacob's attention and point at the small, fluffy things.

"Sparrows," he whispered. I showed him my picture of them, repeating the word in my head. He nodded as we watched them hop closer and closer to us. I couldn't hold back the big, amazed smile on my face. Aunt Rose was a few yards away, again, keeping her distance from Jacob. We both sat as still as possible aside from our breathing. The birds wouldn't come close to my aunt.

I noticed then that the burning/aching/hungry feeling had begun to slowly creep back. I patted my Jacob's arm urgently and he picked me up, the birds chirping and quickly flying away. Before I knew it, he and my aunt were arguing over who would feed me once again. I rolled my eyes, no longer upset by their bickering, only thirsty, impatient, and bored with it. And, although I'd asked repeatedly for either of them to take me back to momma, they both could agree on the not yet.

Daddy kept apologizing to Seth. I could tell she felt horrible for it, but I understood why she did it. She can't control her emotions too perfectly as a newborn, right? Daddy looked at me as we entered the house and nodded. Seth was sleeping on the couch, his arm in a splint. Rose was the one to carry me upstairs, Jacob close by us. They both seemed worried, as everyone did, when the time came around for me to be measured again. I was bored, impatient. I was interested in the measuring at first, but it happened so often now, it had become something I didn't really like much.

"Four times a day," grandpa told momma when she'd asked if I was measured every day, motioning us to the couch. I sighed at that as we all sat down. I noticed my mother's eyes on me intently. I knew I couldn't tell that I had grown since she'd seen me only an hour ago, but she could. I stretched out as needed for grandpa Carlisle to measure me, still taking no notes. I could see that everyone in the room had their expressions full of worry.

"What do we do?" Momma whispered, just loudly enough for me to hear. I listened in on the conversation.

"I don't know," my father responded. I knew that my growth was abnormal; that was obvious by now to anyone, but was it really too fast?

"It's slowing," my Jacob muttered. His eyes were on me, as well as the measuring instruments Carlisle had had.

"We'll need several more days of measurements to track the trend, Jacob. I can't make any promises," was Carlisle's calm response, though I could hear the slight strain in his voice, too. My eyes focused on momma, and hers on me.

"Yesterday she grew two inches," Jacob noted, as evidence for his claim. "Today it's less."

"By a thirty-second of an inch, if my measurements are correct," grandpa responded.

Jacob told him to be perfect, sounding almost threatening, and I felt Rosalie's arms stiffen around me. Grandpa assured my Jacob he'd do his best. I was still bored, increasingly so as time went on. Their conversation was distracting me from the task. I wanted in my mother's arms then, especially when I noticed her slightly more upset than before. I reached my hand to aunt Rose, nearly demanding my mother. My aunt sighed.

"What does she want?" Jacob was quick to ask. I already knew that, whatever it was, he'd try his best for me.

"Bella, of course," aunt Rose responded. "How are you?" she asked momma.

"Worried," she admitted.

"We all are. But that's not what I meant."

"I'm in control," my mother promised. I knew she was.

As aunt Rose handed me off, I reached for my momma as she'd reached for me, a smile instantly taking over my face. Measuring done, with my mother again, finally.

Immediately I placed my hand against her marble cheek. She gasped, just as last time, when I showed her my pictures. Her eyes seemed to look past me, though I knew she could still see me. I let her see how I'd seen her charge at my Jacob across the front lawn, and daddy laughed at that. I watched as both of my parents winced when I replayed the crack of Seth's arm. I smiled again, showing her how I kept my eyes on Jacob, no matter what. I showed her that he was my Jacob. I was glad that he wasn't hurt. I knew I couldn't protect him, but I showed that I didn't want my Jacob hurt.

"Oh wonderful. Perfect," she groaned.

"It's just because he tastes better than the rest of us," my father reassured her, sounding annoyed as well.

"I told you she likes me, too," I heard my Jacob tease from the other room. I noticed momma's brilliantly red eyes no longer focused on mine, and I demanded her attention back with gentle pats of my hand on her cheek. I showed her another memory, one of my favorites; aunt Rose brushing my hair, and how nice it felt. I showed her how uninteresting being measured was, too. It was so monotonous, four times a day, every day. It bored me. I showed her another one of my favorite memories; being fed, the blood from the bag. Before I could see a response in her features, I was out of her arms. Momma's arms were pinned behind her back, though she looked calm. I couldn't help but sigh. I knew she wouldn't hurt me.

Uncle Jasper was confused. Momma was as well, but for different reasons. Daddy apologized, handing me back to momma, who reached for me as well. I touched my mother's neck, showing her what had just happened, but from my eyes. I was confused as to what had happened, and why. What's wrong with uncle Jasper?

"He'll be back," daddy responded to us, seemingly answering my silent question. "He just needs a moment alone to readjust his perspective on life." He grinned with that.

They began discussing something, but I didn't focus on their words. I wasn't bored, and I focused on their faces, piecing together which features of their's that I had, too, compared to the last time I saw myself. I liked being with just my parents, not that I didn't love my family or my Jacob, but I'd waited for them both for days. It felt nice to be with them both, no over cautions protection. I noticed my mother freeze, seeming surprised- it caught me off guard. I touched her neck, asking her why.

"Have you ever seen an equivalent to self-control as a talent?" Daddy asked my grandfather.

"It's similar to what Sioban has always been able to do, though she wouldn't call it a gift."

"Sioban? Your friend in that Irish coven?" Aunt Rose spoke up. "I wasn't aware that she did anything special. I thought it was Maggie who was talented in that bunch." I didn't recognize the names, but that didn't bother me. I wanted to learn about momma's gift and these other people, too. Grandpa explained Sioban's gift. I continued showing momma my time without her, regardless.

My father, aunt, and grandfather sat in chairs as they continued their discussion. I watched as my Jacob sat next to the sleeping Seth, apparently bored, then tired. Momma held me by the window as I continued showing her my pictures, her attention fully on me and what I was showing her. She rocked me, something aunt Rose had done before, as we looked into each other's eyes. I wanted her to know every bit of what she'd missed, and I could tell she wanted the same thing. I showed her the formula. Oh, god, the formula. Icky, I'd repeated. I let her hear the song that my father had hummed to me, twice, his darker golden eyes nearly twinkling.

After nearly an hour, I slowly fell asleep in momma's arms, in the middle of one of the memories, and I felt her hand on top of mine on her cheek, as the images slowly faded to black- would she see my dreams? I dreamed of images again, patterns of colors and shapes, the faces of my family, my Jacob's, momma's, and daddy's all were the most visible ones. Rosalie's were, too.

When I woke up, I was in aunt Rose's arm.

"Did you sleep well, sweetheart?" She questioned, her golden eyes glimmering. I nodded, showing her that I'd wanted my mother. I demanded her when aunt Rose told me that she wasn't there. My brows furrowed. Where is she? I want her here. I demanded again. My aunt's expression did show that she felt bad that I was upset that my mother wasn't with me. After all, I did fall asleep in her arms. Not that I didn't love aunt Rose, I just wanted momma. I pouted, a small whimper coming from my throat. Aunt Rose was quick to walk into the living room with me, asking Esme what she should do.

"Are you thirsty?"

I shook my head no. My palm patted her neck again. Momma.

"Do you wanna go play back outside?" She offered. Aunt Rose didn't like dirt, but she still offered. I shook my head again, more violently this time. My lower lip quivered, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"I have an idea," Esme rose from the couch where she sat with Grandpa quickly, returning before any tears could fall. Shiny metal objects in her hand.

I was curious about them, and shiny things were so pretty to me. She almost smiled.

Uncle Emmett came in as aunt Rose sat me on the floor, Esme handing me one, a long silver stick with a four longer, slightly pointed, yet rounded ones sticking out from the end. I sniffed it, curious. I nearly scrunched up my nose as the smell of metal filled it. She told me it was a fork. Uncle Em laughed at my curious expression. I poked and squeezed it with my hand, noticing small bits of reflections caught in the clean silver. I was touching the tines of the fork when something happened- they bent. Aunt Rose was shocked and Uncle Em laughed again, both my grandparents, and Alice and Jasper interested then as well.

I bent all of the tines away from the center, then bent them until they were all crooked. I grabbed the spoon from my aunt's chilled hand as she handed it to me. The reflections were bigger in this one, though warped. My face was pinched into a tinier, wrong reflection. I tried to bend the spoon with my thumb and forefinger, but it only made the reflection blurrier. I tried to bend it back out, but it was flattened, then. I let it fall to the ground as I grabbed another fork. I bent it in a spiral, mimicking my hair. Everyone was so amused, Esme no longer seemed upset for her silver. Carlisle noted that I was stronger than a human toddler, as he'd predicted. Jasper didn't say anything, but had an amused grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

I let the already bent metal in one pile, playing with the last spoon. I began to bend and poke and pull this one beyond recognition- then I heard footsteps.

Momma! Daddy! I almost shouted with my thoughts. As soon as my eyes laid on my mother's face, I chucked the spoon onto the floor, leaving a small dent in the wood, and pointed a finger in her direction. Everyone laughed. Before I could turn to look for her, I was in my mother's arms. She smiled widely at me as I mimicked the expression back. I patted her cheek. I was hungry again. Daddy was quick to go to the kitchen to get my drink.

"We'll get your room set up right away," momma told me. "You'll like the cottage. It's magic." She glanced away from me to my grandmother to thank her. I was excited to see this place. Daddy came into the room with my cup as momma handed me off to aunt Rose. I was too focused in my drink to listen to the conversations going on, until I heard my father growl as his eyes turned to a darker black. Alice jumped to her feet instantly. I finished my drink quickly, curious and worried as to what was happening.

"What is he doing? What is that dog doing that has erased my schedule for the entire day? I can't see anything! No!" She glanced to my mother, her face seeming tortured. She then chastised my mother for her clothes. I patted my aunt Rose, asking her what was going on.

"He talked to Charlie. He thinks Charlie is following after him. Coming here. Today." Daddy snarled, his hands in fists. Who's Charlie? Is he more family? Is he like my parents or like Jacob and Seth? I heard Alice speak a word that was so fast I could barely understand, then streaking quickly out the back door.

"He told Charlie?" Momma gasped. "But- doesn't he understand? How could he do that? No!"

Daddy spoke through his teeth. "Jacob's on his way in now." I was happy about that, but also worried. What was going on? Nobody was fully explaining to me. My Jacob came in the door shaking his wet hair. He seemed excited.

"Hey, guys," he greeted everyone, grinning. Everyone was quiet. It was.. weird. Leah and Seth came in behind him, both in human forms.

"Rose," momma said immediately. Without a word, Rosalie handed me to my mother, who I was happy to have hold me. She held me closer than usual, and I was watching and listening to everyone intently. I wanted to understand what was going on.

"Charlie'll be here soon," Jacob broke the silence. "Just a heads up. I assume Alice is getting you sunglasses or something?" He seemed to casual for the nearly visible tension in the room. I didn't like it. I was too confused for words.

"You assume way too much," momma spit through her teeth at my Jacob. "What. Have. You. Done?" Jacob's smile vanished.

"Blondie and Emmett woke me up this morning going on about you all moving cross-country. Like I could let you leave. Charlie was the biggest issue there, right? Well, problem solved." He explained, still excited.

"Do you even realize what you've done? The danger you've put him in?"

Jacob snorted. "I didn't put him in danger. Except from you. But you've got some kind of supernatural self-control, right? Not as good as mind reading, if you ask me. Much less exciting." Daddy moved quickly, in front of Jacob's face instantly.

"That's just a theory, mongrel. Do you think we should test it out on Charlie?" He explained very angrily what Jacob had really done. I pressed my fingers into my mother's cheek, anxiously showing her my replay of what daddy had just said.

"Bella will be in pain?" my Jacob's excitement was gone. Daddy explained how, and momma winced.

"I didn't know that," Jacob whispered.

"Then perhaps you should have asked first," daddy growled back.

"You would have stopped me."

"You should have been stopped-"

"This isn't about me," momma interrupted. She held me slightly tighter and more securely. "This is about Charlie. Do you realize it's death or vampire life for him now, too?" Her voice trembled. I felt a stab in my heart at the tone.

"He phased in front of Charlie," daddy hissed.

"You absolute moron! You could have given him a heart attack!"

"Charlie's fine. He's tough. If you'd give this just a minute, you'll see that I did you a favor here."

"You did half of that, Jacob." Her voice was flat, angry. "You have thirty seconds to tell me every single word before I give Renesmee to Rosalie and rip your miserable head off. Seth won't be able to stop me this time." I almost flinched at that.

Jacob explained. He showed Charlie his wolf form, Charlie is a human who can't know about any of us. Jacob showed him that so we didn't have to leave Forks. Daddy hissed while my mother stared at Jacob in horror.

"I'm not going to thank you. You're still putting Charlie at a huge risk." Momma explained, but my Jacob apologized.

Alice came in, and momma turned me over into Jacob's arms. I was sad that she was no longer holding me, but I wanted Jacob, too. He sat me on the floor with him and Seth, who was becoming much more comfortable around me. Momma was in the other corner of the room, doing something with the rest of the family.

"Jacob, I need Renesmee," I heard her say. My eyes were on her in an instant.

"Bella, that doesn't help me see," aunt Alice said.

"But I need her. She keeps me calm." I could hear panic in her voice. I wanted her, too. Jacob sighed as he took me to my mother. Jacob retreated away from Alice quickly. As momma cradled me, daddy sat next to us. He put his arms around both of us, and I was instantly happy. He looked me seriously in the eyes.

"Renesmee, someone special is coming to see you and your mother," he sounded solemn as he spoke. He meant Charlie. I stared back, my eyes grave. "But he's not like us, or even like Jacob. We have to be very careful with him. You shouldn't tell him things the way you tell us." I shouldn't use my gift on him. He's human. I touched daddy's face, demonstrating what I shouldn't do to Charlie.

"Exactly, and he's going to make you thirsty. But you mustn't bite him. He won't head like Jacob." I nodded.

"Can she understand you?" Momma whispered, seeming surprised.

"She understands," he responded, quick to turn his attention back to me. Daddy's eyes were still black, but seemed lighter when he looked at either of us. "You'll be careful, won't you, Renesmee? You'll help us?" I touched his face with my fingertips again, showing him that yes, of course I would. But also.. could I bite Jacob?

"No, I don't care if you bite Jacob. That's fine." I heard my Jacob chuckle.

As I heard Charlie outside, I nestled deeper into my mother's arms, hiding in her hair. I could hear his heartbeat, and it did make my throat burn, but it wasn't unbearable. I could tell he wasn't like me or Jacob, or my family.

"Right here, dad," momma called out. I couldn't smell Charlie yet, neither could momma. We all watched the different emotions pass through Charlie's face. She called him dad, that meant that he was my grandfather. I didn't pay attention to their conversation, focusing more on momma and the sound of Charlie's voice. His scent reached my nose, then, and I sniffed quietly. Momma tightened her grip on me as the small burn in my throat flared. I wasn't going to bite him, but he was mildly tempting. He smelled a lot like the blood I drank, but with more depth.

"This is her. The orphan Jacob said you're adopting." Orphan? Adopting? I didn't know what he meant, but I didn't focus on that.

"My niece," daddy spoke smoothly. Daddy explained the story- that he'd lost his parents and his older brother and his wife had me, but died. He sounded so calm. I was proud to be my parents' daughter, but I would act with the lie if I had to. I peered out from under my mother's hair, sniffed again, glanced at Charlie, a new feeling, shyness, then hid again. His eyes were the same as mine, too.

"She's a beauty," he sounded stunned.

"Yes," daddy agreed. I was almost boasting with confidence at the compliment.

"Kind of a big responsibility, though. You two are just getting started."

"What else could we do?" Daddy spoke softly. I felt his cold fingertips brush gently over my cheek. It calmed me. He touched my lips for a moment, reminding me. No biting, no communicating. I understood. "Would you have refused her?"

"Hmph. Wekk." He shook his head. "Jake says you call her Nessie?"

"No, we don't." Momma was quick to reply. The scene with her, Jacob and Seth in the lawn replayed momentarily. "Her name is Renesmee."

"You gonna make me a grandpa so young?" Charlie frowned.

"She sure is something to look at," he noted. I felt his warm breath blow slightly towards us. I leaned toward the smell, almost unable not to, looking him fully in the face for the first time. My grandpa gasped.

"Need to know, Charlie. It's okay, I promise," my Jacob was quick to come over and calm Charlie, patting him on the back, as he panicked.

"I don't want to know everything, but I'm done with the lies!" He spoke to my father.

"I'm sorry," daddy responded calmly, "but you need to know the public story more than you need to know the truth. It's to protect Bella and Renesmee as well as the rest of us. Can you go along with the lies for them?"

So he knew I wasn't adopted and daddy's niece. I did look a lot like the both of them. I pushed my palm against my mother's neck. Thirst, curiosity, and Charlie's face. I showed her that I understood my thirst, but overrode it as well.

"She's three months," daddy said. "Younger in some ways. More mature in others." I waved at him, deliberately. He blinked.

Charlie became engrossed in a football game with Emmett, then. Before he left, they agreed to not tell momma's mother about me, or any of the situation. I liked Charlie. He seemed nice. He was very different from anyone else I knew, though, though it was becoming obvious to me that we were the different ones. It wasn't long before I fell asleep in my mother's arms, since everything was okay now.

(Ugh, I really hate taking so much from the book word-for-word, but I wanted to keep the story accurate. Anyways, hope you guys liked!)