Chapter 4 Moving House

"Get him OUT!" Bella screamed. "He can't BREATH! Do it NOW!"

I was finding it hard to breath. Very hard.

Bella screamed but it was cut off with a strange noise I heard before the placenta detached. Whatever that means. All I knew was that it was bad. Real bad.

"The morphine-" Edward growled.

"NO! NOW-!" Bella stated choking and didn't finish. Why was Edward waiting for morphine? Whatever that is. It didn't matter. I needed to get out so that he could save Bella!

I didn't know what to do. I was franticly moving about. Rosalie was hissing something I didn't quite make out.

Someone must have done something because Edward said "Let the morphine spread!"

"There's no time." Rosalie hissed. "He's dying!"

I felt a long line pressing down on the outside of my little house. That's the way out! I would get out! Then they could save Bella! Yes!

"No, Rose!" Edward roared. Rose? What about Bella?

There was a whoosh and then a smash. More smashing and banging and then. "Alice, get her out of here!" Edward shouted. "Take her to Jasper and keep her there! Jacob I need you!"

Who's leaving? Hopefully Jacob can help. He had to.

"CPR?" Edward asked. What was CPR? Would it save Bella? That was my main concern.

"Yes!" he answered.

"I have to get him out before-" while he was saying that I was trying to claw at my little house and pushing with my feet to give me a boost when I heard a loud snapping. Louder than anyone that I heard before.

"Her spine." Edward said in horror. Oh, no. I hurt her more than ever now!

"Get it out of her!" Jacob snarled. It? I thought I was a he? "She won't feel anything now!"

Then there was another line cut through the top of my house. Suddenly I knew what to do. I had to rip through my house with my teeth. Someone was doing it for me. Odd? Bella was coughing while I was trying to get out. Fast.

"You stay with me now Bella!" Jacob yelled. "Do you hear me? Stay! You're not leaving me. Keep your heart beating!"

There was a tear in my house someone was ripping I line through. Cold hands lifted me out of my house. Never to go back. I looked up into a pale face. I couldn't make out much because everything was noisier and brighter and blurrier than in my little house.

I was completely and utterly confused. I didn't know who this cold-handed man was. I was struggling trying to get out of his grip. Trying to get to Bella.

"Renesmee." He whispered. Edward? Father? My vision was clearing and I was able to see better.

Edwards face was beautiful. There were no words to describe him. He was pale white and cold as ice. His eyes were golden.

"Let me…" Bella croaked. And as soon as I heard her voice I turned my head. "Give her to me."

Then I was being carried over to Bella. She looked horrible. Weak, tired and pale. Her eyes were not white and gold like Edward her eyes were Red instead of white and brown instead of gold.

I was placed in her arms. My mother.

Her touch was warm and as soon as I was put in her arms my throat began to burn. I looked into my mother's eyes. "Renes…mee. So…beautiful." She crooned.

Without thinking about what I was doing, I bent down and sunk my teeth into the left side of her breast and sucked. Her blood was delicious. Bella gasped in pain but I was distracted by her amazing blood.

Her blood quenched my burning throat. I sucked until I was taken away. I protested a lot my throat was on fire! Cold hands had me. That meant Edward was holding me. I turned around and Edward said. "No, Renesmee."

I immediately felt guilty. I had hurt her. My own mother. I stared into my father's eyes. We stayed like that for a while.

"What are you waiting for?" Jacob chocked. I had forgotten about him I looked at him he was tan the complete opposite from Edward. His hands were over Bella's chest pumping down on her heart.

"Take the baby." Edward said to Jacob.

"Throw it out the window." Jacob said. He wanted to throw me out the window? I suppose I deserved it because I almost killed and bit my mother but I didn't mean any of it I was and still am really confused!

"Give her to me." I heard Rosalie's voice. I looked over my father's shoulder and saw her. She was just like Edward. Pale, same colour eyes, same beautiful features.

"I've got it under control," Rosalie promised. "Give me the baby, Edward. I'll take care of her until Bella…"

Edward gave me to Rosalie and I was taken away. I struggled against her also cold hands. I wanted to see my mother, and my father, and to know that they are ok and that my mother will live.

I started to cry.

"Shh." Rosalie cooed as she hugged me to her chest. She smelled amazing. I settled into her because I knew I couldn't get away and I heard the love in her voice so I knew she wouldn't do anything to me.

She carried me down the stairs and sat on the sofa.

There was a bath there which she put me in and proceeded to clean off the blood on my body.

Then Rosalie wrapped me in a towel and started to dry me off and cloth me.

"Your mum is going to be fine you know?" she said trying to comfort me. "Are you hungry?" I nodded because I couldn't speak.

She set me down and quickly came back with a silver bottle. As soon as she came close to me my throat started to burn! I started scratching at my throat and that seemed to make come to me faster.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey." She said in an understanding voice. She put me on her knee and put the bottle in my mouth. As soon as I sucked in the blood the pain subsided. The burning went away.

It was by far not as nice of delicious as Bella's blood, but I was not complaining!

I drained the bottle in record time. Rosalie got up and started walking around. Playing with me.

That's when I saw him. He was beautiful. Not father beautiful. Or Rosalie beautiful. This was different.

He stood there, staring at me, but only part of me. With a murderous glare in his chocolate brown eyes. Fists balled by his side. Trembling and shaking uncontrollably. That's when he saw me really saw me. He looked into my eyes. Suddenly. His features changed, not changed my shifted. He stopped trembling and shaking uncontrollably. He stared at me with love in his eyes. Only it wasn't love. It was like gravity wasn't holding him to the earth, it was me.

I stared back at him with the same look in my eyes for what felt like eternity. But it was only seconds.

"What is it Renesmee?" Rosalie asked. But I couldn't look at her. I was staring at the chocolate brown-eyed boy who just minutes ago wanted to throw me out a window who now looked like he would jump out a window for me!

Slowly Rosalie turned around. She must have seen we didn't break eye contact.

She looked angry. Why? I thought.

She just stared.

Finally she said in a murderous voice, "You didn't?"