My baby was going to be born. A few days ago Edward could hear our baby talking through his mind. Our baby loved both of us and was excited to be born.

I was talking more to Isabella. One could say we were like long lost friends. She told me about her life or at least what she could remember. Most were tiny details: a red dress, her father's face, mother's touch. There was one memory of her and her mother when they ran away from the village they were from. I once asked her what happened the night she died but she said she could not remember anything except for the fire. She also listened as I told her stories, mostly about Ashton and Anabell.

It was still a bit weird that Leah imprinted on Ashton. She now sat in the room with us, close to him. She seemed so out of place but then again, I have never seen Ashton this happy and Leah seemed more open. They were good for each other and I was happy for them.

"Mom, tell dad the names," Anabell yelled, running into the room as Edward and Jacob came in from some secret conversation.

I nodded. "Well, if it's a boy E.J., for Edward Jacob." I don't think either liked it.

"Tell them the girl choice," Rosalie said as Heather giggled. I glared at them as did Anabell. "I like the name."

"I was playing with our mother's names and created Renesmee." Anabell began jumping up and down as Jacob tried not to laugh. "It's beautiful." Edward said, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

I smiled when Isabella appeared with panic. "Bella quick." Before she could say anything else I felt a sharp kick in my stomach, causing me to gasp and fall down. Edward caught me and I was then in Carlisle's home hospital room as I was laid on the bed. I reached for a bucket and vomited tons of blood. Everyone began shouting as my clothes came off. "It's suffocating," I shouted, feeling another sharp kick. "Get him out, get him out."

Delix hurry, it's suffocating.

"Can't we wait until the doctor comes back?" Jacob asked.

"No, he needs out now." I shouted.

I heard the shouting, the bones breaking, and so much crunching sounds. The pain was unbearable, horrible. And then it was all over. The pain began to numb as the sound of crying filled the air. "Bella, it's Renesmee." Edward said.

"Renesmee," I breathed, looking at the smile crying child. Edward wrapped her in a small blanket and handed her to me. I smiled, holding her close. She looked up at me with small purple eyes and I could see glints of gold.

It's our baby Isabelle, It's Isabella.

She's so beautiful.

"So beautiful," I smiled until she bit me. Edward took her away. "No Renesmee," he scolded her in a way as if she understood.

Ouch Isabella, no biting.

I watched them as if we were the only ones here, which we were. Through all of this the others seemed to have left. Renesmee looked back at me and I could not help but smile.

Your child is a curse.

Gasping I felt my heartbeats grow faster, harder as it hurt my chest. My vision became blurry and Edward's voice grew farther away. A flash oh Heather's blonde hair appeared as she came to stand by me. "Get the baby out of here now Edward, I got her."

"Not a chance," Edward said. "What is happening? Why are her eyes turning brown?" They were?

I didn't hear her answer when she suddenly bit down on my neck. "What do you think you are doing?" She kept biting me, traveling down both my arms. They began to burn. "Isabella, go to sleep." She then stuck a sharp object in my chest and my body began to burn. It became harder to breathe.

"Bella," Isabella grabbed my hand. "I have something to show you." With one tug I was now standing up, no longer in pain, and in a forest.

"Isabella, Isabella." She didn't answer me as she stared at the forest. I looked around to see behind us was an odd shaped house made of stone.

"Delix look, she's grown taller again," Isabelle ran out as Delix appeared from the forest. In her arms was a child who looked around four months old. "Indeed she has."

"Can you believe that she is only a week old."

Delix touched her cheek. "She is a special one."

"She sure is." We all turned as a figure in a dark cloak appeared. It reminded me of the Volturi but they do not even exist yet. "Who are you?"

The person removed their cloak and I gasped. "Hello, my name is Heather, and I come with a message." I looked back at Isabella who's eyes were sad.

"And what is the message?" Isabelle asked.

"That precious baby of yours, is a curse."

Delix glared. "Why would you say such a thing? Get off our land."

Heather shrugged. "Suit yourself. But hear this," she pointed to the child. "Lots will suffer because of her. Even you." And with that, everything disappeared. I turned back to Isabella.

"Are you surprised," she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Heather was the woman who told Isabelle you were a curse. Why didn't she tell me?"

"Because Heather does not remember. Just like you, Heather is a reincarnation of that woman. The only thing is that Heather does not know it herself." She turned to me with angry eyes. "You need to keep Heather away from Renesmee. Do not let them be in the same room alone."

"Why not?" She stared at me, stepping away.

"Because Heather wants to kill your baby."