When I woke, I was still being held by the girl who took me away from him. She was crooning something to me that I couldn't understand. That was when I smelt it; she lifted up a clear container that contained the sweet nectar. I reached forward toward it, as a small part of my mind noted that I now was capable of doing this. She curved her mouth and pushed it to my lips. Without breathing I inhaled the whole container and let out a sigh when it was empty. She made a strange sound that made her body move and looked down at me again.

You're a funny one aren't you? Always smiling

The only thing I knew how to respond with was, as she said, 'a smile'. Obviously impressed with me she held me up into the air. I reached my hand up to her face, just like before and filled my mind with images of the one upstairs and the man with her, I was just about to ask who the dark husky voice was, when I met eyes with him. I couldn't help but stare for what seemed like an eternity into those huge black eyes topped with thick hair. Then he stopped moving forward. And fell down onto the floor I reached out my hand towards him and that was when everything flew into action.

In under a second I was on the other side of the room but now I couldn't see what was going on she had me over her shoulder.

Get out of here you mutt!

I felt a slight pressure on my back as she held me closer. She shuddered and then a hiss escaped her lips.

Rosalie, please let me explain, it's an instinct. What can I do about it?

So her name was Rosalie, just as I thought mine must have been Renesmee as that what everybody seemed to have been calling me by.

NO, SHE'S A BABY YOU MONGREL!

Again we were on the other side of the room in less than a second.

GET OUT NOW!

I could feel warm skin push against my back. Did that mean I was close to him? Deliberately I turned my head towards the heat. Through a veil made of long strands of hair I could see him. It was him. He was here, let me to him. I pressed my hand against her neck and she instantly froze. The picture created was one where He was holding me and I was happy. I dropped my hand from her neck and looked her in the eyes.

Is she alright? What's wrong with her?

No she just has something she wants to show you, I guess it's your head anyway.

A feeling of victory washed over me as they made the swap.

I swear if you hurt her, I will personally rip your head off mongrel...But I suppose Edward is going to do that when he finds out anyway.

He was warm; the fever of his skin matched mine. Where my hand lay I could feel something thumping, I put my hand where the thumping had come from on my chest. The beat of my thrumming was fast and light not slow and steady like his. So who was he? Cautiously I rested my hand against his neck and closed my eyes. He to froze when it happened. Pictures of the one upstairs who I bit, the man with the black eyes who held me and the husky voice. Is that you?

What the hell was that Rosalie?

Did I do something wrong he sounded mad?

What can I say she's gifted? What did she show you?

Bella and Edward then I heard my voice...

She's trying to figure out who you are.

That's was when he turned back to me and looked me in the eye.

My name is Jacob; I loved your momma very mu-

What is it?

They're outside, take Renesmee

That was when he gave me back to Rosalie and I listened as his heart beat faded away from my hearing range. Where was he going?

Don't worry honey, shh go to sleep...

What was sleep? Minutes, hours or days later, I had no idea. But my eyes started getting heavy and they fluttered close.

Carlisle, Carlisle she's waking up!

Bright light flooded my mind as my eyes flew open. The person looking down at me had shoulder-length black hair and smouldering amber eyes , A bright smile pulled across her face.

Hello my dear sweet Renesmee.

I reached my hand up to her neck, instinct taking over. From her reaction I guess she knew about my 'gift' as Rosalie had called it. I asked her who she was as her smile grew bigger.

I'm Esme, your father's mother, your grandma

I reached up to her neck again; placing an image of the man with dark black eyes who took me out of the inside I positioned the word father next to it.

Yes, he's your father you will see him soon sweetling

Tell me more I thought as my hand drop from her cheek.