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BPOV

"Bella?!" Angela's voice was full of panic but I couldn't concentrate on anything but the pain I was feeling and the fear I had for my baby.

"Ahhhhh!" No, it's too soon, Angela doesn't know enough…

"Bella, what's going on? What can I do?"

"The baby… he's coming. Ahh! I need to get up to… Carlisle's… Ahh… study!" The pain was piercing, no tearing. It felt like my body was being taken apart.; all of my muscles and joints were being severed from my bones and tendons. I thought I would just burst into pieces at any moment.

"Okay, let's go!" Angela grabbed my arm and draped it over her shoulders and took me up the stairs. I pointed to the door and she helped me inside. I had laid down a large sheet, from Rosalie's bed, a few days ago. I figured it was the best location to go through my transformation with the supplies so close.

Angela must have assumed from the sight that that was what I had planned, so she helped me to lay down on the sheet.

I was clutching my belly, which felt like it would break apart from my body any moment now.

"The syringes! Put them here. Ahhh!" I had laid out two of the syringes on top of the cabinet. I knew it was my only chance, but I needed to wait till the baby was out. After that, I wasn't sure how much time I would have.

"Bella! What can I do?!" There was so much I hadn't told her, but my thoughts were barely lining up at this point.

"Take the… baby when she's out! There's… stuff in the… green room. Angela?!"

"Yeah?!"

"Don't come back into the room, just stay in the house. Ahhh! There's a pitcher in the fridge… it looks gross… but that's for the baby. He needs to eat it." I just hoped that she didn't question the blood too much, most people would…

"Ahhh!"

APOV (Angela)

"Ahhh!" Oh my god, she's going to die. They're both going to die. What am I supposed to do? I don't know what to do!!!

"Bella!?" Her head fell back and her stomach twitched. I had no clue how to help her but I just started to do compressions on her heart. I felt her heartbeat but it was faint. I went to breathe for her but as I was leaning in I saw her mouth full of blood. I tipped her head to the side and watched as the blood poured out. I blew three quick breathes into her mouth and went back to continue the compressions when I saw her stomach.

Her belly was split down the center covered in bloody gore and there was a tiny baby sitting up against the wall of her torso. She was covered in blood, but she was beautiful. Her eyes caught mine and she looked scared and… worried. She looked past me to Bella and I started compressions again. Her heartbeat was barely there and I was panicking.

I looked around for anything to help when I saw the syringes. She never said what they were for but they had to help somehow. I certainly didn't see how they could harm the situation any more than this.

I grabbed on the syringes and shot it right into her left thigh like an epi-pen. After a second, Bella's eyes opened and she coughed up more blood. Then she looked from me to her baby. Her baby girl. Renesmee.

BPOV

I was swimming in the darkness trying to fight my way out. This wasn't part of the plan. I had a job to do! I had a responsibility to my baby!

I felt a pinch followed by a shot of pure fire coursing through my leg. I opened my eyes and coughed up blood to see a scared-to-death Angela holding one of the syringes to my thigh. I looked around; I needed to wait till the baby was out before I took the venom. That was the plan!

That's when my eyes caught it; a little, wonderful baby sitting up in my open belly. I would have passed out from the sight if not for the perfect little girl staring at me. Her eyes were wide with concern.

"It's okay, we'll be okay…" I whispered for her and she smiled but concern still shined in her eyes. "Take her Angela! I'll be fine!" I yelled more forcefully.

Angela picked her up and ran from the room. She must have been terrified. I took the next syringe and plunged it straight into my heart. I had no idea if that place was any better or worse, but instinct took over. In some way, I was hoping it would all be over with that shot. That I would just cease to exist and the pain would end.

But it didn't. And the largest part of me, my heart and soul, begged me to fight back. To fight for her; for my Renesmee. She needed me; she looked so worried and scared watching me go through this pain. I needed to be strong for her.

The fire intensified and spread throughout my entire body. I felt like I was strapped to a pyre. I screamed once, letting everything come out. I will NOT scream again! I swore to myself. I couldn't do that to them. They were scared enough. I needed to protect my baby and Angela from this. They couldn't know this pain.

***

It felt like hours, but it was probably closer to mere minutes. The fire burned every layer of my being and I just wanted to cry out in pain more, but I was determined not to. I could feel my fingers twitching. I needed a distraction so I ran my fingers over my belly; it was still split but the opening felt smaller than I remembered it. I slide my fingers up to my heart and felt the wet stickiness but no indentation from the venom shot.

I slid my fingers back to my stomach and the opening was nearly half the size it was merely a few seconds ago.

It's working. I'm healing. I'm changing.

Reality was beginning to mix with my hallucinations, caused by the pain and fire I was experiencing. I was only sure they were hallucinations because of what they contained.

Edward. He was there talking to me.

"Be strong Bella! Hold on for me, for our daughter! I know it's bad, it's horrendous! I'm so sorry. Please. Just hold on! Please, forgive me for this! I love you."

It was stupid to believe. He told me everything to negate that last statement before he left. But it was all I had, so I listened. I tried to believe. I focused on his voice to get me through it. He followed me though the pain, even into the darkness that I was entering.

APOV

I shut the door to the study and looked into my arms. Bella's baby was staring at me. Every emotion on her face looked out of place on a small child, let alone on a newborn. She was obviously special, but it was more than that. There was some paranormal aspect to these circumstances. Bella was pregnant for maybe four weeks and her daughter looked a few months old already after a few minutes.

Someone here wasn't "normal" and my money was on Edward. His family screamed "not normal." Everyone figured they were just plastic surgery addicts or testing some special drugs that made you gorgeous beyond human expectations.

Apparently, everyone was headed in the wrong direction. It was something mystical. Something otherworldly. Maybe Bella fell in love with an angel…

I walked down the hall, looking for the green room as she called it. I shuddered when I heard Bella scream out but I kept walking. I promised to take care of her daughter and she asked me not to return to that room.

I needed to take care of her baby.

I walked into the first room by the stairs and saw a green bedspread. It had to be it. There was a stack of blankets, sheets, and old clothes on the bed. I figured she didn't have diapers and it appeared I was correct. Some of the sheets could be turned into cloth diapers, I guess. My parents had used them for the twins for a few months before it overwhelmed them and they went straight to disposables.

I walked into the adjoining bathroom to clean Renesmee up. She was still staring up at me but now she looked… tempted; like she wanted to try something but was truly thinking it out. I figured she was just scared. This was traumatic, but I wouldn't think a newborn would recognize that.

I looked down at her. "It's okay little girl, it's okay. You're momma is gonna be fine. She promised me she would be. I'm Angela, I'm gonna take care of you till she's feeling better. Let's clean you up." She had no idea was I was saying but it seemed that my tone relaxed her. She shifted closer to my chest as I walked to the counter top. I pulled a couple of towels from the shower rod and laid them on the counter.

I grabbed a washcloth and laid her down to start rinsing her off. "See, we'll get you cleaned up so you'll be all ready for when your momma comes back. She'll be so excited to see you again, Renesmee." She locked eyes with me and stared. Wow, she's so expressive. Her face was defined, almost like a toddler's. She moved her arms and hands and seemed to point at me and then smiled. I shook my head; too weird, just a coincidence.

I continued to rub the dried blood from her body and then lifted her with one arm under the faucet to rinse her hair out. She shivered at first and then relaxed in my arm again.

She had natural, beautiful curls, but as the water washed the red out, I saw her natural color. Bronze; just like Edward. She certainly did resemble him. "You do look like your parents…"

I wrapped her in a towel and continued to dry her hair. I placed her on the bed and tore one of the sheets to make a more reasonably sized cloth diaper. I wrapped it around her and fastened it with a safety pin that was holding up one of my belt loops. I didn't have time to mend it before I left the house this morning.

I looked through the clothes on the bed. They looked like they were for a person about the size of Alice Cullen. I figured anything was better than letting this poor angel-baby freeze.

I found the smallest shirt I could find which was a red, short-sleeved top probably meant for sleeping or lounging around the house, because of its tight, skimpy fit. I held it over Renesmee as she tried to grab the material. "Well, it's definitely too big, but it looks like your arms and legs will be free in it… What do ya think?"

Again, she seemed to smile at me. Okay, now I'm sure I saw that. I pulled the shirt over her head and tucked her into a blanket.

"There, all clean and cozy…" I picked Renesmee up and cradled her in my arms as I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. She is such a beautiful baby, an angel…

I walked into the kitchen and saw the pantry door open. There was a ton food, mostly soup, but at least it appeared I would be able to eat while I was here.

Crap! Bella said she'd be a few days. What was I supposed to tell my parents? It was Friday and I had been to school before Bella called so that was fine, but a few days without returning home…

I pulled out my cell phone and gently rocked Renesmee in my arms to keep her calm. I hit dial and waited for Mom or Dad to answer.

"Hello?" It was Joshua, great; he brought anything I told him.

"Josh, can you tell Mom and Dad that I'm spending the weekend at Jess'. She's wants to go shopping and I promised I-"

He cut me off before I had a chance to add more back story. "Okay, okay. I'll tell them. I don't care though, I don't need to know your plans." He was getting into that pre-teen annoying stage lately. Yay for me.

"Okay, tell them I got clothes and I'll go to school with Jess on Monday, she needs a ride." My parents couldn't stand Jessica, there was no way they'd call her to check and Jess had already mentioned going to Seattle for the weekend with Lauren.

"Fine, Bye" Joshua hung up before I could respond.

I put my cell phone back in my pocket and looked down at Renesmee. "Well that was easy. Now what can we get for you; you must be hungry. Your mom said something about a pitcher…" I opened up the door and saw two large pitchers containing what looked to be fruit punch. Thick fruit punch…

I pulled one of the pitchers out and looked for a bottle. No diapers, probably no bottles either… I was right but I did find a smaller cup and some straws. This will do I guess.

I turned the pitcher's lid so I could pour and gasped at the smell. That smells like… blood! She wants me to feed her baby blood! Is she insane?!

"Blood?" I whispered as I looked at Renesmee who appeared to be sniffing the air deliberately.

I trusted that Bella knew what she was talking about, but this… Giving blood to her baby… to eat?! Maybe "angel" was wrong. Maybe I was dealing with something else…

Vamp-

No… not a possibility. Right?

I looked to Renesmee, who seemed to be reaching for the pitcher. Maybe? I pushed the thought away and decided that I would continue to follow Bella's instructions; it was her baby after all. I poured about a pint of blood into the small cup and placed a straw into it. Gross. I held the straw to Renesmee lips and she sniffed again and then immediately starting sipping without restraint. Really gross.

A/N: Okay, Renesmee is HERE! It makes me so excited. Lots of you had concerns about Angela being with her (that maybe she'd bite her) and that maybe she'd figure out the whole vampire thing. Hopefully you're getting a bit of that cleared up, but the next chapter should really make it come together.

BTW, Renesmee definitely smells Angela, but she also understands more than your average baby. She knows that Angela is there to take care of her, not for her to feast on. That will be explained more in the next chapter too.

Also, I want to say that it's going to be a little more than four or five chapters before the Cullens meet Renesmee, right now it will happen in about seven or eight chapters. Sorry! But I worked it out last night and created a timeline and it just worked out that way. But you will get to see more of the Cullens before that, I promise!

Thanks again for all the review and favorites. The alerts made me so happy, I decided to update sooner. I haven't started the next chapter and don't plan to till tomorrow, at the soonest, so there probably won't be an update tomorrow. But as you can see I have a problem when it comes to having you all wait for new chapters. Keep reviewing and asking questions if you have them!

~kmwhyte