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Prologue:

Renesmee's POV:

"ARRGGH!" Mum was screaming, her face covered in blood, Dad was holding me. His topaz eyes glistening with disbelief.

"Give her to me!" I was immediately handed over to my wounded mother, who was lying on the hospital bed, in Grandpa's study. Her pale lips turned up at the sides, smiling at her little monster baby.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Dad smiled at her.

"Yes, Renesmee," Mum pulled me towards her and hugged me, very tightly. Suddenly I was snatched away and I started screaming, Mum crying with her arms out stretched towards me.

"Rosalie, take her." Dad demanded and Auntie Rose took me, she took me into the sitting room. She was playing with me, telling me all the nice things she thought I was going to get. How I was certainly NOT a monster. Auntie Rose had always been there for me, supporting mum when I was just a bump. Though I don't know why, dad would have, wouldn't he?

It was there that my darling Jacob came in, he was dressed in a simple checked shirt, walking briskly towards me and Rose. I don't know why he didn't look happy to see me. In fact he was giving me daggers, I don't know why, but then he stopped, and everything goes black...

Chapter 1:

Renesmee's POV:

That's everything I could ever remember, seeing Jacob is the last thing I remember, actually, no that's a lie, I remember seeing clouds, and it was like I was soaring in the air, I don't know why though. Its like there was no gravity there whatsoever.

"Nessie!" Finished dreaming yet?" Mum opened the door. I was still in my autograph pjs, pink top and stripy white and green bottoms. I got them for Christmas from Grandpa Carlisle, I don't think Aunt Alice really approved of them though.

"Mum?" I asked her, she was sorting through my chest of drawers and wardrobe trying to find something for me to wear. It was Grandma Esme's birthday today and we were having a party.

"Yes darling," Mum turned to look at me. I always envied Mum, she has the nicest hair which always behaves, mine is like a lion's mane, you spend half an hour trying to get the brush through the first layer!

"Will Aunt Rose be at breakfast?" I wanted to ask her why she said she was the only one who supported Mum, as she said in my memory.

"I think so, why sausage?" She went back to looking through my chest of drawers.

"I just wanted to ask her something, that's all, don't worry Mum." I tried to smile my very convincing smile. I wasn't sure if she had bought it, but I would have to worry about that later, now I had to talk to my Aunt.

I walked into Grandma's kitchen, the lovely smell of pancakes wafted into my nostrils. Yummy, obviously they were for me, no one else apart for me and Jake ate, unless Jake was here too.

With that thought in mind I started looking around the kitchen, and I was right. In the corner of the room a big muscly teen was smiling at me, his white teeth sparkling in the sun light. As soon as he saw me, he ran over and swung me round and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Jake, have you seen Rose?" I looked into his dark brown eyes and knew that he liked me more than just a friend.

"No, I haven't seen Blondie," Apparently Jake used to hate Aunt Rose, but they get on really well now, I wonder why?

"OK," I pulled away from him and walked around the kitchen asking Aunt Alice, Uncle Emmett, Uncle Jasper, Grandpa, Mum and Dad if any of them had seen Aunt Rose.

"Here I am!" Aunt Rosalie beamed at me from the doorway, wearing a beautiful silver sparkling dress which suited her blonde curls perfectly. Looking at her made me feel like my red strapless dress was a piece of scrap clothing found in a dumpster.

"Ahh, Aunt Rose, I've been looking for you, I kind of need to ask you a question."

"OK Nessie, sure you can."

I turned round to see all the rest of my family beaming at me, apart from Grandma who was still upstairs.

"Um, privately if you don't mind." I tried to look as innocent as that could be for a half human/half vampire teenager.

"Course, my room?"

"Perfect." I smiled at her as we made our way up to Aunt Rose's bedroom.

"WOW," I walked in and gazed around the huge room. A massive white double bed stood at the far end of the room, next to an elaborate dressing table showing make up, hair brushes and all the other cosmetic stuff she owned. A few metres along was a massive white door, leading to an even bigger walk-in-wardrobe. Something mum had as well.

"Anyway, Nessie, what did you want to talk to me about?" She sat down on a floral armchair a few metres from the bed.

"Well I had a dream last night,"

"OK, all your dreams are memories, right?"

"No, not all of them Aunt Rose, but this one was."

"Alright, so I'm guessing it has something to do with your past."

"Yes, it does."

"When in your past Nessie?"

"The day I was born, you know,"

"Of course I know, I was there darling!"

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, it was when you were holding me, telling me that you would always be there for me, like you were one of the only people who supported my Mum. What is that supposed to mean? Didn't my dad want me? What about Grandma?"

"Oh sweetie, we all love you, you know. Your dad loved you every minute, so did Grandma."

"Yeah but Aunt Rose you said tha-"

"-Now, what day is tomorrow?"

"It's my birthday." I could tell that Aunt Rose didn't want to talk about my birthday that had happened nearly 14 years ago.

"It is?" She stared at me with utter disbelief. I suddenly thought she had forgotten, but she started laughing and clapped me on the back and said "Of course it is!" You think that I'd forget? Now, lets go down to the kitchen, Grandma Esme is probably down already, you want to wish her a happy birthday, don't you?

"Course I do," I forced a smile as I followed Rose out of the room. No one ever tells me anything. The only one who actually talks to me like I'm not 7 years old is Jake. I'll talk to him tomorrow evening when I get my evening alone with him, finally.

We entered the kitchen and I saw Grandma Esme sitting on a white sofa, grinning at me.

"Morning Nessie, did you sleep well?"

"Grandma!" I ran to her and gave her a hug, smelling her floral scent. "Happy Birthday Grandma!"

She smiled and gave me a kiss on the temple.

"Well we can finally start the celebrations now my little Grand daughter is here!" And she took my hand as Mum and Dad led us through to where Grandma's presents were stacked up in a massive pile on top of another white sofa.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESME!" Everyone shouted.