Okay, last chapter! Sorry about the long wait, but I've had all my exams ect. Still got maths tommorow, but I thought this really couldn't wait any longer! This chapter is told from Silver/Lyra's point of view, and it's thirteen years later. In a second, I'll stop rambling, but first I'd just like to say lots of thank you's to elie, who was my first ever review, and has since been very faithful, even reviewing in different launguages to keep it interesting! :D Also obs to Phoebe, Lois and Sadie because they are just awesome. And then just to anyone else who has ever reviewed. You really made my day :D :D :D

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Silver's Point of View

I always loved the fire.

I loved the way the red hot sparks would fly off, glowing bright against the deep black of the night sky. I loved the feel of the burning heat, the perfect contrast to the cold wind coming off the sea.

"Silver?" I glanced up to see my Dad walking towards me. His hands were deep in the pockets of his jeans, his black hair scruffy, leaning defiantly in different directions- as normal. I sighed, and reached up to try to pat it back into place.

"I can cut it for you." I offered.

"No fear!" Dad laughed, backing away with his hands raised. "I saw what you did to that Barbie I got you!"

"Dad!" I flushed at the memory. "I was like eight then! I'm fourteen, now." I grinned, relishing the words.

Dad ran his hand absentmindedly through his hand. "Yeah. Fourteen! You've grown so fast. Well, happy birthday, honey."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Did you enjoy your weekend?"

I nodded. I always did. Every year, on the two days before my birthday, I would come down to spend it with my Dad and his family. I saw him every other day anyway, but Dad always specially put those two days aside from his hectic life being a father to three year old twins Oliver and Tasha, nine year old Scarlett and Cassie, who was twelve, two years younger than me.

Not to mention his duties as the Alpha to the pack of werewolves that still roamed the forests of Forks.

My life had never been exactly normal. I'd been born with a werewolf for a father, and then, when I was only one, my mother and I had gone on the run from a sadistic vampire intent on killing me, therefore torturing my mother in the process. But then she got turned into a vampire herself and found Edward again, so it all turned out okay.

So on one side of the family, I have a set of vampires, and on the other one proper werewolf, and one former one. A pretty interesting life story, I'd say.

"Leah's coming down in a minuet, with the kids." Dad said, interrupting my internal monologue. I loved the way he said my step mother's name. With such love and tenderness burning in his eyes that was almost as strong as the bond that my mother and Edward seemed to share.

"Good." I nodded. "Are the pack coming?"

Dad rolled his eyes. "Course. Do you really think they'd miss the opportunity to embarrass you?"

I frowned. "I guess not."

Dad laughed at my expression, then continued, counting off people on his fingers. "Then there's the leeches," At this point, dad shot me a quick smile to show me he was kidding. He knew I hated it when he called them that. "Along with Bella and Edward, obviously. And isn't Carlisle bringing some friends as well?"

I shrugged, but before I could get any further into a reply, Leah appeared on the beach. She had Ollie balancing on one hip, her other hand held tight onto the back of Tasha's top. Cassie and Scarlett were holding what looked like a massive picnic casket between them. When Scarlett saw me, she raised her hand to wave, dropping her side of the casket. Cassie swore loudly in response, and Leah span around to glare at her.

I felt a broad grin working it's way across my face as they all stumbled closer, Cassie looking suitably abashed.

"Silver!" Leah beamed. "Fourteen!" Jake reached out his arms to catch her in an embrace, but she shoved Ollie at him, and ran to meet me.

"I wouldn't want all my family at my party." Cassie sniffed, looking around, but then she bent down and scooped up Tasha, tickling her round little tummy.

"Look who it is." I heard Dad mutter to Leah. I glanced up to follow the direction of their gaze. Rosalie was just entering the beach, her skirt to short, her heels too high.

I deliberately smirked at Dad, then waved my hand to wave at Rose, but then my attention was distracted as my mum and Edward strolled over.

Mum caught my eye, and her eyes lit up. Less than a second later, she had crossed the beach and had caught me up in her arms, squeezing me tightly.

"Oh Lyra! I missed you!"

"Mum!" I complained. "Why can't you just call me Silver, like everyone else?"

Dad leant past me to peck Mum on the cheek in welcome, then drew back, grinning. "I can remember I was asking you the very same thing the first time we ever had a party here."

I laughed, then raised my arms so that Edward could hug me hello. Beside me, Dad turned to grin at Rosalie. I groaned. I knew what was coming.

"Hey Rose! How do you drown a blonde?"

Rose glowered at him. "Shut it, mongrel."

Dad's grin broadened. "Glue a mirror to the bottom of a lake! D'you get it? Hey, I got another one!"

Mum shook her head. "Shut up, Jake." She smiled, ruffling his hair. "Just shut up."

"We were all thinking it." Edward muttered.

"When's the pack going to be here?" I demanded, squinting at the entrance to the back and bouncing on the balls of my feet.

Dad grinned. "Why? Is there a certain somebody you're looking forward to seeing?"

I flushed beetroot; an unfortunate factor I'd inherited from my mother.

"Possibly starting with an S and ending with a H?" Cassie joined in whole heartedly.

Scarlett's brow furrowed for a moment, then her expression cleared suddenly. "Oh! Seth!"

At that moment, right on cue, Seth strolled down onto the sand. My face went even redder. "Shut up!"

"You like Seth?" Scarlett squealed.

"Scar!" I hissed, grabbing her arm.

A moment later, Seth jogged up to where we were stood, wearing a white t-shirt and shorts; his usual outfit.

"Edward." He nodded in acknowledgment, then turned to grin at me. "Silver!" Then he hooked one arm around my neck and dragged me closer in a hug for a moment, then released me. Beaming, he handed me a present.

My face was burning. "Oh no. You didn't have to…"

Seth groaned. "No! She's turning into Bella!"

"You say that as if it's a bad thing!" Mum said reproachfully.

Seth pretended to consider it for a moment, then laughed. I giggled along too, a little too whole heartedly. I blushed again as he turned to look at me, a smile playing over his lips.

"Where's the rest of the pack?" Leah demanded, tugging Ollie away from Tasha as he tried to eat her hair.

"Coming later." Seth's eyes were still on me. I held his gaze until Dad rolled his eyes and pushed between us noisily.

"Can't we start on the food already?" He complained.

"You're worse than the kids!" Leah sighed, but she pulled open the casket and started laying over flowing plates of food out on a chequered blanket.

Everyone who wasn't a vampire, who just looked at the food with mild looks of disgust on their faces, rushed forwards in a surge. I got knocked closer to Seth. I didn't try to resist.

"Wanna get a plate?" He offered.

I nodded, and he turned away from me almost reluctantly to face the food. I ran my hands through my hair, grinned at my Mum who was watching me, then set off after him, catching onto his hand.

This wasn't the start. And it certainly wasn't the end. It was just life- and I was going to make the most of it.

Just you wait and see.

And that's it! I probs won't start a story on Silver, but I wnated to give her a charactor anyway, because in the books you never really find out that much about Renesmee. REVIEW!! Come on, do it- last time ever!! :P And author alert me!! And check out Unavoidable Love, my other fan fic. Thanksssss! :D