My family, however 'unique' they may be, are still closer to being normal than any other of our kind. I have a mother and a father, two aunts and two uncles, and two grandparents that are still among us. Presumably they always will be. There is also my extended family, we think of them as cousins. I have a few of them as well. But there is another whose relationship we don't quite have a name for, for a very good reason. Her name is Renesmee, and it is from her DNA that I was created.

I am, therefore, her clone.

But we don't think of it like that. Since the time of my creation she has never thought of me in such a way. To her, I am her sister, and I though I feel such now, like it has always been, it have not always felt like that. To be a sister, even a twin, you have your own story to write. I used to feel like I was simply supposed to be in her shadow, because she was the real person, and I was not. It was a bit depressing, but I never let it stop me from doing other things with my life. As I grew in my first few years, I did all I could to make her happy, because she had lost so much. But according to her, it was 'we' who had lost so much in our short lives. I agreed, if only to make her happy once again.

But I too felt the longing for those we had lost.

More has to be explained, I know. I'll start from the beginning then, from my memories of when I was Renesmee too.

I remember it was cold. Really cold. And I was sad. The memory of when I had to leave is still very dim; it is one of the more depressing moments of my life that I have done all I can to repress. But then fighting broke out, and I was whisked away into the trees. I held onto the furry creature I was on for dear life, knowing that if we could make it far enough away he would take care of me until my family could come for us.

That furry creature was Jacob, and he had always been there. He protected me, and was just as much a part of my family as the others. He ran so fast, so far, that I kept my face in his shaggy fur until he stopped. But it was a long time before he stopped. His heart was racing, just like mine. But we couldn't rest yet, not til we were far enough away that they couldn't track us anymore.

They, though at the time I didn't know, were the Volturi, and they wanted me dead. They thought that I would be a liability to the world my family lived in. Even though I was a child, they didn't care. They didn't see that. All they saw was something that had to be destroyed. But my family wasn't going to let them without a fight. And that was what we were running from: the fight that was going to decide my future. My family laid their existance on the line so that I could live.

That trait seems to have passed on.

But even as far as we had gone, it was not enough to Jacob. I know we had to have covered hundred of miles before he stopped, because we had come from cold weather to very warm. There was sunlight when my head rose from his fur again. I had barely seen the sun in my short life, because we lived in a place where its light hardly came through the clouds. But here I was, and I loved the warmth it gave off.

We traveled a bit more before we came to a small town, where Jacob bought us a new set of clothes with the money he found in the backpack my mother had put on me. In fact, he found a bit more than just money. New IDs, passports and birth certificates, and a strange note that said 'Rio de Janeiro' printed on it. Jacob looked at me then, and then back at the note. "Well, looks like we know where to head Nessie."

It didn't take us long before we were at an airport. I don't remember exactly where, but I do remember that it was somewhere in the middle of California. Jacob had run that far, and on the plane he took a well deserved nap. Well, rather he passed out as soon as we took off. I didn't blame him. I knew that for a long time, it was pure adrenaline that kept him going, running as far from our home as possible.

I knew I should be tired, and eventually I did fall asleep next to him, but when we first took off I did nothing but stare at the ground, wondering where the rest of my family was, and if they were still alive. I wanted to cry, but I held my tears. When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of being with my parents, my father at his piano and my mother and I beside him. The song he played was one he played for my mother often and she loved it.

When I awoke Jacob and I were off the plane and inside a busy airport. He looked down at me and smiled, even though I knew he was sad. He was going to be strong for me. We soon found a hotel to stay in, and then it occured to Jacob that I hadn't eaten in a while. But he was wary of going anywhere outside, I could tell easily that he wasn't too keen on even leaving this room. But both he and I had to eat, and a pizzeria on the first floor of the hotel worked for now. I wasn't used to a diet of pizza and soda, but it worked for the moment.

Yet still, the both of us wanted word from our family. We needed to know if they were okay, but we didn't dare try to contact them. It would have been stupid, because the Volturi were smart and we weren't about to just hand ourselves over. Jacob phased into his wolf form to see if he could contact his pack, but there was nothing. That could have meant a few things. One, we were too far to hear anything. Or two, which we really hoped wasn't the case, they were killed in battle.

Dear God we prayed it wasn't two.

I think Jacob was always thankful that I was so mature for my age, because having to explain this to a little kid would have been so much harder. Those first few nights at the hotel in Rio were rough for us, because we had no idea if our family was okay or if the Volturi were about to catch up to us. We shouldn't have stayed there as long as we did, because we were found.

But not by the Volturi.