I froze when the boys hands wrapped around my waist. He thought I was attracted to him. He had a life, friends, family, and I was going to be the one to end it all. But I was so hungry… so thirsty.

"You smell very pretty," the boy sighed deeply. "I never think a pretty lady like you will like me."

"Please," I whispered. "Don't talk." I pressed my index finger against his lips and he shuddered under my touch. Hearing his voice was making the process even more difficult.

Someone behind me cleared their throat. I knew who it was, so I didn't have to turn around. I was making Joham impatient. I was making myself impatient. I had to get over this hump. This was nothing to any other vampire. The Cullens were some of the few that chose to live differently. This wasn't something I was doing wrong. I was a vampire who thirsted for blood. Joham cleared his throat once more.

"Get over here!" He hissed too low for the boy to hear.

"Excuse me, I think I forgot something," I leaned in, despite my burning throat, and brushed my lips against his jaw. The thought alone made me sick to my stomach, but I knew I needed him to stay where he was.

"Yes, I wait." He was struggling to keep his voice steady.

I stepped away from him and walked over towards Joham. Fahima and Daray weren't with him. They were probably still out feeding. Joham reached out and grabbed my upper arms. "What the hell are you waiting for?"

"I'm sorry, I'm new at this! Give me some time!" I snapped. I wasn't used to being pressed to do something.

"Well I need to hunt, so unless you want me to feed off of him and you can go home without drinking--"

"Alright," I hissed. "I'll do it!"

"Tonight," He growled.

I growled back.

His hands tightened around my arms. "Don't give me no lip young lady. I took you in, remember that."

"Sorry," I whispered. He pushed me towards the boy once again.

I had too much rage inside me right now to take my time. I needed the kill. I stormed towards the boy and he backed himself against the tree. His hands raised to defend himself.

I pulled my lips up over my teeth and went in for the pulsing vein in his neck.

"No!" I heard someone growl. Strong arms locked around me and we were tumbling to the ground. "Get out of here!" He yelled and I saw my prey run back towards the crowds.

"Get off of me!" I grumbled.

"Renesmee, you don't want to do this!"

"Edward?" I turned to see the man who wanted me dead, now kneeling over me--pinning me to the ground.

"Let me go!" I screamed. The tears automatically flowing.

"No, I wont let you do something you are going to regret."

"I don't belong to you anymore! Let go of me!" Where was Joham? Why wasn't he stopping him? Why didn't he warn me that he was coming?

"You do belong to me. I'm your--"

"You're not my father! Go back home where you belong."

"Let my daughter go." I heard Joham's voice.

Edward looked away from me and narrowed his eyes at Joham. "You're daughter?" He hissed and stood up, letting me go.

"Yes, she's mine now."

"You are not her father!" Edward yelled. I noticed Jasper crouched to spring if Joham made a move, but I didn't see anyone else around--not that I was looking for anyone. I stayed on the ground, but scooted out of the way.

"She came to me. She belongs here! She said so herself!" Joham yelled.

"You know nothing about her! What's her favorite food? What was the only thing her mother would eat when she was pregnant for her? What was her favorite bedtime story? Were you there to pick her up when she would fall? How about to comfort her whenever she was scared of something? Were you the one she looked at when she said, 'Dad' for the first time? I don't recall you running into her room when she called out for me when she had a bad dream! She's mine!" Edward's face turned pure evil. They were both snarling fiercely at each other. Jasper moved so he was standing between me and them.

"None of that matters!" Joham yelled. "You wanted her dead from the beginning! What kind of father would want that for their own child? You're supposed to love your children no matter what."

Edward let out a growl I have never heard before. It sounded like a lions growl as he prepared for a battle. Within seconds he lunged for Joham.

"No!" I yelled. "Stop it!" I brought my hands up to cover my eyes, but Jasper stepped in.

"Edward," Jasper quickly leaned forward and they both seemed to calm down. "There is something a little more important," he looked down at me and I quickly wiped the new tears away. "She's terrified." He threw me an apologetic glance before turning his attention back to Edward.

Joham started to walk towards me, but Edward pushed him out of the way. "You keep your hands off my kid," he snarled.

I scrambled to my feet when I saw Edward walking towards me. "No," I gasped. "Please!" I backed up to get away from him. "Just leave me alone!" I sobbed.

"I can't do that." He said calmly.

"Jasper, go over and help Emmett and Jacob with the sisters."

"Ja-Jacob's here?" I stumbled forward when the hole in my chest ripped open. Edward reached out to help me, but I ducked around his arms. "I said leave me alone!"

"Renesmee," Edward started, but I cut him off.

"It's Nessie! Renesmee no longer exists. You wanted her dead, right? Well she is. There no longer is a Renesmee Cullen!"

"Yes there is," Edward stepped towards me again. "She's standing in front of me."

"No," I growled. "You wanted me dead!" I stepped forward and pushed him. He didn't budge. I tried again, the angrier I got the more I swung, and the faster the tears fell. He let me scream and punch until I was tired. My knees gave out and he caught my elbows. "You wanted me dead," I whispered again. My punches turned into weak slaps. My entire body felt like my bones had turned to JELLO. He let me slump to the ground, but he kept his arms around me.

"I didn't know you. I was scared of you. Of who you would be. You were hurting your mother. She wasn't strong enough to carry you. I swear Renesmee, if I knew exactly how amazing you would be, how much you would remind me of your mother, I would have never thought like that. You must understand, though. The moment I had you in my arms, when I saw that you were this beautiful baby girl, I loved you. Then when I sat and waited for your mother to wake up, you sat with me sometimes--when you missed her most. While we waited, together, you were this tiny little thing that curled so perfectly into my arms. I loved you even more. You're an amazing creature and I would give up my own life for you. Right here, right now. I would do it. It's already killing me inside that you hate me so much." Edward shifted me so I was curled into him. This time I let him.

In all honestly, if I was in his shoes, I probably would have done the same thing. I was stupid for overreacting like I did. I should have talked to them before. The pain in his eyes was one that I already knew. He showed that look when he waited for my mom to wake up after I was born. Then again when he came for me after the Volturi took me. I noticed the pained look when Loretta still had my mom and Carlisle was fixing my wounds. I reached up and took his face in my hands--the way I used to share my thoughts with him. I remembered all the times he had this exact look in his eyes. The look of loss--of regret. I let him know I understood the feeling.

"You know," he sighed and placed his hands over mine--keeping them where they were. "Your mother has been trying to tell me this for years, but I never believed her," he held me tighter against his chest and I felt him kiss the top of my head. "She always told me I would go to heaven when it was time for me to… do whatever it is vampires do…"

"What's your point, dad?" I sighed, relieved. I couldn't believe how good it felt to say that. To be able to call him, dad. The smile on his face told me he liked it too.

"My point is, I never believed in heaven until I looked into your eyes. To watch this amazing little girl grow into a beautiful woman. It was then that I realized there was no possible way I can be destined to hell and create someone who was sent from heaven--someone as special as you."

"You really think that?" I asked.

My dad shook his head. "No, I know that."

"I'm so sorry," I started, but he held me tighter against him.

"Shh… It's all right. We're all right."

"Hey, Dad?" I asked. After a few moments of silence.

"What, Honey."

"Take me home."

The air around us seemed to lighten. I could almost feel the smile that was on his face. "As you wish."

Don't worry guys! Jacob is waiting in the wings. This chapter needed to focus of Renesmee and Edward.