My father helped me to my feet and we started walking towards the street. Joham stepped in our path and my dad growled, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me behind him. "You have nothing more to say to her. She's going home where she really belongs. Step aside and let us by."

"She hated you," Joham reminded him.

"But I don't know! I want to go home." I told him.

"If that's what you wish, but remember who you are." He glared at me.

I stepped beside my father, and straightened myself up. "I know exactly who I am. I'm a Cullen." I said proudly.

My dad put his arm across my shoulder and he kissed the top of my head. "You heard the girl." My dad said coldly and placed both his hands on my shoulders to push me forward and away from Joham.

He let us walk away and for that I was grateful. I didn't want to have them fight. Joham did take me in when I needed somewhere to go.

We walked in silence for a while, until I broke it. "Are you mad at me?"

"No, none of this was your fault. You didn't realize. I would have done the same thing--I did do the same thing. I left your mother thinking it was for the better. It nearly got both her and I killed."

"Right," I nodded.

"You and Jacob have some talking to do, though."

I shuddered. As much as I was dying to see Jacob--I was scared out of my mind.

"He's ok. His main worry was making sure you were safe."

"You're sticking up for Jacob?"

"Let's just say I had the chance to see exactly where he was coming from." My dad looked down and winked at me.

"Oh," was all I could say.

"Did you at least enjoy your stay?" He asked me.

I shook my head and placed all my memories of being here inside his head. My dad gasped and growled. "He told you not to use your gift? Don't you ever let anyone tell you that again."

"That's not all," I mumbled and kicked a rock out of my path. I continued to show him my attempt on hunting, which I simply threw in that I needed to hunt before we left.

Again, my dad growled deeply. "He told you to do what!"

"He said for me to use my body…" I trailed off not really wanting to finish that sentence.

"No," My dad shook his head. "You will never have to do that again. I could kill him for telling you that." He said through clenched teeth.

"Don't worry, I wont ever do that again."

"Do… that… again?" My dad stepped in my path making me stop walking. "Are you keeping a memory from me?" He asked nervously.

"Oh! Oh, my, no! I didn't do anything with him. I wasn't even planning on it." I said quickly.

My dad sighed, relieved and we went back to walking.

"Nessie?" The sound of his voice set my heart flying and my head spinning. I held my breath as soon as Jacob stepped into view. He was still a good ten yards away from me, but it seemed further. I needed him in my arms. I needed to smell his scent. My head screamed for me to run towards him, but my heart was still in pain.

"He was hurting just as much as you. He feels horrible for having you find out what he thought of you. Give him a chance to explain just like you gave me. He loves you, kiddo." I stayed frozen in place as I listened to my fathers words. He was right, but he wanted me dead. I understand that my dad wanted the same thing too, but Jacob actually was planning on it. He walked away from my dying mother to kill me. That was until he saw my face. I understood his conversation with me in the hotel. When he hesitated after telling me he walked down the stairs to leave. What he meant to tell me was he was walking down the stairs to kill me. "I will leave you two to talk. I will be over with Jasper and Emmett with Fahima and Daray. Take all the time you need." He kissed my forehead before walking away.

"Renesmee," Jacob walked slowly towards me.

"No!" The tears streamed down my face.

"Please," he begged. "Just hear me out. I won't hurt you. I swear on my life."

I stayed where I was while he walked towards me.

"You didn't want me," I whispered once he was in front of me.

"I didn't know you."

"But you didn't want me."

"That's not how I feel now. I need you, Ness. Without you my life is nothing."

I looked up into his beautiful dark eyes and I was finally found. Everything that I was, everything that I wanted to be--it was in him. My life made sense when he was around. But at the same time he did plan my death. How could I forgive that?

"If I could go back and change it all I would. You need to understand though, something I had no idea about was killing my best friend. A woman I loved so desperately, or so I thought. That love and devotion was all you. Even after you weren't in the room anymore, I felt the pull from you, but as I already told you, I thought it was pulling me away from the house. Away from Bella. The moment I realized it was you that was pulling me in, I knew I would spend the rest of my life protecting you. You took everything I had with you when you left. I was nothing but a body.

"That's funny," I snorted. "I left everything I had with you when I left. There was nothing in me when I got here. I sat in a room for days. I didn't even realize time had passed."

Jacob nodded. "I know what you mean. Please know that I love you with every fiber of my being. I will do absolutely anything you want me to right now. Anything you want, as long as it makes you happy."

I couldn't take the space between us anymore. I needed to have my hands on him to make sure this was real. "Anything?" I asked.

Jacob nodded.

"I want…" I hesitated. As much as I wanted to say it, I was still scared. I was scared that I would wake up and all this be a dream.

"What?" Jacob asked. "What do you want? I will give you anything."

"Hold me," My voice broke through my tears.

Jacob's breath caught and he immediately closed the gap between us. His arms encircled me and I was in his warm embrace. I could feel his body shaking, but it wasn't from his anger. He was crying.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I made a mess out of everything didn't I?"

"No, you just made me realize there is no way possible I can ever live without you."

"It still doesn't change the fact that…" I didn't want to finish the sentence.

Jacob's arms tightened around me. "I will spend the rest of forever making it up to you if I have to. If that's what will make you happy."

"The only thing that will make me happy is if you don't kill me."

"Renesmee, I would take my own life before I even thought of taking yours. Besides, Edward plotted Bella's death when they first met." Jacob pointed out.

"He thirsted for her blood." I nodded.

"Yes," Jacob agreed. "He knew her, saw her face and still wanted to hurt her. I saw your face and my whole world changed."

"I guess I understand." I shrugged.

"C'mon, lets get you home." Jacob dropped his arms and took my hand.

"Wait," I tugged at his arm and he turned back to face me. I threw my arms around his neck and melted against his body as soon as his lips touched mine.

We still had some sorting out to do, but right now I needed him. Jacob seemed to need me just as much. This kiss was not one I have ever experienced before. His hands slid down my arms, down my sides and rested on my hips. He tightened his grip there and held me closer to him. His right hand slid up my back and tangled in my hair, securing my lips against his. I didn't mind.

"Ok, I think we're all made up here." My dad's voice came from behind me. "Jacob, get a grip! She's a child." My dad grabbed my arm and easily pulled me away from him. I tried hiding my heavy breathing but since he was a vampire, it was a little hard.

My dad let Jacob and I walk hand in hand back to Joham's house. I let go of Jacob's hand as soon as I saw my uncles. Fahima and Daray were not around, but I was not really paying attention.

"Uncle Emmett! Uncle Jasper!" I yelled as I ran over to them. I wrapped my arms around both of them at the same time. They hugged me back and I knew this was where I truly belonged. My family did love me.

"Don't do that again! Do you know how upset… your cousin is?" Emmett pushed Jasper aside and scooped me up into my favorite bear hug.

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you." I smiled as he realized I knew he was using Alyssa as an excuse. He was the one that was worried about me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugged and smiled, kissing my cheek.

The rest of the way was centered around me. They all wanted to know what I did here, and how I was able to not kill that innocent boy. My throat burned at the thought. I put the thought into my dad's head and he took my hand. "Let's get your things and we'll get you something to drink before the flight home. Can you wait a little longer?"

"If I can have something to hold me over." I countered.

"Of course." He nodded. "I hear a jaguar. I will bring it to you. Stay with Jacob and your uncles." Before I could protest he was gone and back with a large black cat, limp in his arms. I suddenly didn't care that he killed it for me. His blood smelt too tempting.

"Thanks!" I smiled and my dad dropped it at my feet. Emmett, Jasper, and Jacob continued towards Joham's house to leave me with my snack.

"Wow," I sighed when I was finished. "That's better than mountain lion!"

"Well," my dad scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "I don't know about that, but it's close. Last time we were here your mother had an anaconda." My dad shuddered.

"You let her?"

"Yes, I have to understand that she's actually a vampire and not this innocent, fragile girl anymore."

"Can I--"

"Absolutely not! Now lets go." My dad took my hand and led me towards Joham's house.

"But, I'm still thirsty." I reached up with my free hand and cupped my throat. The burning was barely cooled with the jaguar.

"I know, honey, we'll hunt before the flight. I just want your bag out of that house. I would say just leave it but…" he trailed off and held his hand out--palm up--waiting for me to finish his sentence.

"But I could never leave my clothes behind! I need my boots! Plus… I… took all the money in the cookie jar." I looked down at the ground as we walked.

"Wait, you took it all?"

I nodded.

"Ness, do you realize how much money was in there? What were you thinking traveling with that much money?"

"Survival."

"For who? The entire country?"

I smiled and looked up at him as innocently as I could. "I'm a teenage girl. I have needs you know. That money might be enough to keep this country afloat for a year, but it's enough to keep me satisfied for two… if you're lucky. A girls gotta shop, dad."

"You know, your mother would never say something like that. You're aunt brainwashed you when you were a baby."

I snapped my mouth shut when we reached Joham's house. Jacob had my bag on his shoulder already. Joham was standing outside with Fahima and Daray.

"Oh, I'm going to miss you! You will always be a sister." Daray said as she hugged me.

"Thank you for being a friend when I didn't have any."

"I'm always here, and Mr. Cullen I am terribly sorry for telling her the secret. I didn't realize the mess it would cause you and your family."

"It's all right. We're dealing with it. I will not have you come between my family again. Please know that I will step in and deal with the problem first hand next time."

"Yes, Mr. Cullen. I understand."

Joham went to place his hand on her shoulder to stop her from talking, but she swatted it away.

"It will be forgotten." My dad nodded. He looked at Joham and his voice turned colder than ice. "I will not have you speak to my daughter again. You have nothing more to say to her. You raise your girls to hunt the way they do, but I raised mine differently. And her powers are a part of who she is, who she comes from. I will not tolerate anyone telling her not to use something that is a part of her. Which reminds me, has the Volturi talked to you about the new race you're starting?"

Joham gasped and pulled both Fahima and Daray behind him. "No," he whispered.

"Well, I suppose they will. They never go back on their word, and when they found out about my daughter they wanted to come looking for you. See That's the difference between your fathering and mine. Your daughters were conceived for experiment purposes. My daughter was conceived through love. And that was how she was raised. You raise your daughters to be who you want them to be, and my wife and I will raise ours to be who she wants to be." My dad turned his back on Joham and slid his arm around my waist. Jacob reached for my hand and I squeezed it.

"Home?" He asked me.

"Home," I sighed.