"Ness, honey that's your third kill." Jacob hissed as I stalked towards my prey.

"Leave her be." I heard my dad tell him.

When I was finished I stood up and wiped my mouth clean. "Done," I sighed. It felt nice to feel full. My throat no longer burned and I was able to concentrate better.

"Good, now we need to meet up with your uncles. The plane leaves in an hour." My dad informed me.

I walked between Jacob and my father deeper into the woods. "Do you want to run, or ride?" My dad asked.

"I'll ride." I yawned. Since I was no longer focused on being hungry I was realizing I was exhausted. Not sleeping for days was sure to takes it's toll sooner or later. My dad turned around and I jumped onto his back. He stayed at Jacob's pace as we made our way towards the airport.

"Hey, dad?" I asked once we were on the place. I had to fight to keep my eyes open.

"Yes?"

"How did you find me?"

"Jacob," My dad smiled over my head at Jacob. "He remembered Nahuel and where he said he came from. I figured it wouldn't hurt to try and find you here. As soon as we got off the plane we could smell your scent. By the time we got here, it was over three days old, so we weren't sure if you were still here or not. Your uncles ran ahead to see if they could pick up a new trail, but Jacob and I followed old trails from Joham. We reached his house and found a new trail of your scent and followed it. That's when I found you with that boy." My dad growled deeply.

I leaned over in my seat and rested my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his arm. "Thank you for stopping me. I don't think I would have ever forgave myself it I went through with it. I was so thirsty, though."

"I know, it's ok. The important thing is that you were stopped."

Jacob reached over and patted my knee reassuringly.

"How long until we get in a real plane? I hate riding coach." I grumbled and slumped back in my seat. I was sitting between my father and Jacob. There was a old guy drooling across from us. It was gross.

"There's my girl," my dad chuckled. "We'll be landing soon and then we're first class the rest of the way home."

"Okay," I sighed and pushed on the seat in front of me. There was no room in this plane! The guy turned in his seat and glared down at me. My dad and Jacob leaned forward at the same time and I giggled. I knew it was immature, but I didn't care. I grinned and waved at him. He took in the look on my dad's face then Jacob's and turned to face forward again.

I was happy once I was in the familiar first class seats. My dad let me sit with Jacob and I curled into his side, not able to fight off sleep.

"Renesmee," Jacob's voice woke me up. I leaned over him to see the familiar city of my home.

"Mom," I whispered.

"Is extremely upset." Jacob said.

"How upset?"

"She didn't come with us because we couldn't get her to leave your room."

"Oh, wow." I took a deep breath and shook my head. "She's never going to forgive me."

"Yes, she will. I know my wife and she's not one to hold grudges for very long. You should know that by now." My dad reached over and patted my shoulder.

I saw her before she saw me. Odd, I know, but I froze in place. My mother was looking at the arrival screen and she was tapping her foot impatiently. Carlisle's hand was on her shoulder as he looked at the screen behind her.

"Mom!" I yelled and pushed between Jacob and my dad. As soon as I called out to her my mom spun on her heels and her eyes immediately fell on me.

"Renesmee!" She cried out and planted her feet as I raced across the baggage claim.

"I'm so, so sorry! I'm beyond sorry! I never meant to hurt you!" I cried.

We were silent for a moment as we took in the others scent. I didn't realize it until now, just how much I missed her scent. And it was obvious that she missed mine too.

"First off," she said and placed her hands on my shoulders, holding me away from her so she could look at me. "Were you hurt?"

"No," I shook my head.

"Ok," my mom breathed. "Second, don't you ever do that to me again!" She yelled.

"I wont, I promise." I said quickly.

"If something is bothering you, you talk to one of us before you run off with a stranger! I don't care if you call up grandpa Swan! You talk to anyone before you skip the country. Understand?"

"Yes," I sniffed.

"And third," she smiled. "I love you." She crushed me against her.

"Love you too, mom."

"And your grounded." She added.

"For what?!" I half shrieked. Wasn't this supposed to be a happy reunion? Haven't I been through enough?

"Oh, I don't know. Stealing, leaving the country…" My mom trailed off with a shrug.

"Ok, I get it. I really am sorry."

"I'm just glad you're home."

"Me too," I sighed.

The ride home was comfortable. The sleep on the plane wasn't enough and I could feel myself dozing off. My mom had called to let my aunts and grandma Esme know I was home safe, but they were going to let me sleep until they saw me. I leaned against my mom in the backseat of the Volvo. It was nice to be back in a real car. I was beginning to realize just how materialistic I actually was. That wasn't my fault though. I couldn't help that I was brought up that way.

I was vaguely aware of being carried up to my room. I could tell by his scent that it was my dad. He laid me on my bed and my mom had taken his place. Her hands moved over me as she stripped me from my clothes and changed me into my favorite sweats. I was more than happy to be in my own bed, to feel the soft cotton of my sheets.

It was still dark when I opened my eyes. I caught a outline of someone sitting at the foot of my bed. I sat up straight ready to scream.

"Calm down, it's just me." My mom whispered.

I relaxed and laid back down. "What are you doing in here?"

"Watching you sleep. Making sure you're really home. I sat in this spot wishing you would walk through your bedroom door, throw your book bag in the corner and sit next to me to tell me about your day." The moonlight reflected off her pale skin as she looked down at her hands. "You never came home." She whispered.

I crawled to the foot of my bed and laid my head on her lap. "Will you ever forgive me?"

"I don't blame you. Not at all. I just wish you would have talked to one of us before you ran off. I guess it bothers me so much because it was what your father did. Instead of him talking to me, he up and left."

"I wasn't exactly living the high life." I mumbled. "As soon as I got there I sat in the corner of my room and days passed without me even realizing it. I wasn't there. I don't remember anything from that time."

I felt my mom's fingers running through my hair. "I know that feeling." She said softly.

"You do?"

"Yes, it took me months to finally realize I was alive after your father…"

"Months?" I repeated.

"I'm glad it didn't take me months to wake up."

"Me too."

I yawned and closed my eyes. "What time is it?" I mumbled.

"You've been sleeping for eighteen hours." She continued to run her fingers through my hair.

"Why am I still tired?"

"Running away takes a lot out of you. Go back to sleep."

"Will you stay in here with me?"

"Of course." She grabbed my comforter and wrapped it around me. I was already half asleep before she could finish covering me. I was only vaguely aware of her hands moving back to my hair.

For those of you who are on the SLDL message board you already know that I am leaving for NY on Tuesday. I will not have time to write, so I am letting all of you know. This way you're not sitting waiting for an update. I will be home Monday December, 28th. So expect an update by Wednesday. I hope everyone has a great holiday! I will be around the boards, so feel I'll probably talk to whoever then!