AN: Wow, it's been six days…sorry about that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Bella POV
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Edward had left Renesmee with me while he attempted to sneak us bags of blood, and it took some effort not to question why they had them in their house in the first place. I was almost positive one of his family members would catch on. This whole thing depended on how well he could convince that person to keep quiet.
And there was the fact that Renesmee was still gasping in pain. I didn't know how this could have possibly come on so quick, but I wanted it to end just as quickly.
Edward returned within minutes, and in his hand was the blood bag. Well actually, bags of blood. I watched as he opened it, and as soon as he did I threw myself back, my hands clutching the wall as I tried to restrain myself from attacking him. I stopped breathing; I stopped moving.
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before pouring the blood into Renesmee's open mouth. She let out a surprised cry before leaning up and holding his arm securely where it was, downing the whole bag in only about a minute. He opened another one and gave her that one too.
I whimpered and closed my eyes, turning my head to the right. Oh, the sight of it! I wanted to have my own bag. I wanted to collapse on the ground and have it fed to me. I…I...I couldn't. I promised I would starve if Renesmee was given blood, and I didn't want to go back on that promise now.
The smell became stronger, and I wondered if I was making it happen unconsciously. I stopped breathing for the second time and opened my eyes. In front of me stood Edward. He held out his hand, and it was then that I noticed why the smell so was so much stronger. He was offering me one of the bags of blood. I met his eyes and asked the one thing going through my mind, "Why?"
He sighed and reached forward, trailing his fingers down the side of my face. I did nothing but watch with wide eyes. I glared then and grabbed the bag of blood before he could take back his offer. "Don't touch me." How dare he! He was holding me and my daughter captive. What made him think it was okay to place his limbs anywhere near me?
He smiled sadly and drew his hand back to his side. It was almost like he knew I was going to react this way but still didn't regret his action. Why? Why was he so attached to us? The only times we had seen him before were in fights and arguments. This made no sense!
His closed his eyes tightly and turned around. Before he disappeared up the stairs, he said, "I wish you'd remember, Bella." Then he was gone and I was left to ponder what he meant. Remember? Remember what exactly?
I didn't contemplate it long though, choosing instead to down the back of blood. I wanted to cry as it touched my lips. Heaven. That's what it was like. A sick demonic heaven, but it was still heaven to me, a vampire. It was like every fear, worry, and negative feeling plaguing me vanished on spot. None of it mattered. I was feeding, and that was all I needed to think about. It was gone all too quickly though, and I was just left wanting more.
"Mother?"
I dropped the bag and spun on my heel. Renesmee was kneeling on the floor, staring up at me with uncertainty. I was at her side in an instant, kneeling as well. "Renesmee, it's fine. I fed too. Nothing to worry about, alright?"
She looked away and muttered, "I guess."
I sighed. There was no breaking through to Ren today. She was just going to have to think about it and get over her violent reaction to starving by herself. As much as I loved her, I knew there was not really any way I could do it for her.
We sat in silence for a long time. I wasn't sure how long exactly, but by the time I came to from my mind's wandering the sun was going down. Was that the first time it had gone down while we had been here? The second? The third? It bothered me that I didn't know. "Ren?"
"What?" Her eyes bored into mine, and the expression was so fierce that I wondered what she was hiding beneath those bronze curls and brown eyes.
Wait. Bronze curls, straight nose, that expression. I had a sudden revelation. Unknowingly I whispered, "Edward."
"Huh?" Renesmee grumbled, staring at me like I had a second head.
I stood up, my thoughts all jumbled together, and instead of something I could make sense of, it was an incoherent mess. My unnecessary breathing sped up, and my body was struck by the oddest shivering I had ever experienced. It wasn't possible. It wasn't. It couldn't be…
I grabbed Renesmee's arm, and in protest she shrieked, "Hey! Let me go, Mother!"
I didn't reply. I tugged her to the stairs, and she stopped resisting as soon as she realized one way or another she was going up the stairs. She preferred not having to be dragged up them. I wasn't even afraid of the Cullens as I opened the door and stepped into their living room.
I met eyes with Edward and strode up to him. I didn't pay attention as the other vampires entered the room. "The rough handling. The comments. All of your secretive stairs. It was for a reason, wasn't it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he murmured, clearly not meaning what he said.
I was still trying to refuse the obvious truth, but I couldn't any longer. It all made perfect sense. Every single part of it. It was the explanation I had been searching for. "Don't kid yourself, Edward. I know the truth now."
Edward tensed up and asked, "And what would that be."
I hesitated for a moment, staring straight into his eyes. "You're Renesmee's father."