Disclaimer: I do not own the song or Twilight. Credit for the song goes to Taylor Swift. Credit for Twilight goes to Stephanie Meyer. Credit for choosing this song goes to Anna Louisa.

Author's Note: If you enjoyed I Knew You Were Trouble then you'll probably enjoy this too. It took me a while to understand the lyrics but once I realized I was hearing mostly similes and metaphors it was easier to figure out. Let me know what you guys think. A big thanks to Anna Louisa. This was a fun little challenge for me but you chose the perfect song for this story. Lyrics are removed to abide by site rules.

Flashback

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Alec's POV

I sat in my room with my daughter sound asleep in my lap. She looked so much like her mother. It was times like this I wished I could have obeyed my master without leaving Renesmee. It was too easy to fool her but now I realize it was easy because the biggest part of my lie, the part where I said I love her, was more like the truth. Our love developed fast and while my orders were to leave with the baby as soon as possible, my heart told me I had ended it too soon.

It was too late to go back and undo my pain. I couldn't choose not to love her and I knew the pain of my betrayal was a hundred times worse on her. Then again could it really be worse for her when knowing I had caused her pain only made me feel even more bad about myself.

I held Alexandra in my arms as I left. One last look at Renesmee sleeping in our bed had me resenting Aro for making me do this. Having lived over a thousand years believing I could never sire a child I understood the longing for that bond when there was no one to bond with. Of course in that moment the memory of the longing made me realize one thing. Taking a child from her loving mother was just plain wrong. I left with a heavy heart that night, not because of my orders but because I feared what Aro would do to Renesmee and Alexandra if I didn't.

As I arrived home with Alexandra I was faced with the reality that I was alone here in my pain. Alexandra's eyes showed only understanding. I would have felt better if she had given me a hurt or angry look. At least that punishment from her would have been better than wallowing in my grief. I knew why she was okay with it though. My thoughts gave me away. I was protecting her and her mother.

It was becoming apparent that I would never escape what I had done. There were times I wished I could forget about Renesmee and occasionally I succeeded…until five minutes later when my daughter insisted on being near me and I suddenly could not stop thinking about Renesmee. I had hoped that once she read my thoughts she would realize I couldn't stand thinking of Renesmee and leave me alone. Aro was content to raise her but she still gravitated towards me. Now don't get me wrong. I love my daughter but her presence was painful to bear with the memories it brought back.

We sat at the same table in the library. I was helping her study for midterms. Normally it was easy to concentrate on bookwork but I kept getting distracted by her hair, or her eyes, or her smile. I told myself it was just for the mission but my heart knew I was falling for her.

I held her in my arms and she smiled up at me. Once I had assured her I meant no harm she seemed content with my mist keeping us hidden from the rest of the world. It was all I really wanted. To be accepted rather than feared. That's why I loved my sister and masters. Only they did not fear my power. I held her even closer and she moved with me. I had to act confident no matter how unsure I was right now. She was probably nervous enough as it was without learning that this was my first time too.

We had a basic routine by now. I would wait out the night reading books while she slept. When she woke I'd cover up as much of my skin as possible and we'd head to the café so she could eat. We'd go to our classes then back to the café for lunch. Then we'd go to the library to do homework and study until she needed dinner. On weekends I would head to the city after sunset to feed.

"You should come with me Ness. Plenty of blood in the city," I had been trying for weeks to convince her to try human blood.

"No Alec. I'm just going to hunt for some elk in the woods," she insisted.

"You sure? There could be another bear in those woods," I decided to try the 'I'm worried about your safety' approach.

"That only happened once," she put her jacket on.

"It could happen again and you're lucky I was there last time," I reminded her.

"Alec, tasty as human blood sounds I just can't kill a human," she gave me her best 'you should know this by now' look.

"Even if the human was about to die anyway," I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by that," she looked confused.

"I'll do the killing. All you have to do is drink. I usually kill more than enough to satisfy me anyway. I'll just let you have some of what I was going to take," I suggested.

She gave me a skeptical look, "You would share your prey with me?"

I nodded, "Of course."

Still skeptically, "Isn't that dangerous?"

I shook my head, "Not for biological siblings relatives and mated pairs…We are a mated pair aren't we Ness," I gave her a vulnerable look to imitate fear of rejection. It wasn't until now that I was back home in Volterra that I knew I did fear that she would reject me that night.

She nodded, "Yes Alec, if that's what you really want."

I smiled, "It's what I want but you have to answer me the ultimate question," I held my hand out for her, "Will you hunt with me, my love?"

She hesitated and took my hand with a shy smile. I smiled back.

She had been pregnant for five months. I had given up on figuring out a correct vocal response to her claiming she was fat. Anything I said made her more upset and led to more arguments. Apparently pregnancy hormones took every little detail that irritated her and brought it all to the surface. Who knew that women had it in them to be so unreasonable that the only way to end the fight on a good note was to reassure her by making love to her. Of course two hours later she would bring that up and insist that it was only to shut her up. No words helped with that either.

It was the Halloween ball that one of the rich local students was hosting at her mansion. Renesmee was a witch and I had settled for dressing as Light Yagami from Death Note when she insisted I could not go as a vampire as it defeated the point of Halloween. I thought she should go as Misa Amane but she reminded me that Light wasn't particular about his women as long as they served his purpose. We were slow dancing and I found myself wishing I never had to let her go.

"Alec You're moping again," Jane spoke sounding genuinely worried.

I looked at her in confusion, "How could you tell?"

She tilted her head to the side, "You're beginning to resemble Marcus."

I looked over at our depressed master and mentally shuttered.

We were just like her parents according to her. Most of our time during daylight on weekends was spent in a meadow in the mountains where no human bothered to look. Sometimes we made love and others we talked or just laid there enjoying each other's presence. I lay there with her in my arms on this particular Saturday afternoon. She still had tear stains on her cheeks from the phone call to her parents this morning. They apparently weren't happy that she was carrying my child. She was asleep now. Her skin shone with a soft glimmer, and inherited prism effect that was so barely visible to humans that they passed it off as beauty. The sundress she wore complemented her perfectly and gently hugged the small bump where our child was growing.

Those days were gone now. I would never get a chance to be with her like that again. Here in the Volturi palace we lived in the shadows. After knowing the peace and joy brought on by the sun I loathed this never-ending night. I missed the day almost as much as I missed my mate.

Alexandra ran up to me and jumped into my lap. Her hair only slightly darker than Renesmee's the four year old smiled as an image of her mother flashed though my mind.

"You know I love you right," I asked, hoping my voice would cover my thoughts. Why must she constantly remind me of Renesmee? I just want to forget.

"I know that Daddy. You love Mommy too. That's why I can't let you forget," she replied.

I sighed. My attempts to shield my thoughts were pathetic. She nodded her agreement. I raised my eyebrow at her, "Could you at least let me voice my thoughts before answering them?"

She shrugged, "Sorry, you don't talk much."

I was sitting in the living room on the small couch of the apartment we were renting near the college reading a book to pass the time when Renesmee came rushing out of the bathroom, her hair soaking wet, in a robe and sat down next to me with an excited look on her face.

"Give me your hand," she demanded.

Not feeling up for another argument I set the book down and offered my hand, which she pressed against the bump concealing our four month old baby. I felt a little bump against my palm and smiled, sharing in Renesmee's joy as our little one moved around in it's little safe home.

"He's strong. Just like his daddy," she smiled at me.

I took the complement and kissed her before laying down on the couch with my head by our baby and both hands on the bump so I could feel the occasional movement of our child. Nessie's hands covered mine as she fell asleep, content that I would keep them both safe.

I helped her through the door and onto the bed in the dorm rooms. She giggled a little as she stumbled. This was her first time drinking from humans and apparently the drugs in the prostitutes systems had an effect on her. I would have to choose my prey more carefully from now on when she was with me. I remover her shoes and tucked her into bed, gently encouraging her to sleep.

I tried to push my thoughts aside and learn to ignore Alexandra's resemblance to Renesmee. I needed to let this go. I've been without a mate this long. I don't need one now.

She woke up and looked around clutching her head, "What happened?"

I moved to her side and handed her a Tylenol, "The drugs in the blood effected you. I'm sorry. I had no idea that was going to happen."

She nodded, dry swallowing the pill, "It's okay. We'll just have to stick to hunting sober people."

I smiled, "You'll come hunting with me again?"

She nodded, "Of course I will. I love you," she said it for the first time.

I held a hand out to her, "Shall we go get some coffee for that hangover?"

She shook her head and grabbed my hand, pulling me onto the bed with her, "You're my coffee."

I let her pull me on top of her as she led me into our first time making love.

My heart lurched as once again my attempts to forget her failed. The words echoed in my head over and over, 'I love you'.

It was raining as I walked to the airport to return to Volterra. I had to resist the urge to turn back. My heart screamed that I could go back to the apartment and be in bed holding my mate before she woke and realized I was gone. Pushing the thought away I kept going. Unsure of my daughter's anatomy I hunched over to shield her from the rain and kept the blanket tucked tightly around her to keep her warm.

"Someday it will be time to stop. You torment yourself for taking me from Mommy. She will forgive you if she knows how truly repentant you are," Alexandra said to me one day as I watched her reading in the library.

I raised an eyebrow at her. Chronologically and physically she was four years old but she was learning too fast for my comfort. How could a child her age know words like repentant and torment? I replied to her attempts at giving me false hope accordingly, "That isn't going to happen. She'll never trust me after I took you from her."

"She might," Alexandra closed the book and stood, "If Grandfather and Uncle Jasper are there when you ask her forgiveness," she walked out of the room, ending the conversation effectively.

We jumped across rooftops, hunting for food when it happened. She stopped and I turned to look at her a moment later when I realized she wasn't next to me.

"What's wrong," I asked.

She had her hands protectively holding her baby bump as she answered me, "We have to go back."

I leapt across the ten yards between us, "Why?"

"My water just broke," she looked scared.

I nodded and brought her with me to the hospital. Luckily the pregnancy imitated that of a human so closely that the doctors didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

I lost my ability to hold back the need to cry as the pain in my chest doubled. I wanted her. Finally I gave in to the need. My tearless sobs filled the room as I longed for my beloved mate to forgive me.

My cries woke my ten year old daughter. She read my thoughts and placed a hand on my cheek so I would look at her. She smiled her encouragement, "It's time Father."

I nodded, "You're right. It's time."

Renesmee's POV

The doorbell rang as I woke up. I looked at my father and he nodded at the door to indicate that I should answer it. I went to the door and opened it. To my surprise Alec stood there with a young girl who looked a lot like me. She seemed happy but he looked scared.

"Alec," I asked in shock.

He opened his mouth to talk but closed it taking a nervous step back.

"May we come in please Mommy," the girl said in a perky voice.

AN: Okay. Let me know what you all thought about that and what you think will happen next. I am considering using Listen to Your Heart by Roxette for the next one.