Chapter 11: Renesmee's POV

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there... If I could reverse time, I would have shown up and changed her..." He said, sobbing dryly. My brother's and I shook our heads, hugging him close.

"No, you don't have to be sorry, you didn't know. It doesn't change a thing. We still love you dad." I heard his breath hitch, and it was like in that moment, our embrace became warmer. After all of the tears, I reached into my bag again, grabbing mom's urn. "Mom... Mom asked us to give this to you. She said... that she wanted you to have her, even if it was in spirit." Dad smiled sadly and took the urn, kissing the lid.

"I love you Bella... I know the perfect place to spread some of her ashes..." Mom had told us of their meadow and dad was right, there would be no better place than their very own, personal heaven on earth. Dad ran to his room quickly. I wasn't there with him, but I could hear everything, which could give me a pretty big picture. He placed mom's urn in the center of his large bookshelf, where there was a window that was used as the backwall for the bookshelf. Because of this it let the in the sun in, letting the sparkles on the glass shine. "There you go my love, now you are able to shine. Tomorrow... I'm going to take you and our children to our meadow. I won't spread all of you in the meadow, just some so you can go there when you please." He said. I smiled, as well as everyone else. When he came down the stairs, he looked at us and ran to us, pulling us into his arms, gently swinging us in a loving circle. "I'm glad, to have this chance... to know that I have pieces of Bella and I with me. I'm happy to have met you. I'm grateful to your mother for having you, I couldn't be happier about the thought and knowledge that I have had children, with the one woman I will ever love... ever." We smiled, tearing up as we hugged him.

"So are we daddy. This is the best day of our lives." All three of us said at the same time. His breath hitched in his throat, making it sound like a lump had swelled in his throat from the overload of warmth in his vampire heart. When he let us go, we all sat down, talking about a bunch of things

"So... what are your hobbies? Anything you three like to do in particular?" Esme asked.

"Well, I like to play video games, play football, soccer, and basketball." Masen said, winking at Uncle Emmet, in his mind he was thinking about facing Emmet on an unlimited lives round. I laughed, seeing how that would go already.

"Well, Just like my brother I like to play video games, but I also enjoy writing song lyrics." He was like dad. Everyone turned to look at me, seeing as it was my turn.

"Hmm... I like to play video games, draw, paint, write; stories and Lyrics; sing, and play the piano... I never had one, but I would always play it in the local instrument store." Dad's eyes brightened up as he gestured a hand towards me, leading me towards a beautiful, black grand piano in the corner of the room. I was shocked that I hadn't seen it earlier. I smiled and ran my hand slowly over the keys. I looked at my father and he offered the piano bench to me. Was this his piano? Dad must have seen the question in my eyes because he smiled.

"This is my piano, one of my pride and joy's when it comes to music... please, would you play something for us?" I blushed and shrugged.

"I don't know... I'm not that good."

"Oh that's a bunch of potluck sis! You play amazingly." I looked at them, sighed and shrugged again, sitting at the piano. Once again I ran my fingers over the keys, closing my eyes when I touched the right first key. With a large breath I began to play Mozart's Piano Sonata 11 in A Major, called "Andante Grazioso." (Such a beautiful song! It so graceful, if you like pianos, I recommend you give it a listen) Once I began playing, all sound and life around my vanished. I was in my own little world. This song in particular was nearly fourteen minutes long. My fingers stroked the keys softly like they were velvet. This song demanded patience and gentle passion, and I gave it all of my might to be what the grand queen of pianos asked of me.

As the end neared, the music became more demanding, asking for a quicker and more playful finish. I ended, taking in a deep breath, with a smile on my face. Afterwards I couldn't help myself and I slowly transitioned into Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, Piano Sonata No. 14. And then into Debussy's Clair de Lune. As I played, I imagined mom, watching and listening to me play as she looked around at other instruments, smiling at me and giving me a huge thumbs up as I played.

I smiled, humming to myself the smooth parts of the song. Smiling but feeling sorrow when I had to open my eyes again. When I did, I saw nothing my smiles on everyone's faces. Dad's face showed the most fascination. "Yep! That's Eddie's kid alright!" Emmet said, a chuckle behind the comment. Dad smiled and walked over, sitting next to me. He began playing... and immediately I knew what this was... it was the lullaby he had written for mom. The only reason I knew this was because mom hummed it to my brothers and I when we couldn't sleep and it did just the trick.

I started tearing up and sniffled once before playing along with him. When we finished, I had cried slowly and periodically throughout the song. Dad turned to me as my brothers came to my side. Dad looked saddened that I had cried, but was confused on why I was crying. "We know that song dad. It's a lullaby you wrote for mom... she hummed it to us when we were little, when we couldn't sleep." Darien said. Dad nodded, pulling me to him.

"I'm sorry honey... I didn't mean to make you cry..." I shook my head.

"No, I'm happy you played it with me... it was so beautiful." I said, wiping my eyes. I smiled and looked back up at him. "Now... why don't we finish our wonderful family conversation?" I suggested and dad nodded, extending a hand to help me off of the bench. When we moved back onto the couch, we were given a moment, and questions were asked again.

"So... When we first met... you said that someone had printed on one of you... what is imprinting exactly?" Grandma Esme asked. I smiled.

"Well... it's something only a member of the Quileute Tribe can have happen to them... When they imprint on someone, it's like fate telling them that they met the person they were destined to be with." I said. Grandpa Carlisle nodded, looking curious.

"Well... which one of you was imprinted on?" My brothers and I looked at each other and in a shy manner, I rose my hand. My father's eyes widened and Alice just smirked. I read dad's mind and it was the exact thoughts that I was sure any protective father would have. He better treat my little girl right! "Who from the tribe imprinted on you?" I smirked.

"Well... Dad, you're not going to like this... but... Jacob Black." Gasps ran through the room and dad's face became an agitated and amused scowl. It was then that My Uncle Emmet and Uncle Jasper couldn't stop themselves from cracking up. I smiled and laughed as well. "He imprinted on me roughly three or four years ago... it was when he had come down to visit mom and us. He made a promise to mom that nothing severe would ever happen until I was over the age of eighteen and okay with it happening..." I said, shyly. Alice smirked even wider.

"Oh the irony Eddie!" Emmet guffawed, holding his stomach as he laughed. To change the subject, Carlisle intervened with another question.

"So, what is it that you hunt?" I smiled.

"Look at our eyes grandpa, we're vegetarians, just like you." Carlisle smiled at hearing grandpa.

"Well, are you thirsty? I know that we are, would you like to come with us." My brothers and I smiled, immediately agreeing to come along. Luckily for us it was still around five o'clock so the sun was still bright and shining. Wish haste we all gathered up outside, running for it as soon as we had the chance. I was fast, but not as fast as my father. The forest here was so vast and thick and beautiful that I felt right at home. As I ran I caught the scent of a grizzly bear, not even a mile from here. I smiled and changed my course towards the bear. I heard my family stop for a moment before following my direction, confused on where I was going until they smelled the bear. As I closer their minds frenzied. Is she going to stop and sneak up? Why isn't she slowing down?! I just smirked and jumped over the brush, right in front of my target. I heard my family move to the trees watching. I might as well make this a fun show.

When the bear growled at me, I simply growled back, instigating him to move forwards. The bear came up on its hind legs and by a pretty sure guess it was six times my size, but I still teased it. Finally when the grizzly had had enough, it charged me and I just braced myself. Before I knew it the bears enormous paw had swung and launched me nearly twenty feet, causing me to break a couple trees and I just laughed as I got up. I heard my dad hiss in a protective way, and I could hear the tree branch begin to bend as he was about to come help me. My brothers stopped him.

"Don't worry about her dad. She does this all the time. She plays with her food. She lets them pound her into the earth, slash at her, throw her, anything that could kill a human, but not kill her. It's apparently really exciting and fun for her. It's quite the show this time." Masen said, almost like he was cheering me on. I could hear Darien's camera rolling, was he seriously doing the video for grandpa, I laughed, my voice sounding like a menacing hive of wasps.

"Is that the best you've got?" I demanded, my voice evil and menacing. I bared my teeth and growled again, running towards the bear. This is where I loved to confuse my meals. Right when he was about to charge again, I hopped up into the tree line, landing on his back. The bear did it's best, trying to crush me, slice me, rip me to shreds, but it found me to be invincible.

I laughed an evil laugh as the bear tried to escape, oh no way. I laughed, running towards it and knocked it down, breaking its neck fast and quick, so it wouldn't feel the pain of me taking all of it's blood. By now I was drenched in mud, bear blood, and covered entirely with blotches of moss. my clothes were ripped, but not in places that would be too embarrassing. "NOW THAT'S MY NIECE!" Uncle Emmet yelled, looking at my bloody appearance. I wasn't in the mode for conversation, next up I smelled mountain lion and the smell was so much more appetizing that anything I had smelled out here. I took off, the wind drying the blood to my lips, chin, and shirt. Once my family realized what I was going after next, only my father followed while the rest of the family continued.

"Now that's my girl." He said, pride in his voice. I smiled and didn't take the time to play, but I was still smashed into the soil This mountain lion was more pissed off than most, seeing as we has just entered a whole group of them. Dad smiled, thinking I had an amazing nose as he devoured some animals blood. The most shocking part to me was that he hadn't made a single drop of blood go to waste. After we downed at least two mountain lions each, we both knew we were full.

On the way back dad was talking with me. "So, Renesmee... would you like, to stay the night at our home. It would be nice to have you all stay tonight, to have a chance to really bond with you all." I smiled and nodded. It sounded like a great idea. After getting back I had called Grandpa Charlie to fill him in on everything and he was alright with it, insisting that dad came with his to come home, so he could talk with him personally. It was later that night, after had all hung out that sleep began to take its toll on me and I was in bed, sobbing. I was crying. I did this every night, letting out my emotions when I couldn't really do so around my brothers. As I was wiping my eyes with a corner of my blanket, my father walked in. "Honey? Are you alright?" I just sobbed even louder. Dad walked closer to me and climbed onto the bed, on top of the blankets, holding me to him. I had yearned for this, for so long I had yearned for this chance to be in his arms, to feel his love. Now that I was feeling it, I never wanted to let it go. "Would you like to talk about it? You can talk to me about anything, I'll listen."

"I just... I don't understand why someone like my mother, someone who had so much to live for, was forced against her will to stop surviving. She was my best friend, she was the person who were there for me, always and now that she's not here I don't know how to respond. Please, dad, why did they take away someone like her. She was a selfless woman, someone who would die just to save someone else, so why was she someone that had to suffer so horribly?" I cried violently in his chest.

"I don't know sweetheart. I'm so sorry you lost her, and I'm sorry I wasn't there when I should have been. I don't understand it either, but I promise you that I will never leave you, ever. I'm here and always will be here. I miss her as well and I feel like such a horrible man for not knowing that something wasn't okay. I'm so sorry sweetheart." He said, sad, but reserved. Was he trying to hold himself together in front of me? His answer to my venting had calmed me slightly and I was breathing at a more normal pace.

It wasn't until my father began to hum a lullaby for me, a graceful and beautiful lullaby, that I had fallen asleep into a long needed rest. Finally it was happening, I was in daddy's arms and I felt safe.

To Be Continued...

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