RENESMEE

I took my mom's hand as we stepped into the house. I heard the screaming and shouting a mile away. We made our way through the house to the basement.

"Why the basement?" I whispered.

"Esme didn't want anything in the house to be destroyed," my dad said.

"Oh," I whispered.

"I don't want Renesmee down there," Jacob said from my side. I turned to look at him. His face was showing no emotion but fear as he stared at only my mom. My mom nodded.

"I agree."

"No! I'm going!" I said and opened the door to the basement. My mom and Jacob ran ahead and caught both my hands. I continued walking and noticed they weren't tugging me back. I slowed down as we reached the bottom of the stairs. My dad, grandfather and brother made their way over to the struggling girl in the middle of the room. My aunts and grandmother were leaning against the wall watching my uncles restrain the feisty fifteen year old.

"What are you?" my grandfather asked her. She hissed at him.

"I'm not telling you," she said, dragging out the 'you'. Only it wasn't her. The voice coming out of the girl wasn't what I was used to in my History lessons. It was deep and controlling… and scary. I took a step behind my mom and Jacob took a protective stand in front of us both.

"Edward?" Carlisle asked.

"I can't read her mind," he answered. "It's blank." My grandpa sighed in frustration.

"I could try," Eddie offered. Both my parents and I all shouted 'No' at the same time. "Why?" he asked.

"I don't want you touching her," my dad said and placed his hand on Eddie's chest and pushed him back when he took a step forward. My brother stumbled but recovered and frowned at my dad.

"Uncle Jasper and Uncle Emmett are," he said.

"We're older that you kid," My uncle Emmett said. My brother scowled at my uncle.

"I think she's immune to all our abilities anyway." My uncle Jasper said. "I can't calm her, Alice couldn't see her, Edward can't read her, and I am guessing Bella can't repel her either."

"So basically we have Renesmee down here only protected by the brute force of us all?" Jacob said.

"Yes," my grandfather said without turning away from Emma.

"Renesmee please go upstairs," Jacob pleaded to me. He stepped behind my mom and dropped to his knees in front of me. "It's causing me pain to have you down here. Please." He said staring into my eyes. He stroked my face. I nodded to him. I could see it on his face, the panic in his eyes. I knew it was the imprint causing him this panic and I wanted to soothe it in anyway I could.

"Okay," I whispered. As soon as I spoke Emma screamed and hissed wildly. Jacob turned and pulled me into his back. I wrapped my arms around his waist and dug my face into him. Jacob slowly backed towards the wall, he was shaking, not out of fear but from his genes. It was his body's way of telling him to phase so he could protect me the best way he could. Emma was moving furiously in Emmett and Jasper's grasp. I could see their grip slipping, I cringed into Jacob waiting for the contact. My grandfather, dad and brother saw it too. They all grabbed onto her so she couldn't run over to me.

"Get Renesmee out!" my Aunt Rose called and shot over to Emma. Emma was screaming furiously. I cringed away from the sound and let go of Jacob to run up the stairs. I had an overwhelming urge to cry. Jacob followed after me. He caught me in his arms when I finally let the tears fall over.

"W-what is it?" I stuttered. "Why did it react to my voice?"

"I don't know Ness. I don't know," Jacob comforted me. He wasn't shaking anymore as he rocked me in his lap. Moments later my mom came rushing up and knelt down in front of us. She reached out and stroked my cheek.

"I need to know what you remember. What happened before we got there Nessie?" she asked. I explained all the events up to when Jacob turned up, and then Jacob took over and explained his experience with Emma. My mom nodded as if what we told her was confirming her thoughts. "Thank you," she said to both of us and kissed each of our heads in turn. She went to walk back down stairs but Jacob caught her wrist.

"Don't go back down there, stay with us. Please." He begged her. She looked torn as she stared into Jacob's eyes. "I don't want you down there," he whispered. She unclasped his hand from her wrist.

"I'll be fine Jake, I'm a vampire now remember?" she said and smiled at him. Jacob sighed as she ran back into the basement. The look on his face was the same look he had when I went down there. I felt a stab of jealousy but I ignored it. My mom was Jake's best friend, that's why he didn't want her to go down there, I assured myself, Jake was mine right? I was his 'soul mate'. I continued to think too much into my mom and Jacob as I rested my head on Jake's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me so he was cradling me like a baby and then carried me into the living room. He placed me on the couch and then sat next to me. I didn't like the fact he wasn't holding me so I crawled onto his lap and snuggled my face into his shoulder. I was embarrassed by doing this, after all I knew he thought I had a crush on him but I felt safer with him nearer to me. I needed his arms around me, protecting me. I would have guessed he felt better to have me on his lap too but I wasn't sure on what the 'imprinter' felt in our situation. He secured his arms around me and kissed my head. I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu from when I was younger. I often used to just crawl up on Jacob's lap and fall asleep, or he would hug me for hours, never seeming to get bored. As I hit my teen years it didn't seem as appropriate, I wondered when exactly that had changed for me. Why did Jacob and I have awkward situations like that? Was it purely because I had hit puberty that he changed towards me?

After I thought about it a little longer I realised I actually missed my childhood. Playing on the huge area Jacob had helped build just for me, sleeping on Jacob's lap, being able to fit exactly in his arms. I even remembered parts of my very early childhood when I would sleep with my chest against Jacob's; barely covering him, I also remembered him showing me that his hand was the size of my torso. That was one of my earliest memories, only second to seeing my broken human mother after giving birth to me. It was when my mom was still changing, I was just with Jacob in the living room of our old house and he was trying to keep me occupied whilst my mom was asleep. I was so small back then; did Jacob ever wish I was that size again?

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered. The room was mostly quiet. Every now and then we'd hear a shout or a scream from downstairs. I'd flinch and Jacob would stroke my back.

"Memories," I whispered.

"Show me," he replied. I lifted my hand and placed it perfectly on his left cheek. I played over my childhood memories, showed him how much I loved playing with him, how happy I used to be. I missed all the bad memories out: The Volturi, being kidnapped and the death of Lauren. When I finished I just added a thank you. He rested his head on mine.

"You're welcome," he laughed. I smiled and lifted my head.

"What is going to happen to Emma?" I asked. He looked into my eyes before he answered.

"I don't know," he whispered. I rested my head back on Jacob's shoulder. I felt time slip away and I hadn't realised how exhausted I was until I found myself slowly falling asleep into the land of nightmares.