EDDIE

"Can you come in here please everyone?" my grandfather asked as we walked in the door of our home. We nodded and followed him into the living room. Chantelle gasped when she saw the vampire was still here. I was the closest to her so she immediately hid behind me. I turned around and reached for her.

"Its okay, he won't hurt you," I said. I didn't add onto that that I wasn't sure if he would or not. I wouldn't let him was what I was meant to say. She stepped away from me, narrowing her eyes at the vampire.

"Chantelle. This man's name is Joshua. He's your birth father," my grandpa said. Chantelle gasped and looked closer at him. She took my hand and moved closer to Joshua. I followed her; she obviously wanted me with her.

"Hello sweetheart," he said smiling at her. She flinched.

"You tried to kidnap me," she said.

"No, I came to collect you. I have big plans for you Chantelle."

"What do you mean?" she said.

"I want you to come with me, come meet your brothers and sisters, be with your family," he said seductively. I squeezed on her hand, letting her know I was still here.

"How many?" she asked. I was getting worried, she seemed like she actually wanted to go with him.

"You have seven brothers and four sisters." He said smiling sweetly at her.

"Are they all fully grown?" she asked.

"Most of them, one of your brothers, Jason, is a little bit older than you; he'll be fully grown in a year."

"Where do you live?"

"New York."

"That's far."

"I'll bring you to visit them."

"He's lying," my dad said from behind us. Chantelle turned to look at him.

"Chantelle," Renesmee said painfully. Chantelle turned back to Joshua.

"I… I don't want to go with you," she said, the conversation suddenly turned sour.

"But I'm your father. You will do as I say," he argued. I pulled Chantelle back slightly so she was closer to me instead of him.

"No, you are not my father. He is my father." She said pointing to Emmett. "He was there when I was born, he held me and took care of me as a baby, he picked me up when I fell, he makes me smile when I cry, he plays with me when I'm bored, and he loves me more than anything in this world. You are not my dad, if you were you wouldn't have left me or my mother," She said to him. He sighed.

"You have my DNA, which makes me your father. Those things don't make him in any way your father; he was just making sure you didn't die before I came to claim you."

"'Collect'? Claim? You make me sound like a prize not your daughter. You are not my daddy. Fathers love their daughters, like Edward loves Renesmee, like Emmett loves me! I can't believe that I wanted to find you. I felt so bad for even thinking that I wanted to know who you were. Now I wish I never met you!" She spat at him. I pulled her further back away from him. It wasn't like she could do anything to him but I just didn't want him to have the chance to even touch her. "How did you know where I was?"

"And what she could do?" I added.

"I knew that you would be in this area. This is where I got the woman pregnant… what's her name?" he said looking up, trying to act stupid as he remembered Lauren's name.

"Lauren," Chantelle snarled at him.

"That's it! What a pretty girl. I see you have inherited her looks." He said grinning at Chantelle in a way no father should look at their daughter. I pulled Chantelle even closer to me now, so she was standing at my side, our arms touching as her hand gripped mine.

"Anyway. I came across Caius. One of the Volturi leaders. I was confused as to why he was here, I was scared, I admit. What I do is frowned upon by the Volturi. I heard about poor Joham. They killed him, for his creation of the hybrids. But Caius said he would spare me, if I brought back the other hybrid to him. So that's what I planned to do. I didn't realise how hard it was going to be though."

"And her ability?" I asked. He finally looked up at me.

"And who are you? My daughter seems very attached to you, are you her mate?" he asked.

"No. I just take care of her."

"I am not your daughter! And he's my brother! He loves me unlike you."

"He is not your brother," he scoffed.

"He may not be my brother by blood but he takes care of me, just like a brother should," Chantelle argued.

"Hmm."

"How did you find out about Chantelle's ability?" my grandpa asked.

"I didn't know for certain. I pick my women well. I select them for their talents, their personality, and their beauty. Not all my children have gifts. Except I had a good feeling about this one. The woman was special. I knew our child would be special too," he finally answered. "I knew for certain when that man yesterday was talking to me. The one that looks like you," he said looking at me.

"That man was my father."

"Hmmm. The hybrid the Volturi want looks like you too."

"She's my sister. By relation. We have the same parents," I answered.

"Okay okay. No need to give him ideas." My grandpa said glaring at me. "Joshua, you have heard Chantelle's decision. She wishes to stay with us. I request you leave and never return."

"Such a shame," Joshua said and stood up from the chair he was sitting in. He walked over to Chantelle. I pulled her slightly behind my back.

"It was nice to meet you Chantelle. I am sorry that you do not wish to come with me. I am sad. You are such a special little girl," Joshua said kneeling down to her level.

"Goodbye Joshua," she said. He reached towards her but she took a step further behind me. He looked up at me blocking his way. I glared at him, warning him not to touch her. He sighed and stood up. He didn't say another word, just left the house.

"Why are we letting him go like that?" I asked my grandpa. Chantelle came to the front of me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I hugged her back as I talked to our grandfather.

"Because the Volturi will deal with him. There is no way they will let him live now. He will be hunted down and killed. He failed to complete the task and he was creating an army of hybrids after all."

I nodded. At least he didn't get to live. I looked down to Chantelle still hugging me. I stroked her hair and turned around to see the entire family lining the walls. My uncle Emmett came over to us and knelt down next to Chantelle. She pulled away from me and ran into his arms.

"I love you daddy," she sobbed into his shoulder.

"I love you too princess. You will always be my little girl no matter what," he said, hugging her tightly. She nodded into his shoulder.

"Always," she whispered.

The rest of the day went surprisingly fast. It was late that night and I was lying on my bed reading a book. When I heard someone walk down the hall outside. Chloe was sleeping around in Renesmee's room and Chantelle was in hers. I looked up from my book, concentrating on the foot steps outside. They weren't Renesmee or even Chantelle. I waited and listened to where Chloe was going. She went down the stairs and into the kitchen. I placed my book down on my table and climbed out of my bed. I walked down the stairs; my feet reached the cold floor of the kitchen. Chloe pulled a glass out of the cupboard and used the fridge dispenser to fill it up. I stood by the door out of her view as I watched her. She took a sip of the water and placed her hand on the island, supporting her weight.

"Eddie what are you doing?" my mom asked. I span around to look at her.

"Just watching," I said to her. She nodded her head towards the kitchen; I turned to watch Chloe walking to the door. I moved so I was standing behind it, pulling my mom with me. Chloe walked past us, completely oblivious. My mom and I let out a small laugh. I let my mom go and followed Chloe. She went out to the back yard. She walked out in her dressing gown and slippers. She stood on the patio leaning over as she looked into the forest.

"Hey you," I said as I walked up to her. She turned around and smiled at me.

"Did you follow me out here?" she asked. I smirked.

"Maybe," I said walking right up to her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and she turned back around so she was looking into the forest again. I bent down and rested my head on her shoulder. She sighed and placed her glass down on the railing around the patio. She twisted back around in my arms. She leant back against the railing so she wasn't within centimetres of me. She remained in my arms though; I locked my hands together resting on her lower back. I smiled at her, she was so beautiful. She smiled back.

"What's your favourite colour?" I asked her.

"Purple. Yours?"

"Hmm, blue. What is your favourite food?"

"Fajitas. Yours?" she said, I raised my eyebrows.

"Tied between mountain lion and bear," I grinned. She laughed.

"Sorry forgot."

"That's okay. Favourite movie?"

"Harry potter and the deathly hallows… part 2," I smiled at her.

"Inception. Favourite TV show?"

"Vampire diaries."

"Really?" I asked her, she nodded.

"It's got it all so wrong though." I replied to her, she shrugged, moving slightly closer to me.

"Stefan and Damon are hot," she said and smirked. My smile dropped.

"Are they now?" I asked. She smiled then nodded. "Well I think Elena is hot," I said smiling at her. Her smile dropped.

"You watch it too then?" she asked. I shrugged.

"Occasionally. Renesmee is the one that watches it; I sometimes walk in on it…favourite hobby?"

"Ice skating."

"Really?" I asked. "I didn't know you skated."

"Not professionally, I have lessons every week but I'm not competitive or anything."

"Huh, I really didn't know that about you."

"You do now," she said smiling.

"I'd like to see you skating."

"Maybe you will some day. Favourite time of day?" She asked.

"Day time, that way I get to be with you. What about you?"

"Same," she said smiling at me. She moved closer to me, wrapping her arms around my back and rested her head against my chest.

"Favourite place?" I asked

"Your arms," she whispered. I smiled and kissed her head. Resting my lips to her hair. We didn't say anything else for a few minutes. I just stood there and held her. I pulled back to look at her face, she had her eyes closed and I could feel her legs collapsing under her weight. I supported her and pulled her into my arms. Cradling her, she wrapped her arms around my head, her eyes still closed. I carried her into the house and up the stairs into Renesmee's room. Renesmee was fast asleep in her bed. I walked over to the empty side and placed Chloe down, taking her dressing gown and slippers off. She was wearing shorts and a strappy top. My brain memorised the shape of her body as I put her under the covers. I kissed her head twice then stood up. I looked over to Renesmee sleeping peacefully. I walked over to the door, smiled briefly at the two most important girls in my life then closed the door and made it back into my room.