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Chapter 1

"You're kidding!" I exclaimed in astonishment.

"I swear I'm not." Leah beamed.

"Really? I mean, really? No jokes?" Claire asked incredulously

"Pinky promise." Suddenly my dad peeked through the doorway. "May I come in?"

"'Course." I answered, and he opened the door all the way to the tent perched in the center of my room, us sitting in front by the fake fire. It was a rainy Friday night, as usual, and my best friends and I had been sadly forced to camp inside the house to avoid being soaked.

"I thought," my dad said, "that perhaps, to add to the effect, I would bring some homemade smores up." We all looked to my father's hands, where he was holding a platter full of smores.

"Sweet! Thanks Mr. Cullen!" Claire said, picking the gram cracker sand which up from where my father had set down the platter. We all then helped ourselves.

"Oh, and dad, guess what? Leah imprinted on someone!" I told my father through a full- mouth. He smiled.

"Good for you!" He said. Leah beamed for the second time since telling us.

"Thanks." Then he left, and both Claire and I pried on this new, juicy information.

"What's his name?"

"Is he hot?"

"How did you meet him?"

"Does he know?"

We both took turns asking questions, more like interrogating, until the picture changed into something else. Leah was finally thinking back on what exactly had happened, saying it out loud so Claire could hear and understand, though I was able to see everything she could just as clearly as Leah. For almost eleven years now I could see the past, and whenever someone had Da` ja' vu or thought back on something, I was able to see their memory, a special talent I had inherited. Leah had been at the supermarket when she saw him. She had passed by him when he looked up and looked at her. She stared on at him, and it wasn't until he finally asked if she need any help that she snapped out of her daze.

"Uh-uh-uh, no, I just- I'm Leah." She had finally blurted out. Leah recounted how relieved she was that he hadn't found her strange or weird, but instead had smiled and said, "I'm Eric." They suddenly clicked then, and talked for nearly an hour in that very spot before they both went to the nearest diner. Apparently, Eric had just moved there and was a logger (very strong, Leah bragged). Leah told him that she had lived there all her life, and then he told her about how he used to live Port Angeles, the city. And so Leah droned on and on about how sweet and kind he was and that they were going on their first date tomorrow.

As Leah was talking though, I suddenly felt queasy. The world around me seemed to spin, and I suddenly forgot where I was at. I saw people, standing where my family always played baseball. It was the pack and my family, and then a few blurry people I couldn't see. It hurt my head to try to see clearly exactly what was going on. That was different. The past never changed, unlike Alice's visions, but yet it seemed as if something was changing. Something was wrong. I felt cold hands on me then, carrying me to my bed where they set me down.

"What-?" I felt confused.

"It's alright, sweetheart." My dad's voice. Then Carlisle's.

"Just lie down Renesmee, you fainted." Fainted? Had I been standing?

"What happened?" A familiar, worried, husky voice suddenly asked in panic. Jacob. Of course he had been prolonging his stay in the house, despite my command for him not to enter inside my bedroom.

"She was perfect a second ago, just listening to Leah, then she stood up and looked around like she was- was lost or something. That's when you came in and she fainted." Claire answered. I tried to sit up, but Carlisle held me down.

"It's OK, Ness, just lay down."

"Why did she faint?" Jake asked Carlisle, rapping his warm hand around mine, and looking down with fearful eyes at me. Carlisle furrowed his brow, looking, too, down at me.

"I don't know." He answered in a concerned voice. I suddenly felt an aching in my forehead. My hand flew up to my head instinctively.

"Nessie? Nessie?! Are you Ok?" My mom asked, and edge of worry and panic in her voice. Her high, melodic voice only worsened my pain. I clutched my head.

"The light!" I covered my eyes. The light was too much and made my eyes hurt, worsening the ache in my head. It was immediately shut off.

"What is wrong, Ness?"

"She's having a migraine." My father answered Esme for me. My head was now a pounding, throbbing pain, and the very sound of anything worsened it. I moaned.

"I think it best if everyone leaves the room. She is most sensitive to sound, I can see. I'll go get some medication." Carlisle said in a low voice, as if that didn't exceed my migraine. I heard then everyone silently exiting my room, but I didn't look up to see. Then I felt the warm fingers rap around mine reluctantly leave. Jacob, No! Don't leave! I felt a pair of footsteps halt.

"She wants you to stay." My father told Jacob in a quieted loathing voice. I could almost feel Jacob's eyes on me then, and then returning back to my side and holding my hand.

Thank you.

Once everyone had left, Carlisle brought me up some morphine. After the throbbing was fairly muted, he asked me the regular doctor questions you would ask of a migraine. I told him that the ache was in my forehead and was bilateral. I knew he was concerned, but would not show it. I had never had a migraine before, and these things were usually repetitive, and I silently feared of the next time this might happen. Then Carlisle left, giving me and Jacob some privacy. He silently stroked my hair, too afraid to speak in fear of worsening my head ache.

After that, there was a huge lapse of time where I left the morphine to deal with my head ache while I groaned in pain. I don't exactly remember how long I had been sitting there, Jacob beside me, but all the while I counted the throbbing pound of my head ache, and then Jacob's heart.

Finally, after most of the pain had exceeded, I asked, "What happened to Claire and Leah after Carlisle told them to leave?" Jacob hesitated, but then answered, "They went back home." I then saw the scene, Claire and Leah asking what was wrong while I was upstairs, and Carlisle telling them he didn't knew, and that it would be best if they went home. They went back home, because of me.

"H-how are you feeling?" Jake stuttered. I could hear the hurt he was feeling. Hurt that I was in pain, and hurt that he could do nothing about it.

"The pain's dulling." A little. I made sure to make my voice reassuring, but to no avail.

"We can get more morphine, you know." He suggested. I was about to shake my head no, but then I remembered about the migraine and instead told him through my own special way. No, Jake, I'm fine. I couldn't see it, but I felt Jacob nod. Would it be OK if I opened my eyes now? I knew the lights were off, but still… I slowly opened my eyes, and through my super-sensory vampire eyes, I saw with perfect clarity my wonderful Jacob. He smiled my favorite smile. I smiled back.

Then, the door opened, making both me and Jake jump. Carlisle, having just entered the room, smiled.

"Sorry if I scared you. I was just checking in." He said, walking toward the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. The headache's nearly gone- or, at least, dulled by the morphine. Sound or- I think- the light isn't so bad anymore."

"That's very good. How about other than the migraine. Queasy, tired?" "Not really queasy, hungry, though, and I am a little tired, but that's only because of the morphine and the fact that I haven't had a descent good night's sleep yet." Carlisle smiled at my being well.

"Well, then, I'll have Esme cook you up something, and Jacob, I'm sure you must be hungry yourself. I'll bring you up something, too. Then, Nessie, as you're doctor, I recommend that you go to sleep."

"Will do." I answered. Then Carlisle left, and I could hear him downstairs asking Esme to cook up one of her famous gourmet dinners.

"Actually, Ness, that would be breakfast, its morning sweetheart." Jacob said, having heard my thoughts like he always did when I carelessly lost control of my ability to keep everyone out of my head. I blushed, taking my hand away.

"You know I don't like it when you do that." I said defiantly. He just laughed and rolled his eyes. Of course, he would do it again, and again, and again, whenever he had the opportunity. Some color from my blush was still leftover on my face when Carlisle re-entered my room, bringing us me and Jacob Esme's famous gourmet breakfasts. Then, he left, once again, from the room, having brought us two plates of omelet's and toast and enough leftover for the entire family to eat- if they could eat human food, of course.

"You know what?" I asked Jake, sitting beside me and stuffing himself with as much food as he possibly could.

"What?" He asked through a full mouth, nearly making me laugh.

"This is the first time you've ever stayed over inside my room over night."

"And last, if you're dad has anything to say about it." I laughed. Ever since almost a year ago when I was just four months away from my seventeenth birthday, technically thirteen years old, when I and Jake had finally realized our love of each other, my father (and mother, for that matter) had been uptight about the rules of the house. I could still remember the day my father had lay down the ground rules, and my own memory seeped in without my control, as my power was no exception to myself.

Jacob and I were sitting on love seat, sitted in the living room of the Cullen's house, while my father sat across from us on the sofa, staring daggers at Jacob.

"First off, "He said, still staring directly at Jacob, who fidgeted at my father's stone cold glare, "No doing anything in the house. No doing anything outside the house. No doing anything period." He finally turned to me, his glare softening just a bit.

"And Nessie, as you know it is very hard for Jacob to say no to what you want, so no tempting him." At that point, Emmet snorted. With the family watching you, it was quite embarrassing having your dad basically say don't seduce your all too willing boyfriend while you're dating. Or even sneaking out, and calling it a friendly gathering.

"Which reminds me…" My dad said, having heard my thoughts. He then dove into all the other basic rules like curfews and always letting them know where we were, when we were, and what we were doing. Then, my memory faded, leaving me still thinking about it. Honestly, sometimes I felt like a puppet, or worse yet, one of those poor chiwauwa or poodles who are forced into preppy clothes and get exactly two cups of kibbles, etcetera.

And speaking of my parents always watching me and what not…

"Jake, where's mom and dad?"

"Huh?" He asked, and then I saw that once again, he was listening to my thoughts.

"Ugh! You're unbelievable!" I said, mock hitting him in the shoulder.

"Aw, come on! Besides, I had no idea you were thinking about that. Honestly, if I had known you were thinking back on that day I would have totally refrained."

"A notably awkward experience." I sighed.

"Hm…"

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, I was just thinking… Where are your parents? I haven't seen them since they left your room, and I thought by now they would come back to check on you… Now that I think about it, I don't remember hearing them downstairs." This information made me jerk up, which I instantly regretted. Jacob saw my pain and held me against his burning hot chest, but I pulled up.

"No, Jake, I can't even hear them now. I can't hear anybody." My voice was panicky. I knew that my family, especially the doctor of the house, Carlisle, would never leave their 'fragile half-human puppet' home alone. Something must have happened, something to draw them out.

"Nessie, you need to rest. You fainted, for goodness sakes! And that morphine will catch up with you! Now get back in bed!" Jake retorted, trying to hold me back.

"You're my imprint, aren't you? I need to go find them! So give me what I want and let go!" The words stung, I could tell. I had never once in my life used Jacob's imprinting on me against him. He let go of my hand, and I quickly grabbed the first clothes that I could find; a pair of holey jeans and a tee- shirt. My hair was still in its two braids as yesterday, and I decided I didn't have enough time to brush out the entire frizz that had gathered. For some odd reason, I knew something bad had happened- I knew it yesterday when I had fainted, and I knew it now as I went searching for me family;

Something big had happened, something bad.

* * * *

I left my daughter's room reluctantly. I hated the fact that she would prefer the dog over her own father and mother. And yet, I had been the one to allow it. Though Renesmee had always been a 'daddy's girl' as everyone said, there was always a distance. After all, from the day she was born she was handed off from her mother to Jacob, and I was just the sideline. Even if I could read her mind with perfect clarity, there would always be some deeper connection that I would never reach- could never reach- that she had found with him. Then I looked at my Bella, filled with worry as I was, walking beside me.

Of course, love. I had nearly forgotten. She looked back at me, and we shared a look a love, the same one that Jacob gave my daughter, before we remembered what was going on. She lifted her mental shield then. Edward, what's wrong with her? Do you think she'll be ok? I'm afraid.

"Renesmee's going to be fine. It's just a migraine. Other girls get those all the time." I told her reassuringly. She smiled, a bit relieved at what I said. I was a good liar. Those had been the exact words I had told Nessie, and yet, what Carlisle had to say about the matter was different. I could still hear the echo of his thoughts; A migraine in a half-vampire? And she fainted? Abnormal. I'll need to run some tests…

I shuddered. When Carlisle had finally noticed me, his thoughts had abruptly changed to what I had told Bella, that it was regular and that she was also human. But something told me that I was not the only good liar in the family.

Down stairs, I heard the cordless phone being dialed, and then a muffled voice from the other line. Of course, we would have to contact Alice and Jasper, who were hunting, and Rose and Emmet who had gone 'hunting' as well, but I had expected and heard the worse. I listened into the conversation between Esme and Alice.

"Alice, I was just calling to tell you that-"She was cut off by Alice.

Esme, listen, we picked up another vampire's scent. I stopped mid-step.

"What?!" An unbelieving Esme asked.

We picked it up outside of town, but we followed it into town.

"Inside town? But-but-"

No one's been murdered yet, Esme, so don't worry. But we have something else to tell you- something important-

"Wait, Alice, let me get Carlisle." Esme interrupted, and I instantly heard Carlisle rush beside her at the sound of his name.

"Edward? Edward!" Bella nearly shouted, bringing my face to hers with both her hands. "What? What is it? What's going on?" She asked in a panicked voice, eyeing our daughter's door.

"No- not that- come on, downstairs." I answered her, and we made our way with inhuman speed down next to Carlisle and Esme. The phone had now been put on speaker.

"We followed the scent into town and then down to La Push. We lost it through the water. When we followed the tracks to where it came from…" Alice rushed through what she had told Esme. She stopped, and we could hear her voice talking to someone else- Jasper.

"Yes- but- oh, aright." She said to Jasper, then to us, "You guys need to come to the clearing; Emmett and Rosalie are already there."

"But we can't, Nessie…" Bella said. At the other end of the line, I heard Alice gasp.

"What Bella? Is Nessie sick? What happened? Tell me!" Now Alice was on the edge of hysteria. I knew we all worried about Renesmee, but it was as if Alice had actually suspected something to happen.

"She fainted and then got a migraine. I brought her some morphine, so she should be ok…" should be. We all caught the very faint doubt. There was silence, then, "Here's Jasper."

"Edward?" Jasper's voice came through the line.

"Jasper! Jasper, what's going on? Do you know what's wrong with Nessie?"

"Chill, Bella, its al-"He hesitated, then said instead, "look, you guys need to come to the clearing. It is of dyer importance that you come."

"What is going on?" I asked then. The word dyer caught my attention.

"I would tell you, but it's important you come-"But Nessie-" Bella argued.

"Bella," Jasper said sternly, "you need to come. Nessie will be fine." His confidence was enough to send relief into both me and Bella, but I still wasn't sure. She couldn't just stay here by herself? Then Carlisle answered my thoughts.

"I'll stay with her." I turned to him in shock.

"If this is about Nessie, then I think you should go. I'll leave as soon as she gets better, and Jacob won't leave her side, so she'll be safe, and if anything happens, you'll be the first to know."

"I'll stay, too." Esme added. Bella stared at them hesitantly, but then looked up at me, waiting my answer.

"I think…" I answered slowly, thinking it all through, "that we should go. Carlisle's right. If this concerns Nessie, then we should know why this is happening." Bella nodded at my words, but I could sense she was hoping for a different answer. And so we left, speeding through the forest, hand-in-hand. All the while I was thinking on what Jasper had said- that it was of dyer importance that they come. What did he mean? I was sure the same thoughts were running through my wife's mind. Could dyer refer to Nessie? Or did it mean all of us, Nessie included. I didn't know. But what I did know was that I would soon find out.

And so, nearly five minutes later, we entered the clearing, and what I saw gave no answers, but questions galore. When I saw the large field, I felt as if I was staring at a mirror. I saw myself, same as always, but when I looked where Bella should have been, I gasped.

There she was, human as ever, staring back at me with chocolate brown eyes.

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