Summary: I idly flopped on my belly. "You know, Renesmee is better at explaining how we exist," I tilted my head to look at the gaping vampires, "but I suppose staring works too. Grandpa says we grow really fast." Apparently, you don't stop being sassy even after you die. Self-insert OC.

Author's Notes: Self-inserts, the bane of the fanfiction realm. Hopefully, I won't be repeating too many cliches in the Twilight Realm. Then again, I haven't read that many Twilight fanfics to know.

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Stephanie Myer. I own nothing except my SI OC.

Prologue

Of everything I thought would happen, it wasn't so bad.

The interesting part about being reborn in a fictional series is how things suddenly become more real. Before, they were just characters from a book, merely words on a page. I felt that characters like Esme and Charlie were two dimensional. They were easy to understand and dismiss as people. Even Isabella and Edward were too easy to understand. Hopeless romantics.

But living with them, being raised by them changed my perspective.

It was easy to dissociate my family from the franchise. While the movies hit key physical characteristics, in reality they looked different. The beauty of vampires is uncapturable by people doned in makeup and special effects. Vampires were eerily beautiful. They were certaintly inhuman, but it was not merely from the pallor of their skin or eyes. It was in the way they moved. They walked like water, moved like silk. Every movement demanded attention. Every part of them was compelling. You can't help but look at them.

I never intended on becoming close to those strangers, merely content with watching the events unfold around me. After all, I knew what was going to happen. What else was I was going to do? A part of me wondered what I would do when the battle was over. What I would do - could do -when the Volturi left the Cullens alone.

Things changed - they changed.

They were creatures of habit, unlikely to alter their ways. To vampires, finding a mate was one of the greatest changes a vampire could undergo. It was deeply personal, one intrinsically tied to survival. Spending eternity with a companion made all the difference. The Cullens had unusually strong bonds with each other. Despite this, they were vampires, and they remained the same. How anyone could attend high school endlessly was a wonder to me. The repetition would have drove humans crazy. To them, it was a way of life. They did not change.

But if vampires were like stone, Renesmee and I were like water. Unlike immortal children who could never grow, we were constantly changing through mental and physical growth. For our family who raised us, they too, were forced to adapt to our changes, spurring them to change as well. It was the first time Esme and Rosalie could live their dreams of raising children. It was the first time Alice had to fashionize for varying proportions, styles, and usage, especially difficult without her sight. It was the way Emmet grew more responsible while Jasper grew more gentle. To Carlisle, we were medical marvels, and he would spend countless hours theorizing new medical theories - not that he could ever publish his results. To Bella and Edward, we were their their pride and joy. For all our maturity, there were times they could not handle us, head-butting like typical parents with children. They learned exasperation and the humbling trial hoods of parenthood. With everything they did, they loved us utterly.

And for that, I could no longer viewed those who loved me as distant entities. To see them look at me with such love, such devotion, how could I not reciprocate?

A most peculiar event was the event of my birth. Whether it was fate or genetics, even my father could not read my mind. As a result, they were not aware of my existence until I entered the world. I always did think Bella's stomach in the movie was too big for one baby.

And well, they were all surprised.

Author's Notes: Thoughts?