A/N Okay, this is my first ever fanfiction so please don't hate me if it stinks. I'm not going to be good at updating (I have the first five chapters written, but it's taken me about two weeks to get this first one typed and I've had it finished for a month) That is, unless people review. I will update if you review. I want anyone who reads this to review. This is set fourteen years after Breaking Dawn, so Renesmee is all grown up!!! By the way, don't quit reading just because it doesn't quite make sense, most stuff is explained a few paragraphs after the place it is.

Disclaimer: I love Twilight, yes I do! I'm not Stephenie Meyer, How about you? yeah, I didn't think you were either.

Where are they? Mom, Dad, and Jacob all left a few days ago from our house in Rockford, Michigan; we moved here from Forks about five years ago because people in Forks were beginning to get suspicious about my rapid growth and my family's lack of it. Carlisle, Esme (I wish they would let me call them Grandma and Grandpa, but they say it makes them feel old, and I guess it makes sense because they are over a hundred years old and don't want to admit it), and Emmett also went. All of them but Jacob had to go hunting. Jake only left grudgingly, but everyone else needed help, and having a werewolf with them would be good against anyone who may want a fight, I didn't like that my husband was being a guard dog, even for my parents and family.

Alice had seen a vision of five vampires. There had already been major attacks in the cities of Flint and Owosso, caused by the small coven, and they were heading closer and closer to our town. My entire family other than myself, Alice, Jasper, and Rosalie, was going to go stop them. Two of the five coming toward us were newborns, uncontrollable, destructive, and stronger than Uncle Emmett. Those two were deadly.

I played in my mind Alice's vision. Between my gift and her incredible way of describing anything, we had perfected it in my mind. This had been useful now and in the past, so that everyone in the family knew exactly what Alice had seen. Now my thoughts matched her vision precisely. Alice had managed to enter the living room without me noticing and sat down by me. She gently touched the palm of my hand. She let my thought finish before she commented.

"The one in the middle has darker hair and the shorter newborn jerks around more when he walks,"she sighed. "I've already told you this."

"Alice, when are they coming home? I miss Mom and Dad and Jacob."

"Nessie, I can't tell when they're gonna' get back," Alice's tone of voice changed from sympathetic to annoyed. "Jacob's getting in the way of my visions."

"Can you tell...?"

"No. I can't see anything. I hate being blind." Alice's face was soft,worried, but her words cut through me. I pulled my hand out of her grasp and my mind raced.

"I'm going to find them,"I told Alice as I stood up. "There may only be five of the other group, but they have two newborns, and we only have six people in our group. They need help."

"NO!" Alice grabbed my arm and yanked me back down. "You could be killed! What about Cassadee? What about her then?"

"I won't get hurt" I said. The next part was harder to push up my throat. "You know that mom or Dad or Jake would give themselves up to keep me safe. I... I..."my words ended in a choke.

"And you wouldn't let them. You love them way too much. You know that. And you would give yourself up for any of them also. Don't go. Think of Cassie."

"You love her- just as much as I do," I blubbered. "So does Rosalie. You- you would take care of her. Probably better than- better than I could.

"Stop saying that. You would be the best person to bring Cassadee up. You know that and don't even try to disagree with me. You can't leave her. You love her. It would be bad enough if she grew up without Ja-"

"No!"I cut her off. "Jacob won't get hurt. He promised that he would be back as soon as he could be. He won't get hurt if I go help. He won't. He won't let himself be hurt."

"Like you said, he would jump in front of you if a newborn was heading for you, and he would get hurt saving you. Renesmee Carlie Cullen Black, I can't let you go. Cassadee can't grow up without either you or Jacob."

As if on cue, Cassadee's small voice wailed from upstairs.

"MAMA!!!! MAMA!!!"

"Now look what you did Alice! You woke her up!" I looked up the stairs. "Cass! Cassadee, baby! I'm coming, hon! Mommy's coming!" I climbed the stairs to Cassadee's room where she was sobbing in her toddler bed.

"Cassadee, oh, Cass, what's wrong?"

"Mommy! You're here! You're okay." She was crying, half into her pillow, which was splotched with her tears. "You and Daddy were gone and I didn't know where you were."

"Cassadee, I'm right here, it's just fine. That won't happen."

"Where's Daddy?" Her jade eyes pierced my chocolate ones.

"I don't know where Jacob is, but he'll be back soon. Don't worry, he's with Grandpa Edward and Gramma Bella." I was reluctant to call Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Gramma for Cass.

"I want Daddy. Get Daddy."

"I want to get Daddy. My daddy, your daddy, my daddy's daddy. Everyone. But...," I took a deep breath and composed myself. "Alice was right and then I would make your nightmare come true if I left."

"What was Auntie Alice right about?"

"She was right that I can't leave you just because I want Jacob. I love you too much."

"But I want Daddy."

"I can't go. I could be hurt if I leave. I don't want to get hurt because then I couldn't take care of you, honey."

"But if you go and find Daddy, then Daddy can come back and take care of us again. Where is Daddy?"

"I don't know, Cass," I sighed. "But Daddy is going to keep us safe, even if he isn't here with us right now."

"I want Daddy," she whined, not giving an inch.

I brushed a long, dark lock back from her pale face. "I'll try to find Daddy for you," I murmured.

"Thank you Momma." Her delicate mouth opened into an huge, uncharacteristic yawn. "I love you."

"Love you too, Cass." I clapped my hands twice and the lights flicked off.

Alice was waiting just outside the door and fell into the room when I opened it to leave. A guilty look shot across her face.

"I wasn't listening in," she lied unconvincingly. "So what happened?"

"As if you don't know. Eavesdropper," I added nonchalantly.

"I wanted to know what was wrong with my. . . grandneice," she explained with a grimace.

"You're just not happy you're a great aunt. You feel old." I told her smugly.

"Just tell me what happened."

"Cassadee had a bad dream. In the dream, Jake and I were both gone. You should've seen her. She wanted Jacob so badly and she was so upset."

"You can't go." Her liquid eyes froze into hard amber, even though she kept her composure. "Cass needs you."

"I know but- she needs her daddy, too," I argued weakly. "I need him. He and Cass are everything to me." My eyes teared up.

"I won't let you go. I won't!" Alice scooped me up as easily as she had when I was a baby.

"Put. Me. Down!" I commanded. She just ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "LET GO OF ME!"

"Fine!" She dropped me unceremoniously on the kitchen floor. Alice stood- with heels- at five foot four inches. Even when I was standing at full height and Alice had heels on, I was only an inch taller than her. Right now, with seven inch stiletto heels that threatened to break any normal person's ankle, she was taller than I am normally, and very intimidating.

"ROSALIE!! JASPER!! GET OVER HERE!!" she shrieked, although they would've heard a whisper from anywhere in the house. Yes, I got her to scream, at least now, she couldn't say she was being completely calm, even Alice slipped up. I pulled myself up from the floor and into a chair. Right now, I wouldn't have been surprised if Alice had screamed at me for moving. No, she wouldn't do that. Even when she was mad, she managed to avoid losing her temper.

"Alice, what's wrong?" Jasper asked.

"Renesmee," Alice sneered, "wants to go find Jacob. She wants to just abandon her only daughter to get . . ."

"Cassadee wanted me to," I interrupted. The only thing running through my mind at that point was What the.. How'd she get so calm that fast? She's kinda' scaring me now.

"But you're much more than willing, and you would go even if she hadn't asked." Right now, Alice wasn't threatening me or yelling or screaming or doing anything that should have had the affect that she was mad, but I still flinched at her words.

"I do want to go, but we both need him! It isn't just me, every kid needs their father."

"But..." she began, calmly.

"Ladies!!!" Jasper shouted at us, surprising me. He didn't normally use that tone of voice unless someone was being unreasonable, and I didn't see why he would use it now. And Alice hadn't been yelling. "Stop it, girls! Renesmee, we all know that its hard for you to live without Jacob here with you, but I doubt any of us think its a good idea for you to go. You're too special, and you could be hurt or killed. You know that those newborns are dangerous and if you were hurt, Cassadee would be growing up without her mother." Jasper's tone turned sharp. "That almost happened to you," he growled.

Jasper's words were a slap to my face, rattling my teeth and almost bringing me back down to my knees. My mouth went numb, and the taste of rusty iron filled it. My stomach lurched and acid filled my throat. I was going to throw up.

"Rosalie, do you have anything to say?" What, someone else hurling reasons that I was being stupid at me. Now I really was going to eat my lunch again.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Nessie, you have a daughter, and you're too important to us to be leaving. Please don't go." Now I tasted the pizza from last night.

To keep from losing my stomach, I started screaming. "Why's everyone telling me this! It's my decision, my husband, my daughter, MY LIFE!!!" I should really calm down now, but I couldn't. I was so mad at Alice for trying to get me to stay, even though she never yelled. "What about you Alice? You begged for Jasper to stay, using some lame excuse that if they managed to get here, you, me and Rosalie would never be able to fight them all off! There are only five of them!" I used every excuse I could think of. "So what would you do if Jasper was out there and Jake and I were both here, cuddling up while you worried about him? What if your four month old daughter wanted her daddy as much as you did!" Alice started shrinking back but I advanced on her.

"And what if your sister would normally be able to 'see' when your whole family was coming back but it was your husband's fault that she couldn't! How would you cope? And... and... and... well, what the heck would you do?"

"Renesmee! Watch your language!!" Rosalie scolded.

Alice barely spoke in a whisper, I was wearing her down and she was once again having trouble staying calm. "That wouldn't happen to me. I can't have a kid. And I would be out there with Jasper, so sue me, but look at Rosalie, she isn't running off to find Emmett."

"Emmett didn't imprint on Rosalie, Jacob did imprint on me!"

"But you have a daughter. Cassadee, remember, she's right upstairs. She needs you."

"She's sleeping," I hissed, careful to lower my voice so I wouldn't wake her.

"Fine, but I'm not gonna let you go." Why was she trying so hard to keep me here, she of all people should know that no matter what, I was going to leave to get Jake at some point or another. My screaming wasn't helping me at all, so I started using my "so calm that it's scary" voice.

"I know that you don't want me to go find them but I need Jacob. I'm only giving them three days. Then we will go find them." Now Alice looked a bit freaked out over how quickly I calmed down. On the inside though, my blood was boiling. Alice was trying to keep me away from my Jacob and Jasper could tell how upset I was.

"Oh no," Jasper interjected. "You're not going anywhere. I'll go find them for you and send Jacob back here, but you are in no state to be going out right now."

I considered this. "Bring your cell phone," I demanded. "I want you to call us when you find Jacob so that I can at least talk to him."

"But... they brought their phones," Alice mumbled reluctantly. This was logical, because I immediately whirled around at her.

"What?" I growled. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've just called them this whole time?"

"DADDY!!!!" Cassadee screeched from upstairs. There was a low thump above us.

"Cassadee!" I bolted up the stairs, heart thudding violently against my chest. Ready for anything that might be up here, trying to hurt or take my daughter, I slammed the door open.

The rocking chair that Mom had when she was a baby at Grandpa's house had tumbled to the ground as had the night table, desk and desk chair. Nothing other than the stuff in the corner was touched, but Cassadee's bed was empty and the window was open.

I leaned my head out into the cold winter air and screamed, "CASSADEEEEEEEEE!" An echo replied with, "Cassadee, Dee, eeeeeeeee.....

"MOMMA! Mommy!" A muffled voice came from the upturned chairs, scaring me out of my wits and at the same time, giving me a surge of hope. I hurled them across the room. The chairs splintered against the wall, sending wood flying. Where the chair used to be, a shivering, terrified little girl was curled up on the floor.

"Cassadee, Cass. Oh my god I was so scared. Oh Cassadee." I pulled her to my chest and slid to the floor, tears cascading down my cheeks. All thoughts of calling Jacob slipped from my mind as I cradled the gorgeous little girl in my lap.

"Momma," she said, leaning back to look at me. I took the chance to see how much Cassadee had changed in the four months since she was born.

At the time, her young eyes were an olive greenish-brown, but since had lightened into a beautiful emerald. The same color that had been lost over the hundred years that had passed since Dad was changed. Her hair was, as my Jacob always said it, darker than a midnight without moon or stars, as always. Recently, though, she had received some reddish-blond highlights from me. It cascaded down past her shoulder blades in waves that rippled like the ocean whenever she took a step.

She was very pale, although not as fair as any of my family, she had an ever so slight tan from Jacob's side of the family.

Cassadee was growing up so fast. She already looked about two years old and acted three or four. We had no idea about how she would grow up. We tried to do research as soon as we found out that I would be having a baby, but it was useless. Jake and I were the only half-vampire and werewolf or shapeshifter couple out there. That meant that there was no way of telling when she would stop aging, if she did. Carlisle made a rough guess that she would look about seventeen when she froze, seeing that I only grew to that appearance and Jacob stopped when he was sixteen. If she didn't stop aging then, he would guess twenty. And if she didn't stop there, one of us would turn her. We could only hope.

We also had no idea if she would or wouldn't be able to phase. Did we want her to phase? That could get awkward knowing what Jacob was thinking. For all we know, she would be the "girly wolf" like Leah. And Leah hadn't imprinted or had kids yet, even though she was happily married and wanted a little girl of her own.

"What happened, Cass? Why were you over in the corner? Are you okay? Did someone come in the room?"

"Slow down, Momma. I'm okay. I think. And nobody came in the room. I'm pretty sure that there wasn't anyone. I'm not sure what happened. I was just sleeping and then I wasn't in my bed anymore and I fell. And then the rocking chair knocked everything down and and I got stuck and I didn't know where I was and...and...and... It was scary," she finished lamely.

"I think naptime's over." Alice, Jasper and Rosalie were in here with us now. "Cassadee? You okay?" Alice crouched down next to us.

"Uh-huh."

"That's good." Alice looked around the room. "Renesmee, I don't know how you did it, but you and Jacob decorated great. Your mom was useless when it came to color schemes. It looks awe..." Her eyes went blank and glassy and her jaw dropped. She followed something invisible to the rest of the room silently, not seeing the room we were standing in. Her mouth moved as though she were saying something that none of us could hear and she started shaking.

"Alice?" She blinked three times. "Alice, what did you see?"

"No, it can't be," she murmured, shaking her head slowly back and forth. Jasper pulled her into his arms. "I... I ... I saw...," she stuttered. Why was she so scared? Alice was one of the people that I could trust to keep her head in a stressful situation, possibly because Jasper was there to help her, but if she was worried, something was seriously wrong.

Jasper pulled her into a tight hug.

"Alice, honey, what was it? What did you see?"

"Edward and Bella? But I shouldn't be able to see them."

"And Jacob, right? You saw Jacob too? Jacob was there, wasn't he?" I added frantically.

"No... I can never see Jacob. I've been getting better at seeing him so I can see around him and he's just a blank spot, but there isn't even one of those."

"Rosalie, hold Cass." She obeyed wordlessly as I opened my cell phone. I pressed and held my speed dial 5, J for Jacob. It rang.

And rang and rang and rang. I clutched the phone to my ear. Eventually, something other than the predictable ringing blared in my ear.

"Hey, this is Jacob," his chipper voice piped. "Sorry I can't pick u..." I hung up and tried again and again. Eventually, my recent calls were all to Jacob in the last five minutes and I decided to call Mom. After two rings -not that I was counting- she picked up.

"Renesmee! Why haven't you called sooner?" There was a hint of worry in her voice.

"What happened to 'Oh, hello, Nessie, how are you doing?'?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh, um, I'm not sure?"

"Anyway, have you seen the vampires yet?"

"No, hon, no sight of them."

"Alice had a vision," I told her, cutting to the chase.

"Nessie, baby, you know that's not unusual for her."

"Of you. And Dad. But no Jake."

Silence.

"Mom? Jacob didn't pick up his cell. I called it so many times that I lost count. All I got was the answering machine. Did he lose his phone?"

"I- I wouldn't know, honey. Why do you ask?"

"Mom, can I talk to Jake?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Momma," I tried to say clearly and firmly. It came out as a sob. "Mommy, give the phone to Jacob, I need to talk to him." I was terrified of the answer. Scared to death that she would say that my Jacob didn't want me any more, or something like that. The answer was worse than everything that I had imagined put together.

"Sweetie, Jacob left to go back home six hours ago. He said that he had the feeling that you needed him and he's been really upset the last few days. We told him to go and he should've been at the house a few hours ago."

I collapsed in a dead faint.

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