There is a legend of revenge and justice, that has echoed through the minds of beings all throughout time.
« A life who is taken well before their time,
made of purity and rage,
Shall arise from the ashes of their past,
no memory of pas...
MINUTESEARLIER, Alice and Jasper watched the sunrise through the living room window. Jasper could feel his mates tension as well as everyone else's in the house.
Alice's grip was like steel and the bronze haired boy rushed into the room with his wife in tow.
"It's done," her windchime voice echoed throughout the house.
It didn't matter that Douglas was ahead of Marquette by five minutes, every time Alice revisited her vision, it was always the same.
Renesmee racing down the highway, a storm brewing above and a faceless girl with raven hair that moved like prairie grass in the wind.
The very first time these images flashed before her eyes, was the day Nessie became fully grown.
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LIVINGROOM,CULLENRESIDENCE, FORKS,WASHINGTON,U.S.A., 08:20 am | 11th September 2013
September 11th, 2013 was the birthday for newest members of the Cullen family, as Bella hated birthdays. The family, including the packs and the Denali's, had come to celebrate the joyous day.
When the party began to die down slowly and the group had moved outside to play a pickup game of football in the moonlight.
The vampires, excluding Emmet, Rosalie, Kate, Garret and Renesmee, were seated around the living room and kitchen chatting about the past and discussing the future.
Carlisle and Esme were in the kitchen washing and drying the plates used by their shifter friends.
"So where to next? If I have it correct, your usual six to seven timeframe has long passed."
"Yeah, we're leaving within the year." I won't be seeing dad for a few years"
"Where were you thinking, Alaska perhaps?" Tanya spoke.
"Unfortunately not, but Bella has never been to New York so we were thinking Appalachia"
"What about Marquette?" The youngest of the family came back from the game outside.
"Marquette? Wheres that?"
"Michigan." Renesmee racing down the highway somewhere in Michigan. Jacob by her side muttering to his imprint to slow down, only for her to smirk and step on the accelerator. A storm brewing in the skies above and rain pelting on the hood. A faceless girl in the headlights, raven hair moving in the wind turning heavy in the rain. But Renesmee didn't stop in time, and even if she had the rain had other ideas and the car skid slightly. Blood on the wet concrete and guilt on Renesmee's face she reaches down and does the unthinkable.
