Renesmee: The Girl You Remember.

Fire and Ice: Part 2

Fire and Ice

Edwards POV

Curiosity burned within me as I watched the woman at the mouth of the cave.

Renesmee, I thought to myself, as I looked down at the slightly warn pictures in my hand. I unintentionally began to flip through the pictures. Sliding one picture to the back and rotated them. I wasn't going to lie, I was excited for Renesmee's last day in Forks. But, I was also conflicted. Conflicted because I had always considered Renesmee a monster, a mistake I wished I could take back. An insult to my family, aside from Bella and Rosalie. At this moment, I still did. But as well, I felt like... I missed her. As I continued rotating the pictures, I started to look between them and the women in front of me.

I noticed such a contrast between them, the Renesmee in the photographs reflecting a little bit of life in her eyes. Hope and compassion. This woman held none of those in her eyes. Although, despite my hatred towards Renesmee, I felt curious to know exactly what had made her this way. I didn't need to read her mind to know that something had caused Renesmee to be the way she is now. I shook my head to reset my emotions that were becoming a little annoying. I missed the little girl, my thoughts reasoned. This woman here, is not her. I had to protect Bella at all costs, from Renesmee... I hated it.

Bella had suffered for years, and only recently abandoned her 30-year search for Renesmee, only for her love to her own daughter not to be returned.

Before I could stop myself from speaking though, I already had.

"You weren't such a monster when you were little," I said,

"At least I could live with you back then. Now, I never could. My chances of ever caring for you in a fatherly manner have vanished." I continued,

"That's the beauty of being hated. I don't have to worry about that, anymore." She replied proudly.

"There was a time... I wished I could've ripped you from Bella's stomach before you could have been born. At times I wished you hadn't been born. But now..." I said, "I wish I could just go back to you being little..."

I spoke the last words with voluntary truth. It made me sad; I really did wish I could go back and relive these pictures.

"Why didn't you?" Renesmee replied. "You were stronger than Bella at that moment, it's not my fault you were too weak."

I was quiet for a minute, the question having really stumped me, and for once, I found myself speechless.

"But hey, I got back what I did to Bella. Times ten. So that should make you more chipper, Edward," she said, then asked, "When does Bella usually visit Charlie, so I know when to stay away."

"What do you mean, you got back what you did to Bella?" I said, cutting off her question. I was blown away by this information, I couldn't tell if I was happy to hear this... or concerned.

"Lets not do this, we can skip the whole father-daughter bonding... thing" she chuckled,

"But I want to know, I'd like to know something paid you back for what you did to Bella, if not me," I said. It felt like I was... lying. Why did I even care? I wanted to smack myself out of this small-psychotic break.

"Lets put it this way, I was put through 10 years of torture for Bella. Experimented on. So, I got mine. Plus more, don't worry. I didn't see the light of day for a long time," she explained, as if it were like describing a trip to the grocery store.

I couldn't help feeling a little angry. If anyone was going to kill Renesmee, it was going to be me. Though, I wouldn't waste time torturing her. I would simply kill her.