Renesmee's Story (A Twilight Fan Fiction) *BEING EDITED*

Chapter 10- Part 4

Yes, I wanted him gone, and yes, I feel slightly abandoned that he will not be there with the Volturi, but more than all of that is pure relief that he will not be in harms way. I have heard about the torturous powers of the Volturi and even with mum's power she cannot protect everyone. I'm not under-estimating her, I am simply stating facts. She helped last time but as soon as she gets distracted it vanishes and he could, no, he would, get hurt.

So I guess there is no point thinking too much about it now. He won't be there, he won't get hurt. I have got what I wanted. If that is the case, though, why do I feel so bad?

I snap back to reality, out of my mind filled with thoughts, and realise I have been pacing my room the whole time. I have to stop this, take control. I have to. I have to help my parents against the Volturi, help explain, if they will listen. They want to fight with us, that was obvious the first time, but will they stay to listen this time, or just fight straight away? I hope mum has more control over her shield to protect all of us.

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"Mum, what are you planning to do when the Volturi get here?" I ask that night as we watch the television in the living room.Dad started a fire but not for the heat, just for the look of it I guess. To make us feel a bit normal, if that is even possible. The light from the fire luminates the room and, even though I am looking at mum, I can see I bright orange light from the flames.

"We are hoping that we will be able to talk, Renesmee. We don't want to fight, nothing has changed since last time they were here. You have grown up, and it was obvious we were friends with the wolves back then so I don't understand why they are so worried about it."

"True but what if they do fight? They wanted to last time, well what I can remember and what you have told me."

"If they do I have my shield and hopefully it will protect us long enough to speak."

"What if someone gets hurt? What if I get hurt? They're angry at me."

"I won't let that happen. They won't touch you, we won't let them." I nod in understanding. I want to believe her words, but I have a bad feeling about this. "Maybe it's not even about you and Jake. Maybe it is about you finishing changing?"

"No because someone passing by wouldn't know the difference."

"Maybe," mum mutters. "I don't understand why they have such an issue with our family. They want me, I know that now. They also want Alice. But they won't. We are a family, Renesmee. Nothing will happen. Okay?"

"Okay," I reply. I wish it was that easy, that simple. "Mum, I have a bad feeling about this, don't ask why because I don't know. I just do."

"We will be okay, we were last time." I nod, I hope so.

"Where's dad anyway?" I ask, realising that I haven't seen him since he lit the fire.

"At Carlisle's I think, he'll be back soon."

Right on cue the front door opens and dad walks inside. We hardly ever lock the doors, what's the point? We're in the middle of a forest. Also away from the driveway to Carlisle's so no one knows where our house is unless they have been here before.

Thinking about that I stand up and lock the front door behind dad. Jake can't be coming here. Mum gives me a confused look but then understanding soon follows.

"Yeah . . ." I say, not knowing what else to say.

"Do you want to see my diary now? Pass some time?" Mum asks smiling.

"Yeah okay."

We start walking upstairs and she tells me a bit about the first one. She started it the day she woke up -became a vampire-, her first entry was that night as dad had a spare and she used it. When we get to her room she opens her bedside draw and there are four diaries. I guess she writes in them most nights- if not all.

She grabs one underneath all the others. It is a brown book with string wrapped around it keeping it closed. She unwindsthe string and then hands the diary to me. "You can stay in here or go into your room if you want. Just please give it back when you have finished reading it. I keep these because it will help me remember things in years to come."

"I promise I will give it back to you in the same condition you gave it to me."

"I know you will," she says, leaning over to kiss my forehead. She walks out and I follow. "You're father and I will be downstairs."

"Okay, I'll read it in my room?"

Mum nods and smiles at me before walking downstairs. I walk into my room and close the door behind me. I drop onto my bed, diary in my hand and lay on my stomach and open the cover.