Twilight: Blood Moon

Heartwarming Nights

NOTE FOR READERS: Isn't very important, but I would love to recommend this one fanfic for all my Twihards out there, called The Life and Death of Edward Anthony Mason. The reason why I brought this fanfic up is that in the next chapter I mention a best friend Edward had in that fanfic, displaying a very good friendship, he had; As well as flashback scenes of them, that wouldn't be familiar if you haven't read it. It's almost word for word from her fanfiction, so all credit on that goes to javamomma0921. Other than that its an extraordinary look into Edward's human life as well as his early vampire life, and I do consider it to be canon. With that being said I'll leave a link and continue on with this chapter.♡

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/5670238/1/The-Life-and-Death-of-Edward-Anthony-Masen

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Renesmee POV
My father came up the stairs with an unsure look on his face. He seemed genuinely upset about something. Just when I expected him to say something he just took a seat next to me on the stairs.

"Why did you sit next to me" I asked, as he sighed.

"Cause I should talk to you," "about you know"
He muttered.

I couldn't tell what he wanted to talk about. Either the situation with Jacob or about our relationship perhaps.

"I never regretted having you as my daughter," he spoke out now. "I regretted losing your mother, and I'm the reason she's gone, cause I did this to her," he stuttered,pain in his voice as he spoke.

"It's my fault," I finished. "I-

"No it's not," he interrupted. "You were just surviving the only way you knew how," "However it doesn't matter because she's gone," he paused.
"I always thought if I lost her I'd lose myself too, and I did" 'when you left to stay with Jacob"  "but Renesmee," he said, turning to me, a tiny smile on his blank face.
"you're the only reason I have for staying alive" he smiled even harder now.

"really," I said, in shock. Never did I think my father would admit any feelings toward me. 

He nodded. I smiled even bigger now and rested my head on his shoulder. Felt like resting on a cool rock, but I didn't mind. He wrapped his arm around my side. Although we sat in the quiet for a moment it was wholesome while it lasted until Aunt Rosalie heals stopped as she saw us on the stairs.

She just stared at my father and I then finally spoke.

"Your Uncle Emmett, Jasper, and I are leaving for the night," "I just wanted to say goodbye before I go" she smiled. 

"leaving so soon, why," I asked, taking her hand off the stairs.

"Well we have to go out far, hunting has been pretty scarce this past year." she disclosed, she pulled me into a hug.

"oh, just be safe and come back soon or ill miss you too much," I said, as our hug ended. 

"She could come with us," Uncle Emmett came up behind her. My face immediately turned to fear at his excited thought that came over me. I wasn't like them, I couldn't be like them. I shook my head at him. "You gotta learn eventually" he shrugged, getting an annoyed look from Uncle Jasper. "shes scared can't you see" Aunt Alice comforted me, entering from somewhere. "I'll help you get used to it" she reassured, as I nodded, trying to understand. They all looked at me now. Each one of them went through the change, so how come it so hard for me. 

"she'll learn no need to rush it" my father stepped of the stairs joining us.

"we're gonna go" announced Rosalie, as we said our goodbyes, walked them out and watch them depart.

My head started to pound, both my dad, and my aunt noticed. "you okay dear," my aunt said to me. "I'm just tired," With that my father and I parted ways with everyone else left in the house. Jacob tried to argue with us, but my father talked him down. Id wish sometimes to leave me alone. Esme must've let him spend the night there.  We took off back to our small witch hut in the woods. The night was cool and quiet until we heard a long sorrowful howl. I stopped and listened, unsure who it was. Could've been in Jacobs pack. I never knew them that well.

We stepped into the dark hut once again, I didn't even think about changing I just went straight for my room, but noticed my father's room was open. Being curious and the nosey self  I was, looked at the boxes stacked up. They read Edward Antony Mason's family albums. I never thought his last name was Mason.

"It was when I was human" he yelled from the living room. "You still have all your old photos," I asked, talking at a normal tone.

"of course, well Carlisle dug them up for me," "they've been in storage for some time now" he informed me, joining me as I entered his room. A queen bed, books, a messy desk, a shelf of the books was what I walked into. I opened up one of the boxes and pulled out one.

"be careful with that," he looked almost grabbing the book from my hands. "been a good century since that was made" I looked back at my hands holding the precious book, and blew off the dust that coated its cover. "can we look through them before I go to sleep," I asked.
"sure if you'd like" he responded. I cheered a yes and skipped off back to my room holding the drafted album close to my chest. Instantly, I opened it, trying to contain my excitement, and I sat back on my bed.

"Been a long time since I've looked through them all" my father notified, as he joined me pulling a chair up to my bed.

We flipped through pages of old drafted photos of his childhood, and family portraits.

Chicago 1921

I grinned at the last photo of how upset he was.

"Esme took that of me, I wasn't in a good state," he said flipping the page.