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This is a story that's taking place in Renesmee's POV, after the battle in Breaking Dawn. This is my first Fan Fic. Hope you like it!

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After The Battle

Chapter 1 Preperations

I knew that this wasn't the best choice I'd ever made. I knew that Mom and Dad would be upset, worried, and maybe even scared. The rest of my family probably would be, too. But it was a risk that I felt like taking. Why? Because I could.

I was in my room packing. I took a backpack, and only a backpack. Besides me, if it didn't fit, it couldn't come. All I had packed away was another pair of designer clothes (Alice), a compactable hairbrush and mirror, $500.00 (all my Christmas and birthday money from the past year), two packs of gum, a water bottle filled to the top, a bag of raisins, a folder with copies of my birth certificate, passport, and fake ID, and my three favorite chapter books. I also had my purse with me. Inside there was another $100.00 in my wallet, pictures of my family, my address book, and my cell phone. I walked out of my room, and out of the cottage.

I leaped over the river, feeling a pang of delight. I always loved doing that--just like Mom said she always have. But as soon as my feet set foot on the other side, my thoughts went down a rather less pleasant path. How could I get out of the house without Dad reading my thoughts and knowing that I'm not coming back? I thought to myself. It'll be a challenge. But I have to do something. I'm not giving up now.

Suddenly, I had an idea. I could say that I was going to sleep over at Anne's house--she had invited me, anyway. I might stop by for an unexpected visit. Well, all I had to do was think about that. Shoot! I thought. What about Aunt Alice? She would've seen me packing. Wait! She was in South America, again. Her mind is probably on much more important things than my whereabouts.

I entered the house through the back door, my thoughts centered on my possible trip to Anne's house. That's the reason for my backpack. And feel calm and relaxed, I told myself. If I'm not, Uncle Jasper will be able to tell, and then he'll change my mood and make me forget my very purpose of leaving.

Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, the room you walk through when you enter the back door.

"Hey, guys," I said as I shut the door.

"Hi, sweetie," mom said. They must have been doing some business planning again. There were two maps on the table, one of Washington, and one of the whole United States.  They each had their cell phones in front of them, and each had a pad of paper and pencil on their laps.

"Where are you going?" Dad asked innocently. He had a weird look on his face again--the look of mind-reading.

"Just to Anne's house. She invited me to sleepover," I replied.

"Okay." He must have bought it, because that was the end of the subject.

I started out the door. "Bye, Mom and Dad," I called as I closed the door. "Love you." And when I was about nine blocks away from the house, I said to myself, "I'll miss you. I already do."


Chapter 2 Decisions

After about two more hours, I knew that it would be a lot longer of a walk, and was tired, but I had to go on. I couldn't stop until I was out of Washington. Which could take another two to three hours. And the longer I walked, the more I thought the same quote that was on my favorite T.V. show. "It's not too easy to leave something that saved you. But it's possible."

I walked for about twenty more minutes, but then I sat down on a bench. I put my purse next to me and opened my backpack on my lap. I took out my water bottle and the raisins. I ate about half of them when a boy that looked about my age sat on the bench next to me.

"Hi," I said. I was a very straightforward person. If someone doesn't approach me directly, guess who goes to them?

"Hey," he said, and winked. I studied him closely. He was about two to three inches taller than me. He had black hair, and pale skin. He had a perfect smile, perfect eyes, a perfect nose. He evn had a perfect voice. He was perfect. My mom had told me a million times the story of how she and Dad had met. How he saved her, how she saved him. She told me how she felt because he was just so wonderful. I thought I'd never know how that felt. But now I do.

"Are you waiting for the bus?" I asked him.

"No. It doesn't look like you are either. So, I might ask, where is a beautiful girl like you going on a wonderful day like this?"

I think I blushed. My mom said even though I was half-vamp, I still had full-color blush. "Um, I just ran away." I suddenly knew something that I'd never known before. I knew that I could trust this stranger with my secret. I knew he wouldn't tell anyone. But I still had to ask. "Can I trust you?"

"I think that you can," he said with a perfect smile. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Tyler. And you are?"

I took his hand. "Renesmee."

"What a nice name.......Renesmee. Any variations?" he asked curiously.

"Well, my close friends call me Nessie, but my mom has--had--a strict 'no variations' rule. So call me whatever the heck you please."

"Okay," he said and looked down at our hands. They were locked together, and made no sign of ever moving. He didn't pull away, just smiled. I grabbed and put away my things, and we headed into the woods behind the little park.

"So why do you need to be able to trust me again?" he asked.

"Because I have a secret," I said and skipped along. As I pushed two humongous branches out of the way, I saw the beautiful scenery behind it. A nice pond with frogs sitting on lily-pads, dragonflies flying around in the park, perfect flowers of vibrant reds and blues. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "It's like the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"

Tyler sighed. "The most beautiful thing, maybe. But the most beautiful person......" I looked at him. "Is something I'll give you some time to think about. What did you need to tell me, anyway?"

"First, I have to ask the questions I need, for you to get the question you want." I said, while rummaging through my bag. "Numero uno," I said, still looking through my bag.

"So you speak Spanish, huh?" he smiled and raised a single eyebrow.

"Just that," I said and smiled. "You aren't human, are you?" his smile disappeared.

"I guess you can see right through me," he said, still with a frown on his face.

"You aren't a werewolf, I know that. And I can tell that you are a vampire." I said, matter-of-fact.

"Smart girl, you are. Will you tell me your secret now?"

"I guess that I can," I looked into the pond water and through a stone. It skipped about twice, then sank. I looked at my feet. "I'm no human, either," I started, but he interrupted.

"Well, I can tell that," he commented with a roll of his eyes.

"But I'm no vampire. I'm a cross-breed. They is only one other person like me in the world." I finally look into his eyes. He had the most surprised look on his that I almost couldn't comprehend.


Chapter 3 An Explanation

"Wow," he said. "Are you sure?" He had the slightest look of doubt on his face.

"Of course, I'm sure. I am me, am I right?"

"Sure, as long as you are you and no one else is pretending to be you while you're locked up because that's the real you and the fake you is here, which would be who I'm talking to. So maybe you aren't you. Am I right?"

I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. "In a way. Which isn't the one we are currently speaking about."

Then I froze. I smelled other vampires. "There other vampires here, I know it."

"Oh, them. Those are my sisters." he said calmly.

"What are their names?" I asked curiously.

"That is Brooke," he said pointing at a girl with long brown hair and gold eyes. She had on a long white dress. "And that," he pointed to a different girl, wearing a pink and green dress, strawberry-blonde hair. "is Bridget." Then he whispered. "She's my favorite,"

"We heard that," the girls said in unison.

Tyler laughed. "I know. This is my new friend Renesmee. Nice name, am I right?"

"Yes, sure, Tyler," Bridget sighed. "What aren't you right about?"

"Nothing," Tyler said.

"It's a combination of my two grandmothers' names," I chimed in. "Renee and Esme, mixed together to get Renesmee,"

"And why wouldn't I be right?" Tyler cried with a raise of his eyebrows.

"So why are you here?" Brooke asked.

And there was only one way I could answer. "It's not easy to leave something that saved you. But it's possible."


Chapter 4 The Story

"So, um do you guys, like, live out here?" I asked, out of  curiosity.

"Yeah," Tyler said. "Follow me." He took me through a maze of branches and vines, tress and bushes, and dirt and soil. We finally reached a small clearing. "C'mon,"

"Where can I put my stuff?" I asked.

"Wait a second," he said, still dragging me forward, into a small cottage, about the size of the one I used to live in, except, besides  the size, they looked completely different.

"Put it in here," We walked into a small bedroom. "In the corner." I did as told. He walked over to the bed and sat down. He motioned for me to come join him.

"You can sleep in here. This is my room. I love this tiny little space. It just feels like...home." He was day-dreaming. I didn't know that vampires got sidetracked.

"Tell me about yourself," I urged.

Tyler nodded. "Well, I was only recently turned into a vampire, as were my sisters," he began.

I shook my head. "No, start from the beginning."

"Well, I wasn't born in Washington. I was born in Nashville, Tennessee. We lived in a small house, in more of the country area of the town.

"I lived there peacefully with my mom, dad, Brooke, Bridget, aunt, and uncle. But then a deadly virus came around. And it killed my parents, and my aunt and uncle. We lived out in the country, remember, so there were no hospitals for miles. And we only had one car, with very little gas. So Brooke, Bridget, and I just sat there and watched, day after day, week after week, our family die. Not to mention that our mom was pregnant at the time. So there went my brother that would never come." He sighed a very long sigh.

"We decided we needed to move out of Tennessee immediantly. But our plan was not to come to Washington. No, not at all. We were going to move to Florida, far away from all the madness. But, of course, it was impossible. We had no gas in the car, and no cell phones, or any phone at all. But we were determined to get to Florida as soon as possible. So we packed all of our things--everything fit into two suitcases--and left. We left our home, wanting to get to Florida.

"But we hadn't even made it out of Tennessee when someone came up to us. It was very random, unexpected. But they asked us if we were hungry, and we replied with a yes. We had nothing to lose, and that was something that we couldn't deny. So the stranger took us behind a McDonald's. He bit us, right there. No one could see, I'm guessing. If they could, I suppose he would have done it some where else. But the pain.....The pain was agonizing. I thought that I would die....We all did. But we made it, and the stranger was gone. So we decided to go to Washington, instead. After the craze phase, of course. We came here, and we found this place beat up. We fixed it up. So even though I look about fifteen, I am physically seventeen. Not much of a difference, I know. But at least I am young."

"Um, wow," I said. I yawned. I looked outside of a window. It was pitch-black outside. "I'm tired. Do you really it's okay that I sleep in here?"

"It's fine," he said and went to the door. "But tomorrow, it's your turn." He said and turn the light out and closed the door.

I fell fast asleep.


Chapter 5 Mine

When I woke up, he was right next to me.

"Good morning," I said, and he turned around, startled. I guess he didn't expect me to wake up any time soon.

"Good morning," he nodded. "I told you. It's your turn."

"Well, can I at least get dressed first?"

"Go ahead," he said. "But don't expect to get a long time." He tickled me. I laughed a little, then I looked up. He was gone. 

I knew I'd have to change quick. So I changed into my only other pair of clothes. Quick.


We were now sitting in the small living room of the cottage. And he asked me questions, when I told him that I didn't exactly have a 'story'.

"What was your family like?" Tyler asked. 

"Well, I loved them, a lot. I really loved my parents. Aunt Alice was fun. Aunt Rose was kind of selfish....I don't know. She sure knew how to make a fashion statement.

"Uncle Jasper was quiet, but fun. He told me his war stories. Uncle Emmett was fun. He always took me on piggyback rides through the forest behind his house when I was bored." I sighed. 

"How did you leave?"

"I ran. Or walked. I got tired. I felt bad the way I left them. I told them that I was going to my friend's house. And that I'd be back. But I'm not. I'm never going back."

"If you loved it so much, then why'd you leave?"

That stumped me. "I don't know."

For the first time since I left, I thought about why. But I didn't know why. I burst out in tears.

He scooted closer next to me and I leaned my head against his shoulder. He patted his leg. I sat down and he enclosed me in a hug. I didn't resist and hugged him back. I cried for hours. Many hours. He sat there the whole time and did nothing but calm me. He was calming.

I know I barely knew him. I know that I met him yesterday. But all the same, he was mine. Go get your own.  


Chapter 6 Our Inside Joke

I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up still there. I felt my face. I could tell--I had tear stains.

"Good morning," Tyler said.

"Did I sleep for that long?" I asked, surprised. Last I knew, it was the morning of yesterday.

"Yes. And I loved watching you the whole time,"

Awkward alert! "Um, okay."

"You're hungry, I assume?"

"You assume correctly," I said. I stood up. Tyler looked up at me, confused.

"Where are you going?"

"To get food. I have some in my backpack, in your room."

"Can't you wait?" he asked in a pleading voice.

I nodded. "Yes. I could do anything for you. And, to be clear," I asked, him knowing that I was stalling (it was probably written in black Sharpie all over my face). "What exactly am I waiting for?"

"You are waiting because I don't like to watch you eat, I like it when you sit on my lap and I give you a back massage."

I had nothing wrong with this. So I closed my eyes, sat back on his lap, and said, "Personne ne peut le faire probleme."

He smiled. "Pour ainsi dire comme Irma faire faire qc a qn vi form?"

I nodded. "I didn't know you could speak French," I said, in awe. Most people didn't know how to do it.

"I didn't know you could, either." We both laughed at this little surprise. He proceeded rubbing my back and I think that I may of fallen asleep again. The only way to know for sure, is because I was dreaming soon after.

It was our joke. Because no one else would get it if we just randomly started talking in French. It was

our joke. Ours. Our inside joke.


Chapter 7 An Un-Happy Experience

I woke up again, again, to see that another day had still begun, regardless of my long night's sleep. 

"Morning," Tyler said. "Did you have a good sleep?"

I yawned. "Would have been better if I had slept in a bed." I yawned again.

"Do you need more sleep? You still seem tired."

"I'm fine." I looked around the room. "Hey, where are Brooke and Bridget, anyway?"

"They went hunting, I don't know where. They tend to stay out a few days at a time."

I nodded. "What's today's plan?" I asked. I had already let my second/third day go by without even a trace of remembering. I have no idea how many days it's been since I left. And if you think I care? Then I've got news for you--I don't.

"I thought we should go buy you some more clothes. You only have two outfits, correct?" he asked knowingly.

I sighed. "Correct, but you really don't need to do this. I have my own money." It was true. I had about $600.00 in my backpack and purse alone.

"Well, if you insist, I guess I'll just tag along. No car, though. Sorry."

"It's okay. I need the exercise," I looked at my stomach.

"As if," he said and rolled his eyes. "You're the skinniest person I know." 

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment, opposed to an insult,"

"Do whatever you want with the words," he said. "They're yours now."

I wonder what he meant by that. Do whatever you want with the words. They're yours now. What could that mean? I'd have to think about that, long and hard. But later. Right now, I had some shopping to do, and Tyler was going to tag along.

"When do you want to leave?" he asked.

"Whenever you're ready." I said. I really didn't care. I could wear these clothes for years if I had to.

"I'm ready now," he said, and quickly went somewhere, and was back. "I went to the bathroom to get some tissues. It's cold outside. Do you have a jacket?"

Hmm. Did I? No. Not unless one just randomly appeared in my stuff. "No,"

And Tyler was gone again. He came back with a black leather jacket. "Here," he told me. "Put this on."

I did as I was told. No need to start an argument between the two of us. I went into his room and grabbed my purse. We left after that.

We walked back to the bus stop, where he first met me. But I looked in the road, and screamed.

"What is it?" Tyler asked frantically.

I pointed to the road. He gasped when he saw exactly what my eyes had just seen. Brooke and Bridget were in the road. Dead.    


Chapter 8

I walked out into the street where their bodies lay. Then I burst out in tears. Tyler still hadn't moved. 

"How could this have have happened?" I screeched, tears running down my face. "How?"

"I don't know why, and we can't tell the police," he whispered. I could barely hear him over my own crying. His arms were around me in an instant. 

"Don't cry," he said. "I know it's sad. But sad things happen in life. It's just the way it is."

"But it's not fair!" I cried. I'd barely said any words to either of them. Not any, if I can remember. "How?" I screamed again. I dropped my purse, took off the leather jacket, and threw it in the street. I ran away from the road, away, away, away, as far away as as my legs could carry me. Why did I ever even come here? This never would have happened if I just stayed where I was supposed to. I ran far into the woods, not anywhere that I've ever been before. I didn't want this to happen! I didn't do anything! But I knew that this was my fault. I just knew it.

It was another terrible thing that happened because of me. I ran deeper into the woods, farther away from humanity then I've ever been. Then, I tripped on something. I don't know what. But it hit my head, hard. I didn't get up.......I couldn't. Impossible. My legs didn't work right anymore. My head couldn't command them to. Everything was broken. My legs, my heart.

I had to sleep. No more thoughts. No more sight. Sleep. It was calling me. Renesmee, Renesmee, Renesmee. You need to join us in sleep. 

So, once again, I did as I was told. I slept. Goodbye, world. I need to sleep............goodbye.


Chapter 9


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cool nessie POV

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Thanks! I'm continuing now!


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Hey, guys! I added more to the story! Tell me if you're ready for Chapter 2!

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