Chapter 1

BPOV

"Pleeeeeease Bella."

"Fine."

It was morning. We were in bed and Edward was begging me to show him another memory.

"I don't know why you like my memories. You were there most of the time anyway."

" I know but, I like to see it from your perspective."

"Fine", I said annoyed. I was getting better at showing him my thoughts but it was still hard.

After about 2 seconds of debating with myself what to show him, I finally made up my mind. I was to show him when I was in the ballet studio. I wanted him to know how it felt when I heard his voice. I started to really concentrate. I finally was able to push the elastic band out of my mind.

He took another step towards me, till he was just inches away. He lifted a lock of my hair and sniffed at it delicately. Then he gently patted the strand back into place, and I felt his cool fingertips against my throat. He reached up to stroke my cheek once quickly with his thumb, his face curious.

"No," he murmured to himself as he dropped his hand, " I don't understand." He sighed. " Well, I suppose we should get on with it. And then I can call your friends and tell them were to find you, and my little message."

My knees began to shake.

He stepped back, and began to circle, casually, as if he were trying to get a better view of a statue in a museum. His face was still open and friendly as he decided where to start.

Then he slumped forward, into a crouch I recognized, and his pleasant smile slowly widened, grew, till it wasn't a smile at all but a contortion of teeth, exposed and glistening.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Its me, Nessie. Can I come in?

" One minute Nessie." Edward said.

I threw him his shirt and he threw me my pants. We were fully clothed in 20 seconds.

"Alright Nessie, you can come in now." I said.

She came in slowly, not really sure she should come in. She was almost two, and looked like she could be ten.

"Ummm, Momma, Daddy? Auntie Ali said to come and get you because there is someone at the door who wants to see you guys. Auntie Ali said her name is Sophia."

"I wonder who that could be?, Edward said mostly to himself as we got out of bed, I've never heard anyone by the name of Sophia. Well except for that one time…".

As we walked out the door the whole family was crowed around Sophia. When the family saw us they started to back up a little so we could have some room. And that's when I saw her. She was beautiful. She was pale white and had jet black hair. She had blood red eyes and was about Renesmee's height which was about five foot.

"Hello, my name is Sophia." And that's when my worst nightmare began.