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Crimson Time

The Cullen family is separated. But this time is different. Renesmee is thrust into the arms of a family she knows, and yet doesn't. They are all sent into a world that is familiar, yet unfamiliar. The Cullen family has, before now, lived through every tragedy possible. But can they survive when they are thrown into their past?

Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it! Sadly, I do not own the Twilight Saga. The wonderful world of mythical Forks belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

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The sound of thunder broke Renesmee's peaceful sleep. Her wide brown eyes met familiar woods, but did not recognize them. She had never seen them this way, so overgrown.

She stood, carefully. She listened carefully, yet, couldn't seem to hear anything. Her breath sped, but she quickly changed that. She let her breath reach It's normal rate, whilst calming her heart rate. She had learned much from her father, and one of them was to never flinch in a time of danger, especially when she is alone. She showed no fear.

But Renesmee was afraid. She couldn't do anything about the shaking that racked her. She only looked to be about three, and she had never really been introduced to the outside world. She had no idea what could be hidden by disguises. Is her loving family could so very easily camouflage themselves, what true monsters could be out there. She cringed.

Luckily, she was not deaf, as she had seemed to be a moment ago. A small rabbit hopped not ten feet from her to her left. She was suddenly ravenous. How long had she slept?

Renesmee smiled a small smile, and crept up on the creature. This time her heart pounded, but this time not because of fear, but because of nature. Her nature. The nature of a vampire.

She had it in her grasp before it could notice her approach. She was very fast, and she had no trouble handling the struggling creature. She was not as strong as other vampires – full vampires – but she had the strength that no little girl her age should have. She was dominant, and had no trouble showing it.

She tilted her head and sank her teeth into the creature. Immediately, the crimson liquid she desired touched her lips, and she began to suck.

Once she was finished, she was mostly satisfied. Her small stomach didn't need much, but, at times, she could have quite an appetite. This was not one of those times.

Renesmee looked down at the carcass in her arms. She always felt sorry for killing. She buried the little animal deep in the damp ground.

She leaned against a tree when her work was done, and looked down at herself. Her auntie Alice would be upset at her. She was covered in dried blood and damp earth. Renesmee sighed.

Where were they?! Only minutes ago, it seemed, she had been having a wonderful time! Now she was alone. Oh, how alone she felt! So she did what she loved to do when she had nothing to do and nowhere to go.

She ran.

Her father would be proud of her. She was getting faster. Her hair whipped around her little head, and she had covered a large amount of distance in mere seconds. It lessened her fears.


Renesmee skidded to a stop, her little heels digging into the earth so deep she was forced backward onto the damp earth. She whined. She hated thunder.


How was it possible for this to come so close to the other? Thunder didn't usually behave that way. It was usually at least a minute apart when the weather conditions were as they were. Was the storm upon her? She hadn't even felt a raindrop?

That crack of thunder had been slightly different than the others. Not unlike when her family played baseball. But it was impossible. They wouldn't be playing at a time like this. Not when she is missing.

Renesmee curled up into a small scared ball. She shut her eyes tight and pictured a day that had come only a few months before. Her mother was out with her aunt's for the night, while Renesmee had been asleep in her bedroom, just having switched to a regular bed.

A crack of thunder had come and scared her. She rushed to her parent's bedroom to find her father there waiting for her. He had known she was coming, of course. She had just jumped into his arms, and he rocked her back and forth, whispering comforting words.

He had told her nothing could get her when she was inside. Daddy was there. He wouldn't let anything happen to her.

But where was Daddy now? Renesmee opened her eyes to the same picture she had before. She was so very frightened. Daddy wasn't there to protect her. She wanted to be held.


She heard the trees' leaves shuffle not far from her, to her right. Something had come through, disturbing the plants. Nothing living, her instinct told her. Not prey. No heartbeat, no strong smell to it.

She ran again. She had no idea what that was, but it meant something or someone was there, and she was young and desperate for company.

It wasn't long before she came upon a clearing. She stopped too quickly again, and lost her footing. But as she fell again, her eyes caught a glimpse of exactly who she wanted to see.

Her family.

They were there! She had found them!

In fact, they had been playing baseball, which confused Renesmee, but explained the strange thunder. She didn't care, and forgave and forgot. She wad too ecstatic to care. She rushed to her father, standing at the pitcher's mound.

He did not pick her up and swing her around like he usually did when he hadn't seen her, and she had just come back. She was, once, again, confused, but she trusted her father enough to know he had a good reason. She smiled and laughed, wrapping her arms around his leg.

“Where have you been, Daddy?!” she asked. “The thunder scared me.” She expected comfort when she had said that, but didn't receive any. She glanced around her father's leg, to see the rest of the family.

Her mother was missing. Where was her Mommy?

“W-where is she?” she stuttered. “Where is Mommy?”

That's when she saw her family's awe-struck faces. She didn't understand. It was as if she was a stranger to them. Her father stared down at her with unknowing eyes.

“D-daddy?” she stuttered again. “Why are you looking at me like that?” She glanced at the rest of her family, questioning them all. No one answered her.

Her grandfather stepped forward. He had a soft expression on his face. Renesmee almost smiled, almost mistaking it as recognition.

“Hi,” he whispered to her. “My name is Carlisle Cullen. And who are you?”