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All I Have Left

Renesmee is all grown up, and is married to Jacob. Living in a small cottage, like her Mom and Dad, with her family nearby, Nessie is very happy. Then something happens to change all this, and it's all Jacob can do to keep his wife safe.


1. Chapter 1 - Nightmare

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"Nessie! Ness! Wake up! You're just dreaming!"

My eyes flew open and I heard someone screaming. Oh. It was me. I drew in a deep breath, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Nessie it's ok. I'm here. It's ok." Jacob wrapped his arms around me, rocking me back and forth. I sobbed into his chest, my shoulders shaking with each wracking sob. He rubbed my back until I managed to stop crying.

"We need to find a way to stop these nightmares Ness." Jacob said softly into my ear. I sniffed in reply.

I glanced at the clock. It read 2.06 am. I pressed my hand against his, showing him that I wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep.

He drew back and said, "Do you want to go and see your Mom and Dad?" I nodded, and he got out of bed. I sat cocooned in the duvet, and watched as Jake pulled on some dark blue shorts and a black tshirt on, then he turned to my wardrobe.

"Any requests?" He asked as he slid back the mirrored doors.

"My white summer dress. It's the only thing that fits me at the moment." I replied, my voice trembling with the tears that still threatened to fall. Jake pulled it out and handed it to me, with a strange look on his face.

"What?" I asked him as he pulled me out of our bed. He just shook his head. He walked towards the bathroom, and I stripped off my sweats and vest that I'd worn in bed. I could see Jake eyeing me as I pulled my dress on, so I turned to face him, hands on hips.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong or do I have to ask my Dad to find out for me?"

"No you don't have to ask your Dad." He said hurriedly. "I'm just wondering what's causing all these nightmares." He finished, looking at me innocently. I stared at him suspiciously, then shrugged, following my husband into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth at the same time Jake did, then we exited the bathroom and went to the hall closet. I grabbed a pair of black flipflops and Jake went barefoot, like he usually did. I unlocked the front door and walked out into the balmy spring air. I breathed deep, and inhaled the fresh scent of grass, forest, and further away, the river.

Jake came up behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders, and spun me round to face him. "I didn't get to say good morning." He complained. He tilted my face upwards, and kissed me gently on the lips.

"Good morning." I whispered, as I leaned my forehead on Jakes. "Love you."

"Love you too." Jake replied as he gathered me up in his arms, and took off running to the Cullen house. He looked me in the eye and asked, "So what was your dream about?" I pressed my hand against his flaming cheek and showed him.

It was the same dream I'd been having for nearly 4 months now, and I tell you no lies, me and Jacob were both sick of losing sleep over it, literally for me anyway. I was beginning to feel ill because of it. A sort of fluey feeling: stuffed up nose, jaggy throat, throbbing headache, swollen glands, and recently I'd been starting to feel sort of queasy. I'd never actually been sick but still...it was very unusual for me to feel unwell.

My vampire side normally ruled that side of the equation. I think maybe my human side was just a bit rundown because of the lack of sleep.

My nightmare was usually just flickers of vague images, everyday things; shoes, toothbrushes - things you use every day, but that wasn't the scary part. Every so often a face would flash up: it would be one of my family or of Jacob or the Volturi. That right there was the part that had me screaming. I don't know why, but the Volturi just really seriously terrified me, more than they really should. Today it was the face of Demetri that woke me up.

It also gave me the impression that the dreams were trying to tell me something, I'd been getting it a lot; a feeling that something was wrong, out of place. I knew I knew what it was but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

I rested my head on Jaocb's warm shoulder, shut my eyes, just enjoying the breeze that drifted by as he wove in and out of the trees as he approached my family's house. He slowed to a jog as the house came into view. We reached the front porch, and he set me on my feet. I gripped his hand tightly in my own and we went in the front door.