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Renesmee's Eternal Dawn

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Renesmee's Eternal Dawn is Renesmee's POV of Breaking Dawn starting from the womb until the end of Breaking Dawn.


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2. Injery

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When Jacob had came back it was like I could feel his presence and it make me feel happy he was near. I have noticed this feeling every time he had disappeared then came back, how happy I was that he had returned no matter how mean he was sometimes I was just happy that he was back home.

"They just wanted to talk, no attack on the horizon." Jacob seemed even more tired then he was the last time he was here which was only about twenty minutes ago.

"Yes I heard most of it." Said my father with a smooth voice.

"How?" Jacob seemed too tired to get annoyed.

"I'm starting to hear you more clearly- it's a matter of familiarity and concentration. Also, your thoughts are slightly easer to pick up when you're in your human form. So I caught most of what passed out there." Said my father as he sat beside us on the floor.

"Oh, good. I hate repeating myself." Said Jacob sighing out his tiredness. His breathing was struggling to stay normal as it is.

"I'd tell you to go get some sleep but my guess is that you're going to pass out on the floor in about six seconds, so there is probably no point." My mother's voice was joking she sounded stronger than I could remember which meant that I also was stronger than I have ever been.

"One Mississippi… Two Mississippi…" He was slipping into unconsciousness.

"Where is the flood mutt?" asked my Aunt Rosalie from somewhere behind momma and I.

That woke Jacob a little bit. "Do you know how to drown a blond, Rosalie? Glue a mirror to the bottom of a pool."

My father chuckled while Aunt Rosalie said, "I've already heard that one," she called for Jacob had walked away from the house. "Stupid mutt."

"Rose," Esme scolded.

"What?"

"Where are you going?" Asked my mother. At first I didn't know who she was talking to until I heard his voice.

"There was something I forgot to say to him." My father said as he lightly stepped away.

"Let Jacob sleep-it can wait." sounding annoyed but my father refused to listen to her.

"It will only take a moment." Then he was gone.

"Are you cold, Bella? Too hot?" Asked Esme with worry in her voice. She was concerned for her as her daughter-in-law but she was also concerned for me as her grandchild.

"No, but thank you, Esme. You worry about me too much." Said my mother with a light easy tone.

"Do you need more blood?" Asked Aunt Rosalie from where she was sitting across the room.

"No I still have some." replied my mother. Momma was turning a different position and I could feel the opportunity to stretch.

I slowly extended my legs and arms hoping that my mother was okay with me doing this. But to my horror, I stretched to far and a loud, terrifying crack sounded through my mother's body. Momma cried out in pain as she held onto her stomach that surrounded me. I instantly fold back up into my small ball and lie motionless. Momma was panting and after a moment passes, she regains her speaking ability.

"Give me a second, Carlisle."

"Bella, I heard something crack. I need to talk a look." He was the closest one to us and his cool hand was on momma's bare skin of her stomach.

"Pretty sure- it was a rib. Ow. Yup. Right here." Carlisle's hands moved away from my mother's stomach to feel around where my feet had been just a few moments before.

"I need to take an X-ray. There may be splinters. We don't want to puncture anything." Carlisle showed no sign of worry in his voice but my father's quick footsteps told all.

"Okay," Said my mother and as we were lifted she was gasping.

"I've already got her," Aunt Rosalie snapped, most likely at my father.

We were carried ever so gently upward to a new room. We were lied down and my father was right beside us. He didn't speak at all, just stayed close to our side. I knew he was hurting for momma because she was hurt but I also knew he was unhappy with me because I did it.

"Edward," replied Carlisle and my father disappeared from our side.

Something big powered up and I was startled if it wasn't for my mother's soothing hands on her stomach patting me, I would have jerked causing her even more pain. I was slightly afraid when Carlisle told my mother to place her hands away from her body. Several moments passed and there was no voices except for the ones down beneath us.

Jacob was down there, talking with Alice. I was surprised that he was still awake based on how he sounded earlier.

"It's defiantly broken, but no splinters. The fetus is stronger than it ever was before, Edward. We have to set a date that, by my recordings, may be vary close. Maybe a week away. Now I can wrap it and she wont feel a thing, but she wont be able to move much. We need her to heal."

Carlisle's and my father's footsteps entered the room and instantly made it over to us. Carlisle was walking us through the wrapping so we wouldn't get hurt, or whether my mother didn't. My father helped hold us up while Carlisle wrapped a gauze like material around her chest. Afterward, Carlisle asked how she felt.

"Thirsty, again, but I cant really feel the rib." Momma sounded like nothing had happened to her which made me feel relieved but knew I had to be much more careful it momma was going to be safe.

Mother and I were again moved back to the sofa down the stairs after my father tried to get us to move to a bed room. But momma didn't want to, she wanted to act normal as possible which meant staying in the living room on the sofa. Momma wanted to surrounded by her vampire family. She loved them all and didn't want to be cast away into a bedroom where it was too small and boring, no one would want to stay in a small bedroom for so long she said, even if it were to visit someone who was sick which she was not.

My mother fed me again and we settled down to get some rest. We were wrapped in several blankets and soon I fell asleep.

After awhile, momma began to stir, which woke me out of my blank, noiseless, sleep. Momma woke up and started to lean forward, but my father spoke up. "Bella, you're not healed. Please, lie back down."

His voice was once again pained and whipped clean of any form of happiness. He was worrying himself out of his mind again, worrying about the worst that could ever happen, imagining the worst that could ever happen. I already knew what he was doing without actually seeing him. Something about me knew things I have never saw or had described. Momma talked to me explaining some things like a clock, a fireplace, the TV, my family who she thought would be thrilled to have me.

She explained everything she saw sometimes but there was things I already knew about when she spoke about. For example, when she said the word sun I knew it was bright and a floating orb that eliminated all darkness from everything it touched. It was just in my mind.

"I just want to sit up. Edward, I feel alright. I don't feel hurt at all." said my mother trying to set up even through my father's protests. "Rosalie?" Rosalie came and lifted us into her arms carrying us to another room that I could here all the echoing sounds of electricity. Bathroom.

"Can I have something to drink, too?" momma asked and I could already here someone rush into the kitchen.

"How do you feel, Bella? Any cramping? There is no bleeding…" We were again moved and then lifted. When we got back to the sofa, momma got her way and the blood.

"Hey, guys. Hey, Bella." said a young voice as he entered the house.

"Seth, its nice to see you." Said my mother.

"I see Jake's found somewhere to sleep even though it doesn't look comfortable." said Seth as his voice seemed to travel closer to us.

"Yeah, we offered beds but we know how stubborn he is about us, of course you are also welcome anytime." my mother's voice seemed right awake, and happy to be talking to this stranger.

"Sweet."

"Seth are you hungry?" Asks Esme.

"Yeah, haven't had breakfast yet and raw meat isn't as good as many would think, but I should be getting back to Leah. I was only here to find Jacob and so now that I found him, I could go tell Leah."

"But its already done." Says my father's mother.

"Okay, only a little bit, though."

"I'll get it, Esme. Go help the others, I know they would appreciate it." His voice was calm with a hint of rage but from where I am, he is hiding it well.

Seth voice comes from right besides us now and my mother scoots closer. She's cold and she would take anything to get warmer. Jacob was sleeping somewhere so he couldn't keep my mother warm. Seth talks about patrol and how happy he is to be with Jake's pack. He is a bubble of happiness that I thought would be wonderful keeping around in a time like this.

Soon, my father was back with human food but Seth says that he would take some to his sister Leah before he had any, just in case. My father had Seth's food waiting when he got back. Seth took his spot by my mother and I again with his food that I could smell. My mother, feeling my discomfort, takes gulps of blood, that Rosalie as soon brought us, to quiet the stench.

"I even got a pillow for the dog." says Rosalie with a grin in her voice.

After a few moments we could all here a growl coming from a distance then the low breathing became much faster. Jacob was now awake. Only Rosalie confirmed it. "About time. The chainsaw impression was getting a little tired."

"Hey, Jake's coming around." Said Seth in a happy manner.

"He came to find you and Esme convinced him to stay for breakfast." My father explained Seth's presence almost as if Jacob was angry that Seth was here.

"Yeah, Jake- I was checking to see if you were okay cause you didn't even phase back. Leah got worried. I told her you probably crashed human, but you know how she is. Anyway, they had all this food and dang- you can cook!" Seth exclaimed shoving more food noisily into his mouth.

"Thank you." After a slight pause, my father continued, "Bella got cold."

Jacob's footsteps got closer. I knew because after listening I could tell which foot pattern and vibrations which person sent through the floor. Aunt Alice's light and dancy, Aunt Rose's confident, my fathers lighter than air, and Jacob's loud and vibrant.

"Leah running patrol?" Jacob's voice fled with emotion, but mostly being overly annoyed.

"Yeah. She's on it. No worries. She'll howl if there's anything. We traded off around midnight. I ran twelve hours." Seth's voice was full of nothing of pride and it would make anyone happy just hearing him.

"Midnight?" Jacob sounded confused like he wasn't sure him sleeping for so long was possible. "Wait a minute- what time is it now?"

"Bout dawn." Seth replied without concern.

"Crap, sorry about that, Seth. Really, you shoulda kicked me awake." Jacob sounded truly sorry but he was just so worn out that he slept longer than he actually attended to.

"Naw, man, you needed some serious sleep. You haven't taken a break since when? Night before your last patrol for Sam? Like forty hours? Fifty? Your not a machine, Jake. 'Sides you didn't miss anything at all." Seth honestly sounded concerned for Jacob that it didn't even sound right that Seth sounded sad. It was nerving.

"How's the rib?" asked Jacob directing his question at my mother.

"Taped up nice and tight. I don't even feel it." Momma sounded like she was never even hurt or even starved. She seemed normal like Jacob or Daddy. Her voice was stronger and though she didn't move much it was like nothing could of ever happened to her.

"What's for breakfast? O negative or AB positive?" Asked Jacob with a fake amused tent to his voice.

"Omelets." replied my mother sounding matter-of-fact.

"Go get some breakfast, Jake. There's a bunch in the kitchen. You gotta be empty." once again Seth sounded concerned.

"What's Leah having for breakfast?"

"Hey, I took food to her before I ate anything." His voice then becoming nervous as he spoke out loud. "She said she'd rather eat road kill, but I bet she caves. These cinnamon rolls…" he trailed off as he again took a huge noisy bite.

"I'll go hunt with her then." Jacob's voice held stubbornness but I knew he wanted real food. He missed it.

My mother took a long deep breath and let it out. I knew she wanted best for Jacob and that she cared about him. Wanted to give him things that he obviously needed like food and a home. But no matter how she tried she wouldn't give in.

"A moment, Jacob?" Carlisle, my grandfather, asked. Suddenly when I thought of Carlisle the word grandfather came to me. Like Esme, she's grandmother.

"Yeah?"

"Speaking of hunting, that's going to be a issue for my family. I understand that our previous truce is inoperative at the moment, so I wanted your advice. Will Sam be hunting for us outside of the perimeter you've created? We don't want to take a chance with hurting any of your family-or any of ours. If you were in our shoes, how would you proceed?"

Clearly Grandfather took Jacob by surprise, but he responded. "It's a risk. Sam's calmed down some, but I'm pretty sure than in his head, the treaty is void. As long as he thinks the tribe, or any other human, is in real danger, he's not going to ask questions first, if you know what I mean. But, with all that, his priority is going to be La Push. There really aren't enough of them to keep a decent watch on the people while putting out hunting parties big enough to do much damage. I'd bet he's keeping close to home. Then I guess I'd say, go out together, just in case. And probably you should go in the day 'cause we'd be expecting night. Traditional vampire stuff. You're fast- go over the mountains and hunt far enough away that theirs no chance he'd send anyone that far from home."

I paid attention to his words for future references, so I would know what to do when the time comes with dealing with the wolves. I would someday help my family. Stand by their side keeping us all safe.

"And leave Bella behind, unprotected?" Grandfather asked calmly.

"What are we, chopped liver?" Jacob snorted.

"Jacob, you can't fight against your brothers."

"I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard, but if they were really coming to kill her-I would be able to stop them."

I knew Jacob was talking about my mother but I also knew that I was left out of that sentence, but the feeling inside made me not hate Jacob for the meaning of his words. I was happy that he was willing to give his life for momma because as long as momma was safe, so would I. My mother would never let something happen to me, and my father would never let my mother be hurt. So even if my father wasn't that willing to have me, he will still protect me as will the rest of my family. Momma will be kept safe.

"No, I didn't mean that you would be… incapable, but that it would be vary wrong. I can't have that on my conscience."

"It wouldn't be on yours, Doc. It would be on mine. And I can take it." At this second Jacob seemed invincible. I knew he would fight his brothers for momma.

"No, Jacob. We will make sure that our actions don't make that a necessity. We'll go three at a time. That's probably the best we can do." Grandfather sighed.

"I don't know, Doc. Dividing down the middle isn't the best strategy."

"We've got some extra abilities that will even it up. If Edward is one of the three, he'll be able to give us a few miles radius of safety."

A pause and I knew my mother was having a hard time at regulating her breath. We tried to listen to every word so we wouldn't miss anything that could happen.

"I'm sure there are other ways, too. Alice, I would imagine you could see which routs would be a mistake?" Asked Grandfather.

"The ones that disappear, easy." she simply replied from a higher level.

Momma was getting more and more stressed each second we listened to this conversation. She tried to calm herself but I knew it was too much for her. All her loved ones were willing to risk their lives to go out and make sure they were not hungry enough to kill her or come after us when I was born, Grandfather simply wanted to go to get more blood-for me.

"Okay then. That's settled. I'll just be on my way. Seth, I'll expect you back at dusk, so get a nap in there somewhere, all right?" Jacob continued towards the exit.

"Sure, Jake. I'll phase back as soon as I'm done. Unless… Do you need me?" for s second I thought he was talking to Jacob but then I heard Jacob.

"She's got a blanket!" Jacob snapped.

"I'm fine, Seth, thanks." Momma said quickly but it was hushed like she was afraid that if she talked above a whisper she would be snapped at, too.

Grandmother Esme's footsteps entered the room and went straight to Jacob. She was trying to make life for them as easy as possible for the three wolves but only one takes advantage, Seth. Someone would have thought that it would be Jacob for how much time he's known my family and is protecting us, but he's not which makes me feel pain.

"Jacob," Grandmother's voice was calm, sweet, and understanding with a lot of hopeful. "I know it's… unappetizing to you, the idea of eating here, where it smells so unpleasant. But I would feel much better if you would take some food with when you go. I know you cant go home, and that's because of us. Please-ease my remorse. Take something to eat."

"Uh, sure, sure. I guess. Maybe Leah's still hungry or something."

"Thank you, Jacob."

"Um, thank you."

"Will you come back later, Jake?" my mother asks in a small voice.

"Uh, I don't know."

"Please? I might get cold." her voice was even quieter.

"Maybe."

"Jacob? I left a basket of clothes on the porch. There for Leah. There freshly washed-I tried to touch them as little as possible. Do you mind taking them to her?" Grandmother asked.

"On it," he replied then left.

Jacob left and I felt empty.

Momma went to the bathroom again and then had more blood. My father turned on something with unfamiliar voices speaking through it but it was calming for it wasn't so silent. But that wasn't enough to keep me awake. I fell into a deep slumber dreaming on my family's voices.

It wasn't too long until I was awaken by the sound of momma's voice calling out from the pain that was happening within her. Voices were around us but I was in the state of sleep to fully understand what was happening to her.

"Even human babies are known to break their mother's ribs, it's completely normal." Says my Aunt Rose once.

We are quickly picked up and taken again upwards. I am a little scared but soon find out that I had cracked another one of my mother's ribs. My father stayed downstairs this time, Seth was asking him why not take momma and I and go away from here. Away from the wolves. His answer was that we have all of the equipment here and it was hard for Grandfather to get more blood somewhere new. That is what he was doing now my father told him, getting more blood. Daddy didn't want to risk it anyway I was too big and momma was in much to much pain to be moved away.

We were back downstairs when the phone rings. It rings a lot lately. Grandmother usually talks to the man on the other end. He seems to always want to talk to my mother asking questions. Is Bella okay? When is Bella coming home? But not once dose Grandmother tell him about me.

"Let me talk to him." momma says today. She is setting up on the sofa, her voice as normal as ever Grandfather says. So she ended up getting her way.

"Dad?" asks he father as she is handed the phone.

"Bella, how are you? Are you okay? They wouldn't let me talk to you but I called everyday."

"Yeah, dad. I'm getting better. I feel great actually but I am stuck here in the hospital. They want to do more tests…" She trails off and I could faintly here the emotion come into her voice.

"When are you coming home, Bella? I miss you like crazy." My other grandpa said.

"I miss you, too, dad. But I'm fine. Ah, dad I have to go, but I promise I'll call you later, okay?" she asks then a peep of the phone and momma cries.

"Hey, its okay." said my father as he comes over to comfort her.

Shortly after, Seth decides to leave but before he could go momma asked if he would ask Jacob if he would come back. We missed him being here, made us feel safe, but when he is not here-we are always so sad. He reassured momma that he would as soon as he talked to Jacob.

Grandfather constantly checked my mother's ribs and temperature. They had wrapped us in a million blankets and when momma ran a fever, daddy would cool her by putting an arm around us or something along those lines.

Momma constantly asked for Jacob. Momma tried to explain why she wanted him but could never fully understand the emotion. She didn't know why she wanted Jacob, she just did she supposed. No one asked her again, though.

"He'll come." father would say but we never believed him. Jacob didn't like it here, you could just tell they the way he talked. He wasn't happy he was always angry.

Momma never talked about Grandpa again, and she also didn't asks about someone named Renee. Apparently she called a lot to only momma never offered to take the phone like she had with Grandpa.

"Rosalie, I need to go." Momma said for the hundredth time.

She lifts us up and takes us to the bathroom again. But when we got back a bugging at my body told me that Jacob had returned.

"Oh wonderful, I knew I smelt something nasty." Said Aunt Rosalie but I don't think she was trying to be mean. I think she is warming up to him and likes how he messes with her.

"Jacob," Momma breaths, "You came."

"Hi, Bells," Says Jacob.

Momma is feeling vary emotional as to which I know she couldn't speak. Jacob took little steps until he was right beside us. "Are you cold?" he asks.

"I'm fine." replies my mother.

"Bella, you know what Carlisle told you." Said Aunt Rosalie. "Don't downplay anything. It doesn't help us take care of either of you."

"Okay, I'm a little cold. Edward, can you hand me that blanket?" My mother asks my father.

"Isn't that sort of the point of me being here?" Asked Jacob with an amused voice.

"You just walked in after running all day, I'd bet. Put your feet up for a minute. I'll warm up again in no time." My mother was always funny at times. She acted like a child and I loved her for it.

There was movement close by and knew it was Jacob. My body told me when he was near. Now that he was here, I started to give into sleep… But I really didn't get to sleep. Jacob was laughing too loud.

"What's so funny?"

"I got food in her hair." He laughed. Any sign of Aunt Rosalie staring to tolerate him was now gone.

"I'm not going to forget this, dog." She hisses.

"S'not so hard to erase a blonds memory. Just blow in her ear." Jacob laughed.

"Get some new jokes."

By that time I felt tight and cramped. I had to stretch if only a little. I actually felt literal pain and if I didn't move, it would get worse. Vary slowly, I extend my limbs stretching as far as I dared. It felt nice but then I noticed the room has bone quiet.

"C'mon, Jake. Leave Rose al-" momma sucked in a huge sharp breath and held it in her lungs. "He's just-stretching." momma said through clenched teeth.

"Carlisle," said my father in a worried voice.

"Right here." He instantly replied getting closer.

"Okay," Mother say's as I get back into a comfortable position. "Think it's over. Poor kid doesn't have enough room, that's all." said my mother as she patted the wall around me. "He's getting so big, you know? He reminds me of you, Jake."

"Do not compare me to that thing." Jacob's voice was cold and scary.

"I just meant your growth spurt. You shot straight up. I could watch you getting taller by the minute. He's like that, too. Growing so fast."

Momma had me comforted and so I fell back into the rhythmic breathing she had set for us and listened to her hart. It put me to sleep like the most wonderful lullaby.