Okay I finally finished the next chapter!! It took me a while, so I hope you like it. I didn't read it over, so there might be a few grammer/spelling errors. Thank you to everyone who has read it so far. I'm very happy that so many have The Renesmee Diaries and have enjoyed it so much. Keep reading!

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Entry 3

Dear Diary,

It seems my life has turned up side down, side to side, and back and forth so quickly, and then yet again nothing really has happened at all, that my family (except for mind-reading Daddy) knows about. It all started yesterday afternoon when Lydia's mom decided to call us.

I was sitting in the mansion, eating cereal in the kitchen for breakfast (even though it tastes like sawdust… yuck) in my pajamas. Jakey was eating cereal too, but he seemed to like it, he was on his fifth bowl, but then again, he was always a big eater. Mommy and Daddy were there, but they weren't talking, just watching me eat as if it was the most amusing thing ever. They always seem to be content just watching me. It must be a "I'm a vampire and I've got all the time in the world, so I'll just watch my daughter grow up," thing. I wonder if I'll be like that when I get older.

Oh, wow, I'm getting off topic! Back to breakfast….

Then all of a sudden Mommy's cell phone ring. She had found a way to set it to play the lullaby Daddy had written her every time it rang. Her face brightened at the sound and she grabbed her cell and flipped it open.


I was 100 percent vampire, but my ears were good enough to hear the loud, rackety voice on the other end when it said, "Hello! Is this Renesmee's mom?"

"Uh, yeah," Mom said, her voice soft and pretty in comparison.

"This is Lydia's mom. From the park on Monday," The crackly cell phone voice said.

"Oh yes," My mother said, still sounding friendly despite the clearly annoyed face she wore.

"Well," Lydia's mom said, "I thought it would be nice if our kids got together for a play date tomorrow afternoon."

"Uh," Mom didn't know what to say, she glanced at me and I shrugged, "sure. I guess that is fine."

"Oh goody," the voice rang out from the cell phone, "why doesn't Renesmee come over to our house at twelve o'clock tomorrow."

Mom looked hesistant, but held her composure, "That sounds lovely."

She gave Mommy her address and they exchanged their good-byes.

"Well Renesmee," She said nicely, "looks like you've got your first play date."

Then Auntie Alice bound in the room exclaiming, "Play date, play date, play date! Nessie's made friends!"

Everyone in the room exploded into giggles.

The next day, at eleven fifty eight, I stood on the doorstep of Lydia's house, Jakey standing behind me, one of his warm hands on my coldish shoulder. I smiled happily up at him, and he smiled a fake smile back at me. Everyone in the family was nervous about me going to another person's house, by myself. I had never done anything like that before.

I pressed the doorbell and I heard the chime ring inside the house. My stomach fluttered with anticipation, my first ever play date! I smoothed my red Lacoste cardian, which I wore over red, white, and blue polo that matched, along with a short navy blue skirt. Lydia was at the door in a flash, she must have waiting by the door.

"Hiya," the six year old said excitedly as she opened the door, I walked into their house. I had never been any human before, other than Charlie's, Sue's, and Jacob's. This house didn't seem too different. It was neat as a pin with modern furniture and lots of colors. It seemed organized too. At a quick glance I noticed that there were various systems of organization everywhere and most things were labeled. After taking my surroundings in, I turned back to Lydia.

"Hi," I said cheerfully.

"I'll pick you up at one thirty. Okay, Nessie?" Jake asked through the screen door.

"Alright," I told my favorite werewolf, "Thanks Jakey, see you then."

He waved good-bye and then trotted down the steps and into his car. Lydia closed the door and turned to me.

"So," she said happily, "what do you want to do?"

I shrugged, not knowing exactly what human children did for fun, and then said, "Why don't you pick?"

Lydia paused to think and then said, "Why don't we play Barbies?"

I had absolutely no clue what a Barbie was, so I just smiled and said, "Okay!"

She led me down to her basement and there was a huge spread of plastic toy scattered sporadically, but most were organized in little labeled bins. The floor was carpeted, with lots of room to play. I followed Lydia to a tub full of plastic dolls with perfect bodies. I silently thought to myself that if the dolls were paler, they could be vampires. Lydia picked up doll dressed in a lacy red dress with red stud earrings. The doll had frizzy auburn hair to match.

"I'll be this girl," Lydia told me. "You've got to pick one now."

I had no clue what we were doing with strange figurines, but I picked up with smooth black hair. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a she had on pink tee shirt. In her ears were pink stud earrings.

"Okay, so what should happen in our game?" Lydia asked.

I tried not to look like I had no clue what was going on. "Uh, I don't know. Why don't you pick?"

"Why don't our girls be vampires?" Lydia suggested.

All of a sudden I felt a rush of emotions. Confusion. Suspicion. Fear. Worry. More confusion. A little more confusion. A tad bit more fear. Confusion.

"What do you mean?" I asked, clarifying.

"Don't you know what a vampire is?" Lydia asked.

"Of course I do," I snapped, because I am half a vampire!

"Oh, okay," Lydia was confused now, "well, lets get back to planning out our game."

"Okay," I said.

"Where should they live?" Lydia questioned me.

I saw that she had a white doll sized mansion and I knew at once that it was the perfect vampire house. "That one," I told her.

"Don't you know anything about vampires?" Lydia snapped.

"Yes," I said bluntly, "I know a lot about vampires."

"Well," Lydia informed me, "vampires like to live in dark places because sunlight burns off their skin!"

"No," I argued back, "that's just a myth. They can't go into to the sun because it makes them sparkly."

Lydia laughed, "Your funny Renesmee."

I giggled half-hearted with her, realizing that the general public was uninformed on the lives of real vampires.

"Now," my friend insisted, "I think they should live in this house." She pointed to a dark ski lodge. "We can pretend they ate all the people who lived there and then stole their house."

I began to worry about Lydia's mind; it seemed rather dark.

"Alright," I said.

Lydia and I played our vampire Barbie game. It seemed quite gruesome and violent. I felt hurt that this was what humans thought of vampires. I assumed it was because of novelists played up the gore and evilness, not allowing people to see that we weren't all creatures intent on death and doom. I wanted to cry a bit, but I held it back. What would Lydia think if I burst into tears in middle of Barbie's?

After playing for a while we headed upstairs to her kitchen for a snack. Her mom fixed us cheese and crackers. I wasn't a big fan of crackers. They tasted like cardboard, but I swallowed it down anyway.

"What is your family like?" I asked.

Lydia chewed her cheese as she thought, "Well, you've met my mother. She's interesting. She tries to have a lot of control over her life. She likes control. She controls as many things as she can, because she has learned about what it's like to not be able to control things. And it scares her."

I was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Well," Lydia said, "it's kind of a spooky story." Her voice had changed, to a hushed one.

"About what?"

"Well, you see," Lydia said, "Haven't wondered why you've never seen my father?"

I hadn't actually wondered this, but I nodded anyway.

"A couple years ago, we were living in Seattle. It was late and we were all asleep. My mom woke cause she heard a faint rustling. She looked up and there was strange man in the room, he was picking through her jewelry box. Mom thought that he was just a thief. So, she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. But soon, she could hear his breath near her head and her eyes snapped open. She was face to face with the thief and his bright red eyes. My father woke up instantly, when he felt my mother quiver with fear. 'Just run Amanda, run' my father shouted to her. Mom raced to my room, grabbed me and leapt through the window. As we stumbled down the block into the rain, we could hear a scream come out from the house." Lydia closed her grave eyes. I somehow knew that my free spirited friend was dead serious. Lydia's dad was killed by a vampire. I gulped.

Lydia continued her story, "We went back to the house the police a couple weeks later. There was no blood. The bed was even spread. Nothing was missing. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Except my father's body was no where to be seen. My mom goes to counseling twice a week. She's trying to get over it. But murder is something hard to recover from."

I stared thoughtfully at Lydia.

Then she added, "Oh. Yeah. There was one more thing. But you have to promise to keep it a secret. Okay?"

I nodded, thinking, but not from my dad.

"I got a letter in the mail a couple weeks ago. It had no return address. It was from my dad," Lydia told me.

My puzzled look returned, "but he's dead."

"That's what I thought."

I wondered what this letter said.

"Can I, read this letter?"

Lydia looked at me weirdly, "uh sure. Come with me."

I followed Lydia up to her room, which was decorated in various shades of pink. Her bed was covered in a tulle canopy. She went to her closet and pulled out a small box, inside was an envelope.

"Here it is," Lydia said.

I pulled off the envelope to reveal a note. It read:

Lydia Darling,

Oh how I wish I could tell where I am right now. Never, hopefully will you have to suffer through what I have in suffered in the past two years. Don't ever let your mother forget me. Our love for each other will never die. Never forget I love you too.


I read it five times, committing it to memory.

Just then, there was knock on the door. It was Jacob. I thanked Lydia's mom and I bid Lydia good-bye.

"Your really quiet, Nessie," Jacob said on the way home.

I frowned, "Sorry Jakey. I just have a lot on my mind."

He chuckled, "Did you have fun at your 'play date'?"

"Sure," I said, "I learned was a Barbie was."

When I got home everyone was full of questions, "How was the play date?" "What did you do?" "How was it, interacting with humans?" I answered them and then said that I was really tired and headed back to our cottege.

After laying in bed rolling over my thoughts for about an hour, daddy came in and sat down lightly on the corner of my bed.

I sat up.

"You saw a lot today, didn't you Ness," He said.

I nodded. I thought quickly through everything that had happened.

"You knew already that not all vampires are good," Daddy reminded me. I nodded again.

"Do you think Lydia's dad is still alive?" I asked out loud, my thoughts turning to that note.

"I'm not sure."

My mind ran through the story again. And again. I could practically hear her father's screams.

"Stop," Dad said, "Don't scare yourself. And you don't have to worry. I doubt I'll be murdered by vampires."

I leaned in to hug him.

All of a sudden I knew exactly where Lydia's father was. Why hadn't I thought of it before?

I broke from the hug and scurried to the desk that had moved into my room recently. I pulled a piece of paper and a pen and I wrote out the note again. I underlined the first letter of each sentence.

Lydia Darling,

Oh how I wish I could tell where I am right now. Never, hopefully will you have to suffer through what I have in suffered in the past two years. Don't ever let your mother forget me. Our love for each other will never die. Never forget I love you too.


L-O-N-D-O-N. Lydia's dad was in London.

Then I said, "I know where Lydia's dad is and I'm going to find him and bring him back."

Dad just stared at me.

For Now,


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