Renesmee tries to fulfill her true destiny in order to save her little brother from an eternal life of servitude with an evil vampire ruler.
POV Jacob Black
I had come back after arguing with Edward about Bella. He all of a sudden wanted to turn her into a vampire in order to save her, said it was the only way she'd survive. I was pissed and I stormed out. Now, I'm back and cooled off. Rosalie's back is to the window and she's rocking something in her arms. I step inside the house. Rosalie turns around, but she's so focused on the baby that she doesn't look up.
"How's Bella doing?" I ask her.
"She's dying," Rosalie says, with a warm smile for the child. My blood boils. It's when I realize this witch couldn't care less if Bella lives or dies, something I suspected ever since Bella came back pregnant. I stare at the baby and I'm filled with rage, thinking about what Bella went through, what she's going through. Now, she'll either die or be turned into a vampire. Either way, I still lose her. I feel tremors throughout my body. I am shaking. I'm so mad, I jump up in the air and extend out my left leg. I finally have Rosalie's full attention and she looks up surprised. My foot grazes her chin, and her head spins to the right. She's so shocked, she drops the baby. I swoop down and catch her before she hits the floor. Renesmee lets out a loud screaming cry. Rosalie screams like a banshee. I dash towards the door. She's in front of it in a second and she closes it.
"Put… her… down," Rosalie says, scowling.
"Get the hell out of my way," I warn. She doesn't move or respond. She's waiting on me to obey her. Arrogant witch! I lift my foot and kick her hard in the stomach. She bends down and I maneuver around her, open the door, and leave. Seth and Leah are outside the Cullen house, staring wildly at the baby in my arms. "Leah, take the kid to LaPush. Tell Sam, it's starting," I order.
"What's starting?" she demands.
"A war," I respond. "She looks unsure and worried.
"Jake…"
"Do it!" I order. I hand off the baby to Leah and she takes off running. Seth is unhappy, but he's powerless. "What are you looking at, traitor?" He shakes it head, scared. "Go home. Even though I'm angry with you, I don't want anything to happen to you. Go home, Seth." He turns on his heel and disappears. "This ends now." I step back inside the house. And my head falls back as I am suddenly kicked under the chin. I stumble, but I don't fall. I look around quickly to see who done it. Rosalie.
"You'll pay for this, dog," she says. I charge her with all my might. Crashing into her, we fall on top of the lamp and it crashes into the floor and its light blows. The coffee table also goes down, smashed like a pancake on the pretty carpet. I'm on top of Rosalie and I pull back my fist and let her have it, repeatedly. She's pretty slow for a vampire. She can't stop my lightening fast blows to her face. I stop momentarily to admire my artwork. I grin at all the cracks and dents I made on the ever so vain Rosalie. I laugh.
"Haha! You look like crap!" I say. She is really mad, now. She pounds my chest with both fists, and I go flying in the air. I land on the sofa and roll onto the floor. I shake it off and get to my feet. "Bring it, bloodsucker!"
"It's been brought." She charges me with her mouth open, planning to bite. I buck my eyes, slightly shaken. I move quickly out of her line of attack, and she runs through the kitchen and slides over the counter, unable to stop fast enough. Pots and pans make a loud disturbance. I head up the stairs, but Rosalie is suddenly on my back, weighing me down.
"Get off me!" I yell.
"Tonight, you die, dog!" I head butt her with the back of my skull. She is stunned and slumps down the stairs, unconscious. My brain rattles around inside my head. And I fear blacking out. I turn around and take Rosalie up by her shoulders and I bang her head against the wall of the stairs, repeatedly until I see blood oozing out of the back of her head. She is dead. Fatality!
I leave her there bleeding out red on the champaign colored carpet of the staircase. Who's next? I hear distinct howling in the distance. Sam, Paul, Embry, Collin, Brady, and Jared are here. But, I might not need their help. I look up and see Edward looking at me from the top of the staircase. His clothing and face are stained with Bella's blood. He doesn't react to Rosalie's dead body on the stairs. He is fixated on me.
"You took away the only girl I ever loved," I say, between gritted teeth.
"You're 16, Jacob. You've got time to find another poor, unsuspecting girl to follow around," he says, with a flat voice.
"You son of a bitch!" I charge him. But, it's like charging a stone wall. He is unmoved. I look up at his face, uncertain. With the palm of his hand, he smacks my left cheek hard. And I dizzily tumble down to the bottom of the staircase. The foundation of the house is shaking, as if a strong earthquake is upon us. Edward runs down the stairs while I'm distracted by all the shaking. I let him get close enough, then I poke my fingers into his eyes. He screams out in pain. And his eyes bleed red.
"My eyes!" he shouts. I found a weak spot. Success! He falls to his knees nursing his face. Giant, hairy paws with sharp nails rip into the walls of the house, tearing it open. The floorboards come apart right under my feet. I walk up to Edward while he's whimpering on his knees and I rip his head clean off. I must see Bella one last time. I find her in a room that's been transformed into a hospital room. Blood is pumping into her body from an IV bag. Disgusting. And she looks terrible. She chokes on her own blood and I nearly have a heart attack. Esme, Alice and Emmett, who are crowded around her, look up and see me. "Where's the doctor?" I ask.
"He stepped out to get more blood," Alice answers.
"Your house is being torn to shreds. Don't you give a fuck?"
"We can always get another one," Alice says. "Where's Rose?" I don't hesitate.
"She's dead. I killed her." They all stare at me, mortified.
"Where's the baby?" Esme asks, furious.
"LaPush," I answer. Then, three angry vampires fly towards me like bats straight out of hell. Alice is the closest and so I jam my hand through her chest and pull out her black heart. It crumples to ashes between my fingers. The lights go out and someone grabs me. I scurry out of Emmett's grip, not letting any vampire hold me for too long. The roof is pulled straight off the house and we all look up at giant werewolves with snarling incisors. I head for the shaking stairs, but someone pulls me up by my shirt. I punch at the air, not yet realizing its Paul's wolf. He sets me down on the ground away from the house and turns to go back. "Don't hurt Bella!" I shout. He stops and looks at me. Then, he leaves me.
My heart is pumping major fast. I know the vampires are about to be done like steak fresh off the grill. I race to LaPush to see what's going on with the baby, to see if they've really killed it or not yet. As I approach the LaPush sign, I phase back to my human form and enter the reservation. The air is thick with a certain sickness- Fear. I use my super strong sense of smell to find the half vampire baby. It leads me to White Wolf Jackson, a local shaman. Urgently, I step inside her house without knocking or asking for permission. White Wolf is sitting on the wooden floor with the baby before her. They are surrounded by white candles. The baby has been wrapped in a white blanket that has a pattern of pink hearts. White Wolf looks up, her silvery white hair flowing over her shoulders like water down a waterfall.
"Hello, Jacob," she says with a slight smile. I crouch.
"What are you doing? Get away from her, she's dangerous!"
"She is only a baby. She cannot hurt me." WhiteWolf places her hand above the baby's head and touches her forehead with her index finger.
"You haven't answered my question."
"I am blessing this child with the light of the White Mother, Isis," she responds with her eyes closed, concentrating hard.
"She's half vampire. She's evil."
"She won't be for long."
"How did you get her?"
"The people brought her to me. They fear her, but they want her to be saved. She has a destiny to fulfill." The old woman grins.
"What are you talking about, lady?" I'm getting frustrated.
"Time will tell." The baby is cooing and talking baby nonsense. I get closer and notice her eyes are just like Bella's. I sigh.
"Hand her over," I demand. White Wolf looks at me, expressionless.
"No."
"I am Alpha. You are to obey my orders."
"Power has distorted your mind, young man. You are not my Alpha. And you are not getting this child. Only the mother will receive her."
"Her mother is dead."
"Really?" she smirks. The way she says that makes me question what I think I know. She catches my eyes and I am suddenly entranced by her stare. "Go home, Jacob. Get some rest. In the morning, things will be better." I wake up the next morning in my bedroom. Thoughts of last night, racing through my mind, I hop up and hurriedly get dressed. I don't even speak to Dad when I pass him in the kitchen. I get to Sam's house and bang on the door. "Sam!" I hollar. He opens up on the millionth knock.
"Hi, Jake. I thought you'd come by." He opens the door all the way, and I am stunned by who I see sitting at the table. Bella is sitting at the table with the baby in her arms. She looks up at me.
"Hi, Jake." As if nothing has changed, as if the last two months had never even happened.
"How did you…." I ponder out loud.
"They spared me," she says, looking up at Sam with thankful eyes.
"Are you…"
"A vampire? No. The wolf pack brought me here last night. When the shaman brought me my baby, she healed me with some ancient herbs. I'm fine," she says. I wanted to ask about her bloodsucker friends. I knew the truth, but I wanted to know what she thought about it.
"You're vampire friends –"
"They're all dead," she says, looking right through me with a blank stare. "You got what you wanted."
"Not exactly," I respond. "The important thing is that you're alright. Maybe, later we can talk."
"You destroyed my future. You are the last person I should be talking to," she said, without looking up from the baby. Her words pierced me like a knife through the heart. "But, I forgive you. So, maybe later, when I'm feeling stronger, we can talk." I sigh, relieved to hear that. She doesn't look happy. And I wonder, for the first time ever, if I did the right thing.