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Author's Note: From here on out, this is my take on what would have happened if the Volturi did end up taking poor, little Nessie. I know a lot of these stories are out there, but I promise to have some twists.
Warnings: While I can promise you that this ff will contain lots of romance, humor, and adventure it will also contain many more darker themes. Coming soon in following chapters, there will be swearing, murder, graphic imagery, demon magic, mentions of rape, and sexual content that may or may not happen outside of the Jacob/Nessie pairing (though, there will definitely be Jessie lemons later on). If you can handle all that, be sure to R&R!
Prologue:
It had been seven years, seven months, three days, ten minutes, and fifty-five seconds. . . Fifty-six seconds, fifty-seven seconds, fifty-eight seconds, fifty-nine seconds. Eleven minutes.
That was how long Renesmee Carlie Cullen had been absent from her own life; that was how long Bella and Edward had spent in search of their daughter; that was how long it had been since Jacob Black last knew sanity. They journeyed across the world, looking for clues, but there was nothing. Not a scrap of clothing, not a scent, not a sign anywhere. With each passing day, it was becoming harder and harder to remember if the tiny, bronze-haired little girl ever existed. It didn't seem like it anymore.
Although, it had been discussed if Renesmee was even still alive, Jacob Black insisted their was a lingering glimmer of faith—the imprint. If Nessie was dead, he would certainly know it. Their connection would be lost and he would be left drifting into the universe once again. He implored on on the hunt for answers; Nessie was somewhere out there, and she was waiting for her family to bring her home.
They would check back home every once in awhile, mostly in hopes that perhaps Renesmee somehow found her way, but she was never there—never there waiting for a simple greeting, never there with her arms wide open for a hug, never there for what would be the best of reunions. Someday, though, someday she would be there and life would be complete once more. And thus, they refused to relinquish their hope.
As Fate would have it one day, when Bella and Edward visited their old cottage in the Forks forest, they sat around the living with a weakening Jacob, until Carlisle arrived with an urgent letter. It was addressed from Italy, marked in burgundy.
Dearest friend Carlisle,
I pray you forgive me for the trespasses I am responsible for committing against you as well as your family, but I fear no amount of groveling could bring redemption to a soul that I have never once possessed, fore now I know that it is I that has been an insect this entire time. There are multiple excuses I could conjure in the fortitude of my mind to make myself believer that I was profit for the greater good, that I have become a mere victim and martyr in my work, but no lie can absolve me of my sins.
Years ago, as you surely can recall, I stole your beautiful granddaughter. My clan desired for the wonderful child's immediate destruction, but I thirsted greedily for her potential. Therefore, I took it upon myself to raise Renesmee in discretion, telling them I would dispose of her myself and kept her hidden. Soon, I fooled myself into believing she was my own daughter, but she never forgot her true family. Carlisle, I have made many mistakes in these stretching centuries, but most of all I regret inflicting too many scars on the sweetest girl in the world.
Carlisle, my old friend, if only I could tell you of my evils—all of them. I realized my corruption much too late and it seems now, Renesmee has been chose to pay for my debt. For there is a new power amongst the world, one of the greatest evil—a monster who lurks in plain sight. Renesmee is in the greatest danger of all, fighting a losing battle.
If you are reading this, I am dead by the hands of a ruthless abomination and it is quickly becoming too late to fend of this monster. I beg you and your coven to restore peace, save Renesmee, and somehow forget what has been done, but do so in haste. Time is running out.
My Best Wishes,
Aro
"What the hell are we waiting for?" Jacob demanded. "Let's go! Nessie's in danger!" He stood up on his bare feet, glancing between the deliberating vampires.
"If only it were that simple, Jacob," Bella whispered in regret, her golden brown irises weary and patted her ice-cold hand upon his fiery shoulders to calm him. "It could be a trick."
"She's right," Edward agreed. "This could be the Volturi's way of getting out attention. They always have their varying motives."
"We have no reason to trust Aro," Doctor Cullen added, though his eyes continued scanning the letter over and over. "We must be act rationally."
"But. . ." Bella folded her arms over her chest. "What if Nessie doesn't have time for rationality? We're over here planning whether or not to even go while she could be hanging over a pit of lava"
"I'm with Bella," Jacob voiced, nodding in agreement. "Nessie is worth the risk."
"If we get ourselves killed, Renesmee will remain lost," Edward reasoned, though his tone was hoarse and reluctant. Not a day had gone by where he hadn't terribly missed his daughter, but they were of no use to anybody dead.
"I'm not afraid," Jacob stated solemnly. His life didn't much without Renesmee. She was the only thing that gave him purpose. "I could get my pack to help out, no problem."
That was true. They, too, believed that Nessie was a vital part of the pack, and everyone loved her as little sister. Or they did at one point, before she was kidnapped. But it was mostly Seth that cared the most about helping Jacob and the Cullens finding Nessie once and for all. On more than one occasion, he suggested they check, and of course they did, but he would insist they check again. But Renesmee was never there. Then again, she wasn't the only one absent from the Volturi home. Most of the time, so was Aro. And now there was a letter, pleading for their help.
What to do, what to do. . .
To Jacob, the solution was plain as day. Go to Italy, get Nessie, kick some vampire kaboose, and be home in time for dinner. But he was no fool. By now, he ad learned things were never that simple. There would be complications, complications that they might be unprepared to handle, but Nessie was his imprint. What else could he do? There was no other choice in his mind—in his heart. He owed her that much for everything she had ever done for him.
"There's always a choice, Jacob," Edward replied, having read the shape-shifter's mind. "However, you are right. We need to expect the unexpected."
Glancing between themselves, Bella, Edward, Carlisle, and Jacob landed on the same conclusion. They knew what they had to do. For a beloved daughter, for the best granddaughter, for a best friend, for the imprint. Possibly walking into a trap wasn't of importance and giving up wasn't on anybody's To Do list. Aro was their only hint to where Nessie could finally be found.
"We're going."