The snow was dripping.
Thick drops of pearls landed on the green trees all around us, as the Volturi decided whether to provoke a war over my existence with my coven and friends.
The ground was white, small snowflakes drifting down from the sky to join the battle on Earth. Rocks had been placed all around us by Benjamin, large lumps speckled grey and white.
Aro, a short, ebony haired vampire, walked slightly towards us, forcing small growls from both sides of the civil war. His scarlet eyes focused on me in awe.
"I don't suppose, of course, that young Renesmee Cullen would consider joining our family?"
The question posed at me threw me slightly. From the angry snarls of my family and friends, the idea of me joining was improbable. But whilst it may not be what they wanted, it was what I wanted to choose.
"Renesmee," growled my father, as his hand clamped down on my padded shoulder, "We want the best for you. If you go with those monsters, they will kill you."
Thinking slightly, I skipped forward causing a reflex of muttering and growls behind.
Walking up to Aro, I could feel Jacob and Mother moving with me. But, turning around, I shot them a look that sent them tumbling back in confusion.
Aro smugly grinned at me whilst I padded up t o him. Fastening my brown eyes on him, I lifted my hand up to touch his cheek. He bent down, rumpling his expensive pin stripe suit and allowed me to clasp upon his icy skin.
Focusing, I asked him one small question with me mind.
If I leave with you, will you leave them alone?
"Of course, little one."
That had made my decision. The idea of being free from this depressive little town not only stoked my mind, but my skin. Imagine the heat of Italy, the gondolas and art, fountains and history, free for me to explore.
I had forgotten that I was still sending my thoughts to Aro. He chuckled as he let go of me and set me back to look at me.
"Of course we shall show you our city, young Renesmee."
I had forgotten about my furious family. They were spitting acid at me, leaving me to meekly trot back to them. Father rootled around in my mind as i looked at them vacantly.
"Oh Nessie." He buried his face in my neck. "You don't need to leave just to protect us!" Angry shouting from our friends agreed with him.
But suddenly, the air stilled. Aunt Alice raised her hand, her eyes vacant.
"Let her go." Anger coursed through our group.
"No, Alice!" Mother growled as she thrust me behind her.
"Be quiet Bella." There was sadness in her voice as she skimmed the snow to whisk me over to Aro. I was pulled hurriedly into the sea of black cloaks and red eyes as she stood to talk to him.
Smug laughter rose from the two until he turned away to join the scuffled feet of the Volturi.
"Aro? Eighteen is the age." Alice's voice rose from the group of fighting vampires' that were my family.
Smiling darkly, he turned to pick me up and run like a churning sea along with the other members of the evil civilisation I had just joined.
From somewhere behind me I heard the anguished screeching of a lost mother mingle with the howls of a scorned mate.