Main characters: Cullens/Volturi/Quiluete (Copyright owned by Stephenie Meyer)
Jane
It has taken some furtive planning over these past few months. Many lies have been told to make it possible and yet here I am, still determined and still fueled by the same all consuming fury. It has taken too much time, though not enough to calm my anger. Now the moment has come to move forward with my plan. I hear soft footfalls echoing in the hallway approaching my room and hastily toss my half packed bags behind the closet door just as Alec pokes his head in. Alec, my sweet infuriating brother. His face is sympathetic and pitying, yet a gentle smile skims the surface of his handsome face. I hate him when he looks at me like that.
"Ow, Jane!" Alec shouts bracing himself against the doorjamb while clutching at his face.
"Oops, sorry. Lost in thought." I say casually as the vision of me twisting his perfect little nose fades.
"You aren't still mad at me are you?" He asks as he rights himself and gingerly rubs his uninjured nose.
"Mad? Me? What makes you say that?"
"Oh, I don't know, the fact that you just imagined ripping my nose off and you've been moping around here for months."
I smile despite my sullen mood. He's right. I was mad at him for a while and I have been brooding but he is the only one around here I can take my frustration out on without incurring a brutal death sentence.
I hate that too. The fact that we have absolutely no say in any matters within this subterraneous world governed by centuries old vampires. Especially in the matter of those nauseatingly self-righteous Cullens. They deserve much more than a cordial pat on the back for that half human abomination. Renesmee. Her name alone is a wretched amalgam. And yet, here we are, back in our Italian crypt living in stifling secrecy while the perfect Cullens live blatantly in mainstream society with humans. Pretending to be human. Repulsive. I can take them out given the proper chance but the ancient triad of Volturi brothers has developed some sort of lurid compassion for them. Maybe I should take them out as well. My talent is much more destructive than mind reading parlor tricks. Why shouldn't I have a place at the throne? Now that is something of worth to contemplate.
"Jane, you aren't thinking to torture me again are you?"
"What?" I look to Alec and I can see he is mentally bracing himself. The strain of worry on his face is evident as he prepares to counteract me with his own powers.
"Oh, no. I'm bored with that."
"Well you look like you are concentrating awfully hard on something. I can sense it would be painful to whoever its intended."
"Oh, nothing. I am just thinking about doing some traveling."
"Traveling?" He looks incredulous.
"Yes, traveling. You know, being anywhere but here."
"Aw, yes. So we're talking about your daydreams again. Jane, you know Marcus and Caius won't allow it."He says, shaking his head as if that were the end of the conversation on the topic. Yes, the law according to the Volturi brothers. Well, I am sick of it. Sick of the hypocrisy, the nepotism, but most of all I am sick of the Cullens.
"Yes, but Aro won't mind it." I say with finality. Alec sighs, as he always does when I talk about leaving Volterra, and gets up to leave.
"Right, well, I want to remind you that we are to be departing soon. We're paying a visit to the coven in Mexico. It seems that they have been reproducing without consent. We are going to remind them of the laws."He says with a wicked grin. I can't help but smile back. But my delight is short lived. Alec doesn't mind being a pawn in the Volturi coven. He thrives on it. He thrives on the power and fear that comes with the Volturi name. I, on the other hand, am ready for a change in pace. For a chance to make some rules of my own.
"I haven't forgotten." I say.
"Alright then, I'll return to fetch you when it is time."
"Thank you, Alec."
As he leaves, I feel a glimmer of sadness. I don't want to leave Alec behind, but he doesn't share my views. I wish it could be another way but he idolizes the Volturi. They can never do wrong in his eyes.
I haven't been separated from Alec since we were both reborn in a Crimean orphanage centuries ago. Before that, all we had was each other. The rest of our family died in the Black Death that ravaged most of Europe in the 14th century. The Volturi claimed that the casualties of the Black Death are the explanations they provided society in lieu of the truth. That it was, in fact, a ravenous coven's killing spree across Europe until the Volturi stepped in. Since then, the Volturi has adopted us. Alec has enjoyed his position within their ranks. I can't say that I don't enjoy my position, but I guess you can say I've outgrown them. My plans should go smoothly enough. As we make our travel to the Americas, I will take a slight detour to the States and be done with it before anyone notices my absence. I smile with anticipation as the hour approaches.
Renesmee
Going to high school after only a few years of being born isn't the strangest part of my life so far. The hard part has been pretending I am not a child of my parents. I glance at them now talking sweetly to one another over a pot of "prop" coffee. Of course, it's more telepathic than conventional talking but a conversation is taking place nonetheless. Looking at them, I can see I have inherited father's angelic facial features and my mother's warm chestnut hair and slight frame. The one feature we all share, golden colored eyes. This feature, of course, is not hereditary but a lifestyle choice. If not golden, it would be a fierce crimson red.
Essentially, I am going to school with students who still remember my parents attending not too long ago. So when they ask, I just tell them that I am a Cullen, but am Edward's sister who's been away at boarding school. My "brothers and sisters" are now away at college, which is true for my mother. My father, Edward Cullen, already has earned countless degrees, including two doctorates in medicine. My mother, Bella, being turned after graduation from high school last summer, has not yet had the experience of college. After much coercion from my father with the assistance of Uncle Jasper, she is now attending her first semester at Stanford. Of course, it took much more persuasion for me to convince them to let me go to school.
Being half human has made it much easier for me to make friends than it had been for my full Vampire aunts and uncles. Plus, Jacob has transferred from school on the reservation to go with me. A compromise really, for my mother's sake.
"Nessie!" Jacob's voice pierces through my internal babbling.
"Hi, Jake!" I glance over as Jacob's massive frame fills the entire frame of the kitchen door.
"Mornin', Bella! Edward."
"Jacob." Father replies.
"Jacob, hi!"
My mother gushes and gathers him in a warm embrace. An almost inaudible growl vibrates from within my father's chest. My mother extracts herself from Jacob's hold and elbows my father sharply.
"Good Morning." He says by way of apologizing.
"Ready, Ness?"
Jacob says, returning my father's neutral smile then turning on the mega-watt Colgate smile for me. Jacob, my closest friend since I've opened my eyes to this strange, new world. I can still remember, as a small child, excitedly clutching his russet-brown coat as we ran freely through the woods. We've been inseparable since my birth.
"Ready. Let me just grab my bag."
School has been a thrilling experience. It's been fun to not already know everything. Of course, it's taken some training for me to not want to devour my classmates. Luckily, Jacob is here to help me through it daily. Also, thankfully, I have discovered the Snickers bar. Yum. Chocolate seems to be the only thing that can substitute, though temporarily, for the need of blood. We reach the school just in time to find a huge crowd gathered in front. Principal Warner is there with a couple of local state park rangers and Grandpa Charlie. Behind him, the entrance to the school is taped off. As soon as Grandpa sees me, he breaks away from the group.
"Grandpa, what's going on?"
"Nessie, I didn't get a chance to call your parents. There's been an animal attack at your school. Some girl…nevermind. School is closed for the day, why don't you head on home." The news was startling. Nothing this traumatic has happened around here since I was born. Jacob, looked even worse.
"Charlie, what kind of animal was it?" Grandpa looked at Jacob like he wanted to say something, then looked at me and stopped.
"We don't know for sure yet but as soon as we do, we'll let you and the guys know." Their cryptic conversation was annoying me so I grabbed Jacob by the arm.
Jake, what's going on? I am sure he could hear me but he just laid his hand on mine and smiled at me reassuringly.
"Nothing to worry about, Ness, let's go talk to your father."
Right then, I knew something was wrong, something big. Jacob generally avoided talking to my father whenever possible.