This is Book III of the Aurora series. The other two can be found on my profile. The full summary is listed below, but the first paragraph of it is more like background information behind the Altaira, who will be a major part of this story. The first chapter opens with Renesmee's dream like the other two and is in her POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original ideas, characters, etc. of the Twilight Saga. All are property of Stephenie Meyer and their respective owners. This is purely fan made.
Summary: The Altaira are an ancient clan that has been around for centuries. For years they rivaled the Volturi, desperately trying to take the world in which they ruled out from under them. They have engaged in several wars, the last of which occurred almost 200 years ago, leaving the Altaira severely damaged. Now, their clan has built up, they have a new leader, and a new plan. They are ready to overthrow the Volturi, destroy the powerful clans like the Denali's and Cullens, and create one empire for themselves to span the entire globe.
Renesmee Cullen thought her life was finally just about to calm down and turn normal for once, until it hit a little snag. The imprint. Now, she's on the run, needing to escape from the lies they told and a vampire war that threatens them. She wants nothing to do with the Altaira or the war they are creating, but what happens when while fleeing to Brazil, she lands right in the middle of it? She learns many of the Altaira's covered up secrets and their weaknesses. She learns of a way to stop them, and in doing so, the alter ego of herself that will threaten to take over the goodness in her soul. Will she choose to help stop them and succumb to the darkness that consumes her inside? Or will she just stand by and watch as they rip down the family and people she loves so dearly?
Aurora Book III: Resurrection
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Only the outline of two dark eyes glared at me from the mirror that I stood before; my reflection was one that I no longer recognized. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see the shadows of my newfound physical appearance; my old features hidden behind. The once familiar brown irises now staring through me only brought chills to my hardened bones. They were dead; no longer dancing with the passions of life. The only thing alive in them was the traces of distant memories.
I directed my gaze to take in the whole of my glorious reflection; the goddess of night and darkness. My pearl face illuminated in the glowing candlelight. A faint scarlet stung my cheeks, a crimson red that matched my ruby lips, as if they were dipped in blood. They gave off the air of this new seductive persona I was carrying, just one of my many features now highlighted by my startling new visage. It was rendered true, I had grown fast, stepping away from my adolescent appearance and into the one I never believed I would become; my adult self. The true vampire within me; all human similarities gone. I was no longer the awkward teenager with deathly pale skin. No, I was the goddess out of someone's fantasy, in an idealistic, dreamlike state, beheld with elegance and the epitome of beauty.
It was thanks to the diadem that now encircled my head that I owed this appreciation to. It was engraved with a crimson script 'A', rubies and amethysts running the golden vines that entwined around it. The necklace that hung from around my slender neck matched perfectly, a golden chain leading to an 'A', emblazoned with rubies and golden vines, the faint outline of a stake running through it.
I continued to mull over my reflection, taking in the midnight blue gown that framed my figure. My neckline was naked except for the necklace still hanging there. The dress hung tightly off my shoulders, dipping deep near my chest to reveal more of my fully budded breasts. The skirt was full in back, but a large slit ran up the center in the front and stopped just before my hips, revealing my skinny legs beneath that were covered only by the black tight sheer. I was the embodiment of seductiveness, elegance, and the pristine malice I was supposed to shed.
My thoughts were distracted from my appearance when I felt a prickling at the back of my neck, my breath catching in my throat. I directed my gaze downward, not daring to look at the new reflection I felt creeping towards me. I felt the ice spread throughout my body before the cold hand even reached for mine. The stone hand clutched my warm palm, as the other ran its' way up my arm, leaving goose bumps in it's' wake, before landing on my neck. A shiver crawled through my spine.
"You look beautiful, my queen," the malevolent voice whispered into my ear, his cold breath coming out of his mouth in a rush.
Finally, I brought my face up to look back into the mirror and saw the ruby red searing through me from underneath a thick wave of black hair. Fiery tints glinted in the eyes from the evil they held in the depths of his soul. They stuck out in his dark presence, along with the 'A' that hung from the collar of his long cloak. I watched as his mouth turned into a cackling laugh, a high-pitched scream in the distance, before I was dragged back into consciousness….
I woke with a start, my eyes flying open to take in my surroundings. I stifled a groan as I moved my stiff legs out from under the crate that they were pinned underneath. I pushed my back up straighter against the brick wall that now supported my exhausted body. The world was dark around me and the air full of mist and moisture. I looked around and saw no one. No one must have seen me as I fell asleep in the distant dark alley, amongst piles of empty crates. I didn't really know where I was. All I knew was that I was in some crowded city in Brazil. I had run away almost three weeks ago. I was now lost in the world and I didn't know how to find my family or how to be found.
My solitude hit me in the chest like a brick and I gasped out, choking on air and hysterical tears. It now seemed so pointless for what I had done. There was no reason for me to run away. I had gotten upset over a few lies. That's it. But yet, I couldn't bring myself to go back there; not yet.
Memories from the day I escaped passed through my brain, and I reached out my hand in front of me to touch someone's cheek, to show them my thoughts like my gift allowed me to do, but there was no one there. Only the cold brick wall behind me and the crates covering the hollow ground of the alley were there to keep me company.
A pang of guilt hit me. The same twinge that shot through me whenever I thought of how I had left my family. How one minute they thought everything was fine, and the next I was gone, with only a note left behind.
I thought of Jacob and the sense of betrayal I felt toward him, but also the same longing. My heart still cried out for him every minute of every day, but I still felt the anger and hurt etched all over my body. As if one lie wasn't bad enough, what was two more, three more?
My entire being was a mystery to me. My life had practically been planned out for me, and I didn't have any say. I didn't have any choice. I hated Jacob and my family for this reason. For this imprint that made sure all along I would only belong to Jacob. No if, ands, or buts. I was his and he was mine. Nothing could change that.
I left Jacob standing there in the forest when he confessed to me of the imprint. I had stood for a moment in shock, but when the truth of his words finally sank in, I ran, as far as I could, back to my Buffalo house, desperately trying to escape his words and what they meant.
I kept myself locked in my room for a week, reminiscing on old memories and how the truth seemed to add up; why I hurt so much when Jacob was gone and the bond that we had formed since I was a baby. Everything fit and I found myself smacking the side of my head because of my ignorance.
It was there in the depths and solitude of my room did I come up with a plan. I was tired of my family swooping down on me every minute. I was tired of being trapped in truths that they never bothered to tell me. I was angry at all of them; not just Jacob and my parents. I was tired of them consuming themselves in a war with a clan, the Altaira, that I didn't care about, didn't want any part of. I wanted to feel free and alive. I didn't want to be afraid to walk out of the house anymore, or feel threatened. I didn't want to be trapped anymore, I wanted to be free.
It worked to my advantage that Alice couldn't see me in her visions. She would never see what was coming. It made it all that much easier for me to just simply slip out my window and run as fast as I could, my family not suspecting a thing. I left note for them to find, telling them I would be back as soon as I could, not to worry, and I loved them all more than anything. I didn't bring much with me. I left my cell phone so I wouldn't be tempted to contact them or allow them to contact me. All I brought was a backpack full of an extra set of clothes, money, a credit card, a few granola bars, and the statue of an angel that someone very special had given to me. I had left basically everything behind me.
I was fast, but not as fast as a true vampire. I needed to stop and catch my breath after ten minutes, but by the time I was halfway across the country, they probably never even caught on. I thought about going up to Alaska, to see Aiden, a friend that I felt I could talk to and would understand. I quickly ruled that idea out when Aiden's last words to me sank in. He didn't want to see me for a long time, in order to make the separation easier. I had to be a good friend in return and help him keep that promise. Besides, he was probably already gone, getting ready to defeat the Altaira himself.
In the three weeks I had been gone, I traveled the continental U.S. and down to South America. I first started off going south, all the way to Virginia. I then went across the whole country, all the way to California and down to Texas and New Mexico, where I crossed the border to Mexico. From there, I traveled over some of the islands of the Bahamas, eventually going across the Panama Canal and into South America where I stopped in Brazil.
I only stopped for a few hours in every place, just so I could rest and get some food. I didn't know where I was headed or what I was going to do when I got there. All I knew was that I was exhausted and just wanted to be home with the ones that I loved.
I felt a slight drizzle start to fall from the dark sky above me. I slipped underneath a pile of wooden crates, crouching on my knees to escape the rain. I felt the coldness seep through me and all I could do was weep for the family I left and loneliness I felt consume me, dragging me into a state of despair I never wanted to enter again…
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