For any new readers, this is my sequel to my other story The Nessie Ventures, Book 1: The Witch Apprentice. YOU NEED TO READ THE FIRST BOOK TO UNDERSTAND THE SECOND!

Chapter 1: Don't Bring Me Down

Renesmee

My eyes fluttered open to another groggy morning in my home prison. I groaned and shoved my face into my pillow and I tried desperately to go back into my dreams where I had some freedom. Hopefully it wouldn't be another nightmare like the ones I've been having for the past couple of days…

…I wake up in a prison cell, lying on an uncomfortable bed. The floors are made of muddy concrete and the walls and ceiling are made of cold, hard stone. The bed is unusual because I can see visible bed bugs crawling all over the bed. The bed bugs don't touch me but I still freak out and jump off the bed. As I fall off the bed I bang my head against a tarnished, wooden nightstand.

I turn around and try looking through the drawers of the nightstand but they're empty; instead on top of the nightstand lays a hand mirror. I look into the mirror and it's a perfect reflection of myself now, but when I try to pick the mirror it shatters into large pieces at my touch. I then try to put the pieces back together but when I do the mirror fogs up and I can't even see my reflection anymore.

I'm left utterly bemused at the mirror incident when he walks in. Or she walks in. The person always changes; most of the time its Victor or Natalia but sometimes I get Tom. Anyway, right now Victor has walked in out of nowhere into my tiny jail cell and of course he's not smiling. He looks at me in a despicable way before he saunters over to sit beside me. Once next to me he whispers something in my ear that I can't hear because his words are incoherent to me. But I don't have time to figure out what he means because he then pules out a knife and aims to stab me…

…And then I wake up.

And the cycle repeats again and again until I finally decide to wake up.

I sit myself up on my bed and watch the gray clouds outside my window drift across the sky so I can collect my thoughts. I sigh and breathe in the morning air before walking over to my walk-in closet.

I pull out the first two clothing items (which are a pair of jeans and a buttoned red blouse) and quickly change. I then proceed my regular morning with brushing my teeth and hair in the bathroom, and eating a hearty bowl of honey-nut Cheerios in the dining room.

I can tell my parents aren't home from the absence of noisy chatter and clatter and the lack of life (no pun intended) in the house besides myself. When my parents aren't home I just have to wait for Jacob to come and watch over me.

Usually you wouldn't leave a grounded kid home alone but I know better than to try and pull anything funny. They've got me outnumbered eight to one (plus a few extra wolves and one of those eight are a mind reader).

I had some freedom though. I was still allowed to hunt with Jacob and outsiders such as Christa and Charlie could come and visit. My parents had dropped the No Interaction Law after a week and other family members were allowed to talk to me freely. Aunt Rosie and Alice and a couple others came by almost everyday to save me from the depths of boredom.

I checked the calendar to see how many days left I had of my imprisonment. I was grounded February 2nd and today was… March 2nd. I was only grounded a month. Which means…

I'm not grounded anymore.

"Woohoo!" I shouted, "I'm a free woman! Finally! Woohoo!"

I cheered and shouted some more and even got on top of the table and started to dance. But then it hit me.

No I mean it really hit me.

A paper airplane came soaring through the open window almost majestically and crashed right into my head and landed on the floor. I jumped off the table and picked up the plane from the ground and studied how only a supreme being could make such a well crafted paper airplane. I unfolded the paper airplane to find a note.

Dear Nessie,

I knew you would react like this so I would like to tell you that you were grounded at twelve o' nine p.m. (western standard time) on February 2nd. Right now it is eight o' four a.m. on March 2nd. You still have four hours, five minutes, and thirty-three seconds left to be grounded.

Sincerely,

Someone you know

"They have to be so dang punctual," I grumbled to myself.

"Hello Renesmee," My Aunt Rosie sang as she swung open the front door and danced gracefully into the cottage. And it was so not a coincidence that Aunt Rosie arrives at the times when I get suspicious of her husband throwing paper airplanes into my room…incessantly…

"Hey Aunt Rosie," I asked in my most polite voice, "Do you want to end my grounding just a couple hours early?"

"Unfortunately that's not up to me," she replied.

"My parents will say no."

"Then there's not much I can do, is there?"

"Don't you think this punishment has been just a tad bit too harsh?"

"Hhhmm," Rosalie hummed and started to gently stroke my hair, "You did go behind our backs and put yourself and possibly Christa in serious danger…but maybe I would have made the punishment three weeks long and not a whole month. At least those awful gashes on your leg and your broken ribs have healed."

"I guess so…so why are you here? Is it make-up or dress-up this time?"

"I actually came here to deliver good news." Aunt Rosie then slipped her hand into the back pocket of her designer jeans and pulled out a small, cream-colored envelope.

"It's a wedding invite," She said then handed me the envelope.

"What?" I asked incredulously while using my index finger to break the seal of the letter. I pulled out the letter and my jaw nearly dropped at the words inside.

You are cordially invited

to attend the wedding ceremony of

Charlie Swan

And

Sue Clearwater

On the second of May

Two-thousand and twelve

At three o' clock in the afternoon

Reception to follow

At the Swan House

93 Westfield Ave.

Forks, Washington

I look up at Aunt Rosie.

"Congratulations," Aunt Rosie says, "You're going to be a flowergirl!"

Sage

He's late.

Again.

Not that I'm surprised. He's usually late to all our recent dates. He's even late to the dates he sets up for us like today when he begged me all last night over the phone to come at eight in the morning to La Push beach for a "surprise." Well it better be a good surprise if he's already twenty-five minutes late…

I rock the piece of driftwood I'm sitting on back and forth and start taking my anger out by kicking the feeble sand. Soon enough the thin piece of driftwood breaks from under me and it drops me into the muddy, damp sand. I look for somewhere else to sit and find another piece of driftwood a couple yards away.

Why is he always late? Better yet why is he always late and never has a good reason for being late. "Oh Jacob needed a favor from me"…What favor?…"I sprained my ankle on the way here"…So why are you walking perfectly fine?..."I was running through the woods and a bear found me"…So how are you still alive?

One would say that Seth is lying if there are so many times he's late and there's always a different excuse for being late. Ellie suggests that he might be cheating on me, but Christa says that maybe he's having a tough time with something that he's not telling me about. I hope the latter (Christa) is right because, despite all the stories and never being on time, I don't think Seth would ever cheat on me or consistently tell me lies. And it hurts what I'm about to do…

"Hey Sage!"

Speak of the Devil.

I turn around and there's Prince Charming running full speed down the beach and by the time I registered him running he was just a few yards from me. Before I can protest, he picks me up and twirls me around in his most gentle bone-crushing hug. He puts me down and all I can do is give him my most intent stare.

"I know. I know," Seth says as he picks up me mood, "I know how you feel and I know that you're mad that I'm always late to our dates and I know it's never because of a good reason. But you have to bear with me because it's kind of complicated and I'll tell you more about it one day. But for right now the reason I'm late is because-"

"Shush," I say cutting him off and putting a hand over his mouth.

"I don't want to hear it, okay?" Seth nods at my question and I take my hand away from his face, buts of course he takes my hand back and he holds my hand in his.

"Look Seth you're always so busy and I get that, but then maybe it isn't a good idea for…for…," I trail off without a conclusion.

"For…what?" Seth asks and I can already see his eyes going wide.

"For…us…to stop going on dates." I bite my lip and look down so I don't have to meet his eyes.

"You mean for us to just stop dating?" Seth asks and I can already hear his voice cracking.

"If it's for the best then I think we should take a break from going out. I still love you but I things just aren't the same as they were and so maybe we should be friends until you can sort things out." I slip my hand out from Seth's.

"You want to break up?"

"Not for good but just for now. I'm sorry."

"Can you look at me?"

I don't dare let my head move up to face him because I'm afraid of his expression. Yet Seth puts his hand under my chin and pulls my head up to face him. His expression isn't as bad as I thought-I mean he still looks like he's on the brink of tears but I guess he was also expecting me to react like this.

"I know I'm not the best boyfriend in the world right now, but I do love you and I want to make this work. For the both of us. I understand that you're upset and you have every right to be upset but I can't let you go even if it is for a little while. You're still very important to me and I would put you before all else. We also don't have to keep going on dates we can just hang out at my house or yours or wherever. We can take things slower. Just give me another chance."

"Oh I don't know…"

"Besides, who's going to be at the wedding with me if we break up?"

My breath hitched. "W-w-wedding? What wedding?"

"That's part of the surprise," Seth explained, "My mom's getting married, er, re-married. I'm one of the groomsmen and if my mother doesn't have a lot of bridesmaids, she said you could be one if you wanted to. My mom really likes you I think."

"What? Really? I didn't know, but congratulations."

"It'll be a lonely wedding for me without you." Seth put out his hand as an invitation for me to take it.

"Fine," I agreed and took his hand, "But if things aren't working well after the wedding then we're taking a break."

"Thank you so much. I won't let you down again!" Seth then pulled me into another gentle hug before I could protest for a long couple of minutes.

"But could you at least be a little bit more punctual on time if you don't mind? Please?" I pleaded while squirming out of Seth's hug.

"Of course," Seth obliged, "Now time for the other part of the surprise."

"What?" I asked as he tugged my hand and lead me into the direction of the woods…

Christa

"Where is he?" I asked.

"Who?" Ellie asked.

"Jericho, he needs to fix something for me."

Note to self, never let Jericho near electronics again. I let Jericho use my computer for five minutes and the idiot spills diet Coke on the keyboard and now it won't work. I told the idiot that he either has to somehow fix the keyboard or he has to replace it, and then he just ran away!

"Oh! Jericho," Ellie said, "I saw him run into the kitchen."

"Thanks," I said then made my to the kitchen. I was just about to enter the kitchen when Dominic appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of the kitchen door, blocking my way.

After the battle with Victor, we had taken Dominic in as prisoner and then a couple days later we had let him join our little ragtag gang of mystical beings. Like Jericho, Dominic didn't really like fighting and Victor but Victor had forced him to be a wizard and to join him in his battle against us. Dominic would have abandoned Victor but Dominic is still a very young wizard and not as strong as someone like Jericho, so if Dominic ever left Victor then Victor could easily find Dominic again and kill him.

Dominic apologized to Sage and Ellie for how he attacked them on the battlefield and even thanked us for killing Victor. Though of course we were still wary of Dominic and we kept him only in the house with at least one of us. So what Dominic was about to say might have erased some suspicion I had about him.

"Hey Christa, how you doing?" Dominic greeted.

"Fine, do you mind moving over so I can get into the kitchen?"

"I heard about what Jericho did." I deadpanned.

"So I was wondering, you know I'm not too good at fixing things, but I'll replace the keyboard for Jericho if you like.

I raised an eyebrow "Seriously?"

"Oh sure I mean a computer keyboard isn't that expensive."

"Well-"

"Wait!" Screamed a voice in the kitchen. Just then Jericho came rushing out of the kitchen so fast that he almost hit Dominic on the back with the door.

"Don't worry, I'll fix the keyboard. It's only a little cleaning up to do anyway."

Both Dominic and me raised our eyebrows.

"Don't worry Dominic I'll really fix it. You don't have to buy anything."

"Oh…okay," Dominic mumbled confusedly before walking out of the room.

Jericho then looked at me and asked, "What?"

"Do you have a personality crisis or something?"

Author's Note: Oh it's a beautiful new chapter to a new sequel! Yay! By the way, the dream Nessie has in the beginning is only meant to show her feelings it's nothing prophetic…or is it? Also, the address on the wedding invite isn't Charlie's real address. Since they don't say where he lives in neither the book nor the movie I made the address up.

Also update days have moved from Monday to Wednesday. I wanted it to be Friday but I'm probably going to be busy on the weekends during the summer so the middle of the week best fits my schedule and typically other people's schedules. Next chapter update will be this Wednesday and not the next one.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight! I only own the characters I made up! I'm also sorry for any grammar mistakes!