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I find speculating on what may happen next with the Cullens one of my favorite pastimes….so here it is.
Full Moon
Chapter 1Captured
All kids feel the need to rebel at some point, right? It wasn't so surprising that I would feel the need to rebel too. Especially considering my very overprotective family. Please don't misunderstand. I love my family dearly. But with the circumstances of my birth and upbringing, its not horribly unbelievable that I'd need to break free. Spread my wings and all that. This is my rationale. This is how I suspend some of the guilt that is beginning to lodge itself into my stomach. I never dreamed that my rebellion would lead to this. How could I know that my intended path to freedom would end in disaster?
The coldness of the cell that I'm locked in is wearing through my bones. I feel so cold without Jacob beside me. Though his howls are distant, they rip through my head like a thousand chainsaws. I know he's hurting….and its killing me. I've always enjoyed the fact that Aunt Alice couldn't "read my future." That for some inexplicable reason both Jacob and I came in a little fuzzy for her. That is until now. Now I wish that Aunt Alice knew exactly where I was….but only a small, selfish part of me. Most of me is still grateful that they are unaware. That they won't be able to put themselves in harm's way. They have no way of knowing that I'm in Volterra, being held by the same Volturi that threatened to destroy me as a young child. It seemed fate was giving Aro a second chance to correct their mistake.
I trembled slightly at the thought of Aro. It was only a matter of time before he came to me. Before he held my hand and saw everything. Aro is one of the ancients. Vampires that have survived for centuries and now made it their duty to hold all other vampires accountable. Judge and jury, there was no escaping their rulings. I had no doubt that he'd already visited Jacob. They all had. Jacob is in wolf form and they're finding it difficult to penetrate his mind. A small smile curls my lips at the annoyance and strain they must be experiencing.
Their tortures are not effective but still Jacob hurts. He hurts for me. He knows that I'm suffering and he's suffering too. I ache from fighting sleep, struggling to stay ever focused and on guard. My throat is raw from screaming and from thirst. But mostly I'm terrified for our child. I finally understand all the rules and bindings my parents tried to keep around me, to keep me safe. I know my unborn child is now at risk and it shakes me to the core with fear. The fatigue of hunger and tension are beginning to wear me down. I can feel myself fighting to stay awake, to stay watchful. Then everything turns dark and I let myself go. I'm dreaming of Jacob and our first night together. My piece of heaven in this ever encroaching hell.
