The Call
Full Summary: 7 years post Breaking Dawn; Nessie is beginning her typical teenage life. She goes to school, has her best friends Jacob and Seth, and a boyfriend, Nahuel. Nessie starts questioning the events surrounding her birth. When the truth becomes too much for Nessie to take, she runs off with Nahuel. Strange things start happening and she realizes that Nahuel isn't who he says he is. Now it is up to Nessie to unravel the truth and make her way back home.
Just close your eyes,
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound
Safe and Sound ~Taylor Swift
Prologue
Breathing heavily, I leaned my head against the tree, clutching my bleeding broken wrist to my chest. I could still remember the snapping of the bone underneath his cold, hard hand. I pushed the memory away. I had more pressing matters at the moment, my desperate need to get away from him. I had to reach the river, once there my scent can be washed away. If only I could get there in time.
"Renesmee, why are you running from me? Is that how you are supposed to treat the one you love? The one you pledged your life to?" his smooth voice rang out in the dark moonless night of the forest. I cringed mentally at the use of my name. At first, I thought it was endearing the way he would refuse to use my nickname, Nessie. Now it is only creepy.
Quickly observing my surroundings, I heard the quiet, steady movement of water to the east. Ah, the river. It was my only hope of escaping him, and getting somewhere safe. I had gotten a quick head start but all he has to do is follow my scent, my beating erratically heart, or panting breath and I will be his once again.
Scanning the treetops, I was struck with an epiphany. I vaguely remember my mom telling me a story about the newborn army that had been created for the sole purpose of destroying her and her family. The day before battle, Mom and Dad had laid a false trail, but Mom being Mom, she had fallen and cut her hand. She used the blood to make to her scent stronger. The newborns were crazed. Although, he isn't exactly a newborn, I would hope it would divert his attention long enough to make my escape.
I raised my bleeding arm and brushed it against a couple of trees leading to the west that I passed by. I suddenly reached down to the bottom of my shirt and ripped it in half. I carefully wrapped my hand in the cloth, staunching the blood flow. Hopefully, that would dull the smell of my blood. Now it was time for the next part of my plan. I took an U-turn and quickly darted up the nearest tree. It's possible that the tree will help conceal me. I can only hope he will forget my affinity for climbing trees. He never understood it then, and I'm praying he wouldn't think of it now.
I crouched down waiting for him to come across my trail. I took a deep breath. I had to slow my heart down, before it can give away my position. I closed my eyes and concreted on breathing. As my heart was slowing down, I heard a noise that filled me with dread, the sound of running footsteps becoming closer.
Peering down, I saw him run past my tree in a human pace. That confused me. He had all the strength and speed that came with being a vampire, why wasn't he using it? Why was he hunting me this way? I shook my head. I could think about that later. I really had to get out of here. Looking down, I saw that he was completely focused on the trail of my blood. Now is my time to make my escape. I started jumping from tree branch to tree branch, inching my way closer and closer the river. And then, there it is.
A feral roar rang out through the forest. He reached the end of the trail and didn't find me. "RENESMEE! You cannot run from me. I will find you. Have you forgotten that I know you? I know your secrets. I particularly remember your fondness for trees. How can I forget that, Monkey? How could I forget that your favorite place in the world is at the top of a tree? You belong to me Renesmee and I will find you."
I gasped and glanced behind me in time to notice that the trees were falling left and right. Slowly I realized that the path of falling trees was leading to me. He figured out my escape route. I jumped through the air reaching for the next branch that would put me right over the river. As I prepared to jump in, I felt an arm go around my waist, a warm hand wrap over my mouth dragging me into the dark, cold water.
