Author's note: I really don't know whether to continue this story. Last time I just got one review so I feel like people aren't liking it but I put up this chapter anyway cause I didn't think it fair for that one person who did for me to stop writing and also thanks to the other person who put my story on their favorites it means a lot. Though I think if I don't get feedback on this chapter I'll probably just email you two the story as it progresses so you aren't left with a "what happened" dillema. But lets hope for the best! Please guys review! Tell me what you think! Suggestions and ideas are welcome. Who knows I might use your idea if it fit's the characters since this story is a work in progress.

WARNING: this chapter contains references to rape intentions that are extremely graphic. I mean extremely graphic! So much so that it could be classified as a rape scene.

The Reaction (Jacob POV)

I had known what she meant the moment the words escaped her full ruby lips. I also knew I wasn't equipped to handle this, this was something in Carlisle's job description. I played dumb anyway, I honestly didn't want to know. I didn't need proof or directness either. I loved her that's all that mattered at this point. Out of sight out of mind right? Nessie, however, had other ideas. I said the first thing I could think of.

"That clumsiness you got from your mother. Did you twist your ankle?" Oh yes real smooth Jake. That won't have her suspecting that you know. I rolled my eyes at myself inwardly but forced a smile anyway. I knew the answer to my question, no she hadn't, but I figured it was a subtle way of giving her a way out. Who was I to add to her turmoil? She was suffering enough and obviously torturing herself wasn't that enough punishment for the both of us? The feign of innocence didn't bide well.

Her wide deep brown eyes suddenly had gold flecks in them. She was angry and beyond exasperated. I knew what she wanted. She thought it was only fair I knew what she'd done. I knew her well enough to read that in her expression of frustration. I could practically feel the angered response bubbling up in her throat. The anger made her cheeks flush, her long hair was plastered to her face. I could think at that moment was ,not that her anger was directed toward me, but how beautiful she looked. All this was followed by a wave of guilt. Here she was suffering, baring her soul to me and all I could think about was how much she had changed, changed into a woman. And what a woman she had become! I didn't dare let my eyes stray beyond her face. I was sure if I let my eyes wander I would've lost all semblance of control.

Her scent intensified with the rain, Jasmine, honeysuckle, and something purely beast inside me was begging me to take her but I fought it back.

I must've had a blank expression on my face. No sooner had my last thought ended, I felt her shaking more than she had been. I looked down and her hands were shakily making their way to my head. She was going to show me! Though I wish she wouldn't, I knew that's what she wanted, what she needed. So instead of stopping her and telling her I knew just to save me the nauseating details I let her show me.

It felt like an eternity had passed and finally her hands made contact with my skin. I was assaulted with detailed images laced with strong emotions. I could see, feel, and taste everything the way she had…everything!

Renesmee had gone to the mall by herself. There was a bounce in her step as she walked into one of the department stores basking in the fact that she had convinced everyone to let her go on her own. She bumped hands with a man who looked to be in his mid forties. Nessie was shocked as she got a flash of what the man was thinking. The man's visual thoughts were practically screaming and it was easy to stay connected to his train of thought for a good amount of time.

The man's mind was racing a mile per minute. He vividly planned what he was going to do with the girl he had been discreetly following throughout the mall. He almost salivated at the thought that she was all alone. Nessie cringed at the fact that her parents would let the little girl, who from the man's memory looked to be no more than ten years old, out of their sight. She growled low in her throat as the final image reached her. He was laying over the little girl's body which he had tied gagged and beaten almost to unconsciousness, bruises marred her body and her face was almost unrecognizable. He took of his clothes forcing her to take him into his mouth loving the way she gagged.

She lost the connection but followed the man nonetheless extremely concerned for the little girls safety. The man was clearly demented. Nessie brainstormed and thought the best way of saving the girl was by offering to be her shopping buddy, if she refused she would use her 'dazzling' smile, as her mother had once put it. She quickened her step starting to pass the vile pig of a man when her arm bumped into his again giving her another glimpse into his thoughts.

He ripped the little girl's clothes off forcefully impaling himself on her. He wanted her to scream, he licked his lips already tasting the pain which to him the best part…the most delicious part. He pictured his fully developed dick tearing unmercifully at the child's undeveloped form pounding into her hard enough to make her scream louder. A malicious laugh rang through his head at the sudden inspiration.

This had Nessie almost snapping she tried breaking the connection as she made her way toward the little girl but she couldn't, she didn't even know how she was able to stay connected.

His mind flashed to a beach scene which Nessie easily recognized as La Push, he obviously had done this before. He smirked inwardly. This little girl at the mall was only an appetizer! Those were his exact thoughts "an appetizer" and then "on to the main course". Nessie was shocked that she could hear what he was thinking. The image of a little girl playing in her one piece bathing suit laughing as she ran to a man to show him what she had found on the beach floor. As the man's visions started clearing the little girl was more visible and so was the man. The nameless faces were recognizable…Quil and Claire!

That was when she snapped. Her rage was uncontrollable, she saw red. It was no secret Nessie had a strong connection with Claire and loved her very much. With vampire speed she grabbed the man roughly and shoved him into a janitor's closet.

Nessie inhaled licking her lips.

"Who the fuck are you!" the man cried in a shaky voice.

She just smirked, "Oh you don't need to know that for what you're here for."

He made a dash toward the door and Nessie pushed him back making him hit his head hard enough to leave a mark. He lifted a shaky hand to the back of his head bringing it back covered with blood.

"YOU FUCKING FREAK!"

Nessie walked calmly toward him like a predator cornering her prey, anger boiling under the surface. She violently grabbed the hand that was covered in blood inhaling the scent. She hadn't had human blood in close to 6 and a half years and the wonderful smell made her dart out her tongue to taste . Last minute she pulled back thinking better of it and smirked. The wheels in her head turning letting the man into her thoughts.

The images she transferred into the man made me cringe.

She was in a dark place, the demented vile creature was tied up. She walked toward him smirking twirling a dagger in her hand teasing him. She leaned toward him in an almost seductive way then made small agonizing shallow cuts on the mans inner thighs inching closer and closer between his legs. She finally took the knife held it up to show him his blood then slashed his cheek deeply. Smirking at the man's cries she took the knife toward his dick cutting him there a few times shallowly. Looking up at him teasingly she took the knife down and unmercifully castrated him.

She let go of his hand effectively cutting the image off. She sniffed the air again. The smell of urine emanated the closet. Her eyes focused on the man and a malicious laugh escaped her. The man was trembling uncontrollably almost huddled up in the corner she had pushed him into and had literally pissed himself. 'Serves him right,' she thought to herself.

She leaned close to his ear her voice a baleful whisper, "You know what the equivalent of little girls' frightened pain filled screams is for me?" She didn't expect an answer but paused for dramatic effect her eyes trained on the erratic pulsing on his neck. The idiot nodded his head no. Nessie smirked, "A sorry excuse for a man's coked curgled screams…you look like a screamer." She didn't know what a screamer looked like but hell she'd put it in there just to strike fear home, "You will satiate my hunger for screams today wont you? One last thing…in your next life…if there's such a thing, though I'm hoping you burn in the pits of hell and the devil comes up with worse torture than the one I showed you…make sure you don't lay eyes on a little girl who not only is four times younger than you but also protected by a vampire and a pack of warewolves." With that she sunk her teeth into his neck secretly wishing she had venom to pull back before she drained him so he could experience the excruciating burn she had heard of then drain him dry. She couldn't even taste the blood all she thought of was killing the man before he got to Claire and getting him back for ever even considering hurting her. When the man's heart rate died completely , Renesmee dropped the limp body to the ground, wiped her hand over her mouth disgusted by the man on the floor and walked out of the janitor's closet.

My mind came back as she retracted her hands. I stared at her blankly going over the images that she had just showed me. I didn't know what to make of them , what to do. I still loved her and truth be told I probably would've torn the man to pieces and Quil would've done so as well. I wasn't questioning her motives mostly just shocked that she could be so malicious. What was I going to do.

My lack of open reaction must've given her the wrong impression. A loud pain-filled sob errupted, I had never heard her in so much pain, it was as though someone was ripping her to shreds. She took off running into the darkened woods further and further away from me.

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