"Jacob Black!" He called to us, loud and clear with my hearing. Suddenly, he appeared directly in front of us. His features were angry, twisted and contorted into an expression I rarely saw spread across my father's face, he was definitely pissed.
"Dad," I began, trying to calm him down. My mom put a hand on his shoulder and smiled down at us, she always loved seeing us happy, and it made me feel better knowing that.
He relaxed in the slightest at her touch, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Jacob," he said behind clenched teeth and closed eyes, "Would you please get off of my daughter." He asked, though it sounded more like an order than a question.
Without a word, Jacob took his arm off of my shoulders slowly, reliving the giant weight that was placed on them.
I sighed, and looked between the two of them. Jacob grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly in response, and something he was thinking made my father's eyes shoot down to our hands entangled in each other.
He closed his eyes again, and my mother whispered to him. "Edward, it's okay. They're both happy and that's all that matters." He opened his eyes, and kissed my mother on the forehead and turned to us again, and looked down at our hands again and smiled.
"I apologize to the both of you, I'm just not used to the fact that my little Renesmee is growing up." He said quietly, still with a crooked smile etching his face slowly.
"It's okay dad." I said, letting go of Jacob's hand, and getting up to give him a hug.
He wrapped his arms round my shoulders, and kissed the top of my head. "Jacob," he said.
"It's okay, Edward." He replied, and stood up to hug my dad, too. "You smell bad." He said after a moment, and they let go, laughing.
"Edward!" My Aunt Alice's little screech broke out, and she was running out to the backyard. "Oh my God, Edward! Bella!" she cried, and appeared in front of us, Emmett and Jasper and Rosalie coming out slowly behind.
My dad let out a chuckle, and mussed Alice's hair. "What's up, four ten?" he smiled.
She slapped his hand away, violently. "This is serious, Edward." She said earnestly.
We all looked at her, Alice was hardly ever serious. It was Alice.
She looked around us, and uttered only one word, "Jane Volturi."
We all froze in shock at the mention of Jane's name. I was told about Jane and the wholly of the Volturi and its Guard. Her powers were inescapable, my mother as an exception, who was immune to all vampire powers dealing with the mind. Jane's power enabled her to make people feel the illusion of pain. In other words, she was the torturer- and she was coming here.
I felt a sudden feeling of stoicism rush over me- Uncle J was obviously here now. Jacob appeared beside me and put his arm around my waist, and kissed my hair. "It's okay," he muttered.
"What does she want?" Emmett asked in all seriousness, too.
Alice stood in a daze for a minute, looking for the answer to Emmett's inquisition.
She looked at me with a terrified look on her face, and then back at Emmett. "Renesmee." She whispered.
A hiss escaped from my mother's throat, and growls emerged from Jacob and my dad.
MY eyes widened in fear, and I felt like I was going to be sick. My stomach rose to my throat, and my mouth dropped.
"Me?" I squeaked, "What does she want with me?" I asked.
"I don't know, Ness," Alice said, coming over to me, and hugging my shoulders. "But we're going to keep you safe."
"Alice, this is Jane Volturi we're talking about. We can't." My mother cried.
"She could kill her, Alice." Jasper said calmly. "If she doesn't like how she has become, she could easily take her away or worse." He said again. I cringed away from the thought.
"She's not touching her!" Emmett interjected.
"When is she coming?" My father asked.
"Tomorrow morning. I can't see if she's bringing Alec or Felix or Aro or anyone else. I can't see, Jacob, GO!" she screamed and pointed toward the woods, and Jacob ran off quickly.
Alice sank to the ground and rubbed her temples, and Jasper held her hand tightly.
"She's changing her mind," she finally said, looking up and speaking directly to me. "She's debating on bringing Aro for back up. Just in case we decide to start another war or something. But she mostly siding on coming by herself, one Volturi member is better than one, at least for us." She said, nodding her head.
"Dad," I said, looking at him.
"Yes love?" he choked out.
"Is Jane going to kill me?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. It was quite possible. I remember pretty clearly, the day that the war between the Volturi and Irina Denali against the rest of the vampire/ werewolf race began. And I was the start of it all. Because I was half vampire- half human, the Volturi believed that should be killed, along with the rest of my family. They never quite explained the reason why in detail, but all I know is that my mother and father broke the vampire law somehow.
"No," he lied. "She most definitely won't."
I nodded and turned back toward the forest and ran.
"Nessie!" they all called for me, but I didn't care. I kept running, and I wasn't sure where. I tripped over a big stick running across the dirt pathway like a serpent. I jumped back up ignoring the blood gushing out of my leg, and the tears streaming down my face furiously. It had to be a very sharp stick, because hardly anything could break through my skin.
I kept running, shoving away my tears with the back of my hand every so often before I ran into something big and rock hard like a wall. I fell back against the ground.
"Nessie!" Jacob's husky voice sounded, as I hit the ground. "Nessie, are you okay?" he asked, lifting me up in his arms.
I nodded, and closed my eyes and leaned against his bare chest. He must have changed into his wolf form previously. "I'm so scared." I cried into him, and he smoothed my bronze hair, pushing it behind my ear.
"It's okay," he whispered and kissed the top of my head. "She won't hurt you, I won't let her touch you."
"I don't want you to get hurt!" I cried again.
"You already have, your leg is gushing blood." He said, setting me back down in the dirt, and he walked a few yards away and grabbed his shirt, and tore a piece off of the sleeve. He came back to me, and wrapped the fabric around my wound, and pushed on it to stop the bleeding.
"Everything is going to be okay. You're overreacting. Jane is nothing but a silly girl with tricks up her sleeve is all. Don't you think we can all out smart her?" he asked, putting massive pressure on my leg, making the cut throb.
I hissed in through clenched teeth as the cut burned a little. "Sorry," he whispered, still looking at me.
"I believe you, but I'm still allowed to be scared." I said, as I remembered the dark haired little girl with the translucent white skin peering at me as I sat on Jacob in his wolf form. Her blood red eyes burning into my chocolate brown ones, making me flinch slightly as a little girl. I didn't know what was happening, all I knew was that I might not have seen my family again, and I was supposed to run away with Jacob if anything happened.
I touched the locket my mother gave me then, that still hung around my neck. I brought myself back to the memory again, recalling Jane's infamous devilish smile that spread across her face in pleasure of the thought of torturing me, but failing on account of my mother's shield.
"Ness," Jacob said, pulling me back to reality.
"Sorry," I said, and looking down at the blue textile wrapped around my white calf. "Thanks." I said.
"You're welcome." He replied, moving his face closer to mine, smiling. I pulled his lips to mine, and kissed him squarely. My heart thumped in my chest, and suddenly, I forgot all about Jane and the rest of the Volturi and did nothing but focus on Jacob.
He pulled away suddenly, and scooped me up in his arms again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and grazed his collar bone lightly as he began to run us back home.
