Roxas woke up later, still feeling like his head was full of cotton. He looked around, noting that he was in a room that was all white again. He blinked, trying to clear his head. Slowly, the features of the room came into focus.
It looked like he was in a bedroom of sorts. He wasn't entirely sure because there was more furniture than his bedroom back at HQ had. He decided that it had to be the answer though as he sat up.
The door opened and in walked a tall man with messy copper hair. He was lanky yet leanly muscled. He had the same yellow eyes that most of the other people had here, and a strangely symmetrical face. He sat down next to Roxas.
"Where am I? What's going on?" Roxas asked, feeling uneasy by this man's presence.
"You are back in our home. I apologize for drugging you, but you see, Renesmee likes you. She didn't want to see you leave, and, well, we couldn't make her unhappy."
"Why?" was all Roxas could ask in response.
"You'll understand when she wakes up later. She can explain everything to you." The man smirked.
"No! I want you to tell me now! Or I'll, I'll leave!" There wasn't much threat behind his words. He couldn't feel any of his powers that came with being a nobody. The cookie must've had something to do with it.
"Interesting, the drugs are interfering with your abilities. That's a new one. But then again, most of us wouldn't know anything about that." The man chuckled.
Roxas frowned and got up from the bed. He felt the room sway and fell back down onto the mattress. How could this guy read his mind? Who was he? And what kind of world was this? He'd have to talk to Saix to see if they could close the door to this world when he got back.
The man's face furrowed in confusion. "Close off the door to our world?" he murmured. "Fascinating."
"So, who are you then if I can't leave?" Roxas asked.
"Oh, pardon my bad manners, but my name is Edward Cullen. I am Renesmee's father," he answered and stood to leave. "I will let her know that you are awake." With that, Edward strode from the room and locked the door behind him.
Roxas stumbled from the bed and tried to summon his keyblade. When it didn't come, he began to panic. If he couldn't summon his keyblade or open the Corridor, then he was stuck here until these drugs wore out of his system. But any number of things could happen between now and then, and he wasn't sure he could make it that long.
Maybe if he could just get out the window, and away from the house, he could hide in the surrounding forest until he could access the Corridor. He went to the window and threw it open easily. They must have felt secure that he wouldn't jump since he was on the second floor. But they didn't know that he jumped from much higher on a regular basis without suffering any injuries.
Roxas climbed up onto the sill and judged the distance. It would be absolutely no problem. He jumped, landing in a crouch. As soon as his feet were on the ground, he took off running for the trees, stumbling a few times as the drugs interfered with his balance.
He felt safe in the forest, surrounded by the trees. He continued deeper into the woods, occasionally looking behind him to see if he was being followed. Thankfully, he was alone.
A frustrated sounding scream pierced the air and Roxas spun in the direction it had come from. They must have discovered he was gone. Without waiting for anyone to follow him, he took off running again, finding it easier than before. The drugs must have been wearing off.
Once he felt like he was a safe distance from the house, he stopped and ducked down in the underbrush. He was near a river; he could hear the water gurgling not far away. But that wasn't all he heard. There was a snuffling noise that was steadily growing closer. He shrunk down deeper into the vegetation. He wasn't sure what was making the noise, but he knew that it was not something he wanted to run into.
"Find him, Jacob!" Renesmee commanded. Her voice was too close. Roxas felt his heartbeat speed up with fear. The snuffling was nearer now.
Roxas peeked out of his hiding spot to see a giant reddish wolf sniffing the ground around where he was. On the wolf's back was Renesmee, riding it like a horse. Suddenly, the wolf looked up and fixed its gaze on Roxas.
He tried to back up, to get away, but he was too slow. The wolf pounced, keeping him on the ground with a giant paw. Roxas struggled under the furry thing to no avail as Renesmee slid off of the wolf's back.
"Pick him up, Jacob, but don't hurt him," she told the wolf. It obeyed, picking up Roxas by his hood and holding him a few inches above the ground. Roxas thrashed and struggled to get away, trying to slide out of his jacket.
"Now, now," Renesmee scolded lightly. She held out her hands towards Roxas's face but he batted them away. "Just let me explain Roxas. You'll understand once I do."
"No!" he yelled, still struggling. He could feel his jacket loosening and he increased his efforts. Renesmee ducked under his flailing arms and placed her palm on his face. Roxas felt as her memories, and her self flowed into his mind. He cried out and kicked out, sending the willowy girl flying back. The wolf snarled and shook him in warning before it tossed him to the side and went to check on her.
Roxas blinked from where he laid on the ground, his mind fighting against the onslaught of memories. Because he had very few of his own, hers invaded his mind like a virus, swirling in his thoughts and embedding themselves there. He wanted to get away, but something was stopping him. He wanted to go and help Renesmee, tell her he was sorry for the way he had acted. He grabbed his head and curled into a ball as his mind fought against her memories, her influence over him.
"I'm fine Jacob, just get him and take us home," Renesmee said. The wolf once more picked up Roxas and carried him back to the house, where the rest of her family came to escort him to another room for holding.
