A/N: Okaaay...so I'm sorry, I haven't updated in a while. I hope this makes up for it!
Oh, and special thanks to .ones, Kaplu, Queen of Night, Sharon1200, and ChibiCuteygirl for reviewing, alerting, or favouriting this story. Also thanks to my anonymous readers.
Anyhoo...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight...or Jacob would've ditched Bella and Renesmee for me by now (=
Nobody's POV
The plane ride to Tuscany was horrible. Time seemed to be crawling by...and we were all squirming anxiously in our seats. Well...all of us except for one. Renesmee was falling in and out of consciousness. The wound in her neck was still bleeding, and it seemed like it wouldn't heal. She was becoming weaker and weaker...her whole body was limp, and she could barely utter a sound. It was quite scary, actually. A couple time, Edward had impatiently went and spoken – well, threatened – the pilot. We were all scared out of our minds for Renesmee...and worse – there was nothing we could do about it.
Bella's POV
And here we stand. Inside the fantastically dreadful lair of the Volturi. Anticipating the future of Renesmee, and wondering what exactly the Volturi want from her. What could they possibly want with my poor innocent little baby? They've already assessed her and accepted her. What more could they want?
A/N: Oh jeez, I'm sorry. That kinda sucked. But I wanted to mention the plane ride. I was hoping to go into more detail but that's all I got. I didn't wanna just end it there so I added Bella's thought into it. Yes, I have every intention of continuing, but I didn't know how to do it in this chapter, considering how I wrote everything. I'm sorry, I know this is a disappointment...and I promise I'll get more to the point next chapter. It'll actually be about something. The next chapter will be better. I just felt like I needed to write something as much as I needed to write this chapter, since I haven't updated in so long. So again; sorry, sorry, sorry. I won't disappoint you next time (=