Bella strode blindly down the street, in any direction, as long as it was away from him. Her recently acquired heels threatened to topple her with every stride, but she kept going, kept walking, ignoring the few wanderers of the empty streets who turned to stare at her glittering skin anymore. She didn't care. Why should she? The volturi could come and tear her to shreds right now, for all it mattered.
She didn't have anything to live for anymore.
She broke into a run – a difficult achievement in these ridiculuous shoes and tight dress, but she managed to sprint at superhuman speed down the pavement, the shops and houses passing in a blur, travelling as fast as she could.
Which was why, when the man cannoned into her, she was knocked completely off her feet and tumbled backwards into an alleyway.
"What's your problem?" he hissed. "Do you want us to be discovered?"
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"Is there anywhere she might have gone? Does she have a favourite pub? Do you know where any of her friends live?"
"You're her daughter,"
"You're her husband," Renesmee retorted angrily, crossing her arms. "so has anyone seen her?"
Edward frowned, as he honed in on the minds of the passers-by. "No, nobody's seen her." He turned to Renesmee, and eyed her outfit with distaste. "Renesmee- when is it ever appropriate to wear a catsuit?"
She wiggled her eyebrows. "I can think of several situations,"
"I don't think PVC really suits you,"
She shrugged. "You told me to cover up, I covered up. Or would you rather I glittered like a five year old in a fairy costume?"
Her father rolled his eyes and pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket. He dialled a number quickly and held it to his ear.
"Who are you calling?"
"I don't think we can find her on our own," he said. "I'm calling Carlisle."