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My eyes snapped open. My body coiled to spring and bolted from the house. Her voice echoed in my head. I gulped. Please tell me I'm wrong. Please.

Running inhumanly fast, I followed the sound of the voice. I felt myself moving so fast, I was almost tired by the time I reached what I was looking for….

And stopped dead in my traps.

My eyes widened.

No….

Before my eyes…w-was….

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Audrey's POV

Her elongated straight bronze hair that stopped at her shoulders was pushed back behind her head; her brown orbs held no recognition of the pain cruelty of the world, but simply depths of bemused doors. Her face was pale as ever with a slight tint of a tan edging around the shadows of her face. Her heart was beating at a surprisingly normal rate, and she looked so untainted, so pure it was unsettling. The war that had been going on these past several months, the start of it all, her love for Jacob, none of it in any way remarkably caressed her features.

My lips trembled at the sight.

Renesmee.

Human.

This was hard to believe, hard to come upon. Had that spell really brought her back? All that guilt rising to the surface, what had it meant? All I knew was that confusion wasn't only on her face.

My heart would be hammering now, if not for the fact I had no heartbeat as of several months ago, as I locked eyes with the boy, no man, standing next to her. He looked unbelievably beautiful, his eyes held mine with a warning, and all I knew was one thing: whatever he was, it wasn't human.

My first instinct would normally tell me to lunge, but the warning, however was mere territorial issues. Though I would not follow them, something had to be done. Renesmee had to remember.

For me….for Jacob….for everyone.

In the months Renesmee had left this earth to whatever dimension she fled to, life had become painstakingly miserable. Things had become dull, and now, she was back, as if nothing had happened, as if she didn't even remember what she was.

It was a trick. I tried to convince myself of that, but it wasn't working.

No tricks. Drusilla was right. "Everything comes at a price." I hated when she was right. It made sense now. Renesmee was human. That was the compensation. But it's not like she…forgot? How could she?

Everything that had happened, the laughs, the bad times, the good. The friendship, sisterhood, just everything about it all. In my life, I had never felt so weak until now. So vulnerable. Raw, and unfeeling. For a creature with no heart beat, and powers far beyond normalcy, you would think I would learn my lesson by now. First with my mother, second with her death, third with Lance, and finally with Renesmee.

It was just one of those things in life that weren't nailed down properly.

I simply gazed at her from where I stood, clinging to my shit in hope. Her face casually peered over the crowd of students before returning to the man. Their lips moved but no voice was heard. She watched the two disappear into the crowd of people gathering into the school.

And like that, she was gone from my sight. I let out a sigh as my eyes traveled across the school bemused. Tears stung in the brims. What happened? I wish I knew.

I just couldn't wrap my finger around the fact that I did it. A part of me wanted to go up and show her how much I missed her yet there was the back of my mind that warned me against such rash actions. Emotions were running wild in my mind as I walked to a nearby park and sat on the swings gazing at the school, contemplating.

In my mind I planned out the alternatives. It could be a girl that simply look like Renesmee, but that would be immediately crossed out because I could easily feel her aura with clear certainty. Renesmee had always had this warm brownish glow around her that I always recognized, and even now it still radiated from her as if she was an angel standing in the rays of the sun. Though she knew Renesmee was far from an angel.

A second option; perhaps Renesmee remembered. Would she want to come home? After everything she had been through, all the strife, war, being pregnant even, was that worth it? To come home or to forget. Even though I knew Renesmee was much more optimistic than I, we both knew that the answer to that question was simple. The latter would obviously rule out, however, if that were the case, I would have clearly perceived even the tiniest hints of recognition in her eyes at the sight of me. Moreover, none were found.

My mind wandered over all different types of reasons and rationalizations for this occurrence, though not how it happened. Everyone would know that answer. More simply, just what were the extents? Was this permanent? Temporary?

She was back, but for how long. Or the question still raging, is that really her? I rubbed my temples. Once more, I glanced at the school, noticing the sun had set beyond the clouds. The warm colors of the day were now fading into the darker colors welcoming the night. I realized the whole day, I had been sitting here thinking. Then a bell rang.

This is my chance.

I thought opportunity would be missed when I hadn't seen her but then her face emerged from the school devoid of all emotions. My feet started moving forward before I fell in line behind her. She must have realized she was being followed and glanced behind to see nothing.

Her eyes narrowed then she turned around. I fell into step beside her, as I called out "Wait."

When she stopped, I smiled, "Hey you dork. Why are you walking so fast?"

She looked at me with a bemused look her voice dead, "Do I know you?"

"Renesmee? It's me Audrey, remember?" I said a little breathless.

Her eyes showed more confusion.

"You know, from high school last year, we went to high school in Wisconsin last year; best friends? Ring any bells?" My voiced hitched a little panicked.

How could she forget? I was right here and she looked right at me like I was a stranger. With the same eyes my mother's family gave me. If it weren't Renesmee, I would be angry. I looked at her and reached my hand up to her before she spoke again.

"I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken for somebody else. My name is Claire, and I have never lived anywhere other than England, nor do I have a desire to change that."

I grabbed her arm, unwilling to accept it.

"Are you sure?"

"Look…." she paused.

"Audrey."

"Well, Audrey, look. I don't know what's going on or anything but I'm not lying. My name is Claire, I have lived here with my brother Gabriel all my life, this is the school I go to, as I have been for the past two years. Any more questions or can you let go of my arm now?"

Her words stung me and I realized she was right. I let go, broken.

"Sorry…"

Claire's eyes softened a bit as she grasped the problem.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not her. If she was this important to you, I hope you find her." I already have, I replied in my head.

"Yeah, she was like my sister…."

"Good luck….but I need to --"

"Claire. Let's go."

The voice came from behind me, but I wasn't scared. My neck craned around to glance at him, my eyes widening slightly at what I saw.

The man from my nightmares, standing there looking unfazed by me as if I were a mere insect clinging to the chains on a gate. His eyes were blacker than the night sky, with an eeriness in them that would frighten her, if she was human that is. They held far more knowledge in them than the average teenager would know of the world.

His dark hair fell to his broad shoulders. He was tall, muscular but thin. But, perhaps the most hypnotizing thing about him was his dark aura. I merely watched with fear and sadness as he walked away with Claire.

It was a coincidence, I tried to tell myself. Purely that. It wasn't working. My mind couldn't wrap myself around that idea anymore than I could accept that she forgot. It made no sense whatsoever. Jumping onto the nearest building, I stared at the night city.

There was life everywhere. Teens ready to party for the weekend. Parents eager to be off work, businesses ready for the consumers they were going to gather over the weekend. I just watched, trying to burry my saddening thoughts.

My eyes grazed the nightlights once more, locking me deep in a memory.

"Renesmee," I bellowed.

"Ne?" She said in Japanese, her current favorite language.

I simply laughed, then shook my head. No need to worry her with thoughts. She had to enough to handle without me around to complicate things.

~~ Later that evening~~

The rain poured down upon the symmetry. Though none of my relatives were here, I still felt I had to go somewhere close to a resting place. Tears raced from my eyes, though no sound escaped my lips. I wanted to break down. My mother, so many nightmares of her, had been haunting me lately. Danny was worried, and Renesmee had been gone on vacation for so long.

Emotions were hidden in my heart. Tears were the only vacillate. Smiles and laughs fake. My eyes held nothing. That's how it had become when I was child. Mother would be gone for hours leaving me to fend for myself outside the shelter of our home, having maids lock me out. When she returned, I would be freezing, yet this did not phase her. She would hit me until my blue skin faded purple.

One hit I remember clearly for catching her with one of her many dates. Pressed against a wall, she kept making these odd noises, but when she heard a gasp from my direction, I started running. She was after me in a flash, and I could remember as she had that man hold me down, while she stripped me after sending me multiple hits, then threw me into the pond, in the darkness of the freezing cold night. It was then I started believing my mother was a sadist.

It was only by the kindness of a neighbor I was saved from death. Moreover, my face betrayed no emotions. From that day on, I took her beatings, until I finally started punching back. Only that one time, that one damn time, she had taken things to the extreme.

It was my twelfth birthday. Mother had been behaving oddly lately, lecturing me about finding someone to court me. I hadn't been interested in the idea, no, but my mother insisted relentlessly. Every time I refused I was to be sent to that room without dinner. Only this night was my birthday, I knew my mother had known that, as well as the fact nobody would dare find interest in me. Not with the reputation my mother gave me.

Because it was my birthday, I wanted my mother to tell me something. A question that lingered in my head for years, probably sooner than birth. Who is my father?

When I asked, the reaction, though not entirely unexpected, was still slightly surprising. We had been at dinner when I asked. The maids were just now heading off to the baths after a long week. Once the question came, it was too late to take it back. She first stood up, walked to the window, picked up a vase, then with a swift motion threw it at me. It didn't stop there. No, she started throwing knifes, plates, candles, other priceless glasses.

She kicked me into a corner several times, yelling that I wasn't good enough, that he left her because of me. That it was all my fault. That I should die and Lord should have made her miscarriage. While all this commotion she had managed to throw me across the room many times. She pinned me to a wall, and punched me until I couldn't see. My attempts at trying to stop her were in vain.

She proceeded to take me to the pond, where she started stripping me once more, bare, then threw me into the pond, and proceeded to drown me. She was going to kill me. I knew it then. But as she kept pushing me under and my breaths became less, I felt my heartbeat increase, anger rising, and my insides changing around. I tried to fight it but it was of no use. My teeth lengthened, hair began to cover my body from head to toe, and my head ripped itself from the water, grabbing her arm and biting it off. My inner mind was telling me to stop, this was mother. But the animal took lose, and proceeded in single-handedly killing my own mother.

I became what I always feared. A monster.

I was soon brought to the present when Renesmee put her arm around my limp form. Knees caked in dirt, buried in the ground, tears spilled in rivers. For everything.

"There, there," she had told me.

"Things are okay."

I nodded trying to believe it, but the nightmares were horrible.

"What's wrong?"

"Bad dreams," I panted, knowing that lying wouldn't work here.

She sat beside me and looked at the ever so cloudy sky.

"Want to talk about it?"

"You don't want to hear it."

"I assure you that you would be incorrect. You're my friend, friends look out for each other, Audrey. Or so I've read, now tell me. What's bothering you?"

So I sighed with a nod.

"My past," I began, then summed it up, "My mother abused me."

If I were human, I wouldn't sense the tension from her jaw, and the way her eyes narrowed into slits.

"I apologize."

"Don't…it was a long time ago."

"What happened to her?"

I didn't remember how long the silence went on but the winds picked up ruffling my hair as well as the leaves at my feet.

"She's dead."

Then, Renesmee did nothing but hold for a long time, her head atop mine.

"I don't understand, nor could possibly imagine what it must have been like for you, and for that I do apologize. But, it's like I try to explain to Jacob at times. The past is the past. What happened in the past doesn't create a shadow of who you are today. No matter what deeds, no matter the crimes, you are not judged based on your past, but of what you do with your present. Besides,"

She looked at me and smiled, "I'll always be here to protect you from that and no matter what you were, I don't think you're a monster, nor anything but Audrey, my friend now."

She stood up and put her hand down to offer assistance which I took solemnly. She looked up to the sky with a brightened smile.

"Well, look at that. It stopped raining." And she was right. The sun was now bright, chasing away the gray rainy skies.

As we walked home, I asked, "What if I'm not always there to protect you Renesmee?"

She looked at me bemused, "What do you mean?"

"You said you'd protect me. I want to keep the same promise which I will…but if I should ever fail, or need help, what do I do?"

She looked at me for a minute in understanding.

"Jacob."

That's all she needed to say.

My eyes lifted from the trance and I slapped my head. She was right. There was only one thing I could do at a time like this. If Renesmee couldn't remember me, she would remember Jake. He was the love of her life, the one she died for (literally).

I ran as fast as my legs would take me to the house.

Once inside, I rushed upstairs to the nearest phone. I looked at it wondering. Is this the right thing to do? Will he blame me? Will he think it's all my fault? What if he's too distraught to see her now and have the chance she forgets him?

My eyes replayed all the times I saw them together but I had already made the decision.

By the second ring, a voice came through.

"Hello?"

"Jacob?"

"Who is this?"

"Audrey."

Realization must have kicked in. "What do you want?"

"I need your help."

"What for?"

"Just come here. I'm in London, the place we were before….just please Jacob, I need you to go undercover for me up here."

"Fine. I'll be on my way."

"Oh, and one more thing Jake."

A groan. "What is it?"

My voice held confusion, and sweat dripped from my forehead. If it was…what I thought it was…then it would mean, that I was wrong about a lot of things.

"Check Renesmee's grave before you leave…"

"Why?"

Jake's POV

"Why?" I asked bewildered.

But the phone line was already dead.

I slammed it down shut, aggravated. Then I grabbed my coat, before consulting with Leah, Sam, and Seth.

"Another trip Jake?"

"Oh yeah," I said sarcastically.

"Oh boy," Leah muttered.

"More like oh girl," I growled before leaving off in the heavy rain.

What was going on? Why would Audrey suddenly need my help? And why would she need me to look at her grave?

But once I set my paws into the symmetry, I had my answer. My jaw dropped.

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And that's it everyone! I apologize for my EXTREMELY late update. School has been, well, crazy, and I've had writer's block on this chapter. It was difficult. No lie.

And I wanted to ask if anyone could make a trailer or something for this story, and the previous one to it. Or something like that. Maybe like a contest or something, I'm not sure yet.

Anyways, like I said, here's another chapter. Sorry for it being late. I'll try and have the next one out sooner. Read and Review please.

Next time….

Chapter 7: Undercover