Sketched Plans

I walked downstairs slowly, waiting for Alice to say something and not let me go, or my dad to call, knowing my whole plan. I reached the bottom of the stairs, getting a hug from Alice and Jasper.

"Rosalie and Emmet left early. Now, if there's an emergency, we have our cell phones, and you know where we are, so have a good…… now haven't I taught you better than that!" Alice exclaimed. She ran upstairs, rummaged through something, and came back downstairs in thirty seconds. She put a pearl necklace on me, with small, matching, pearl studs in my ears. I smiled, trying not to show my sadness in leaving.

"Now, I could tell you were going for the messy artist look, but now you have the messy artist look, with class," she said, brimming with approval.

"Thank-you Alice," I said, feeling a lump growing in my throat.

"Wait!" she said, stopping me as I turned to leave. She took her fingers and pulled a few strands of my hair around my face, falling in little ringlets, "you can't be a messy artist with a neat bun on your head."

"Alright, now that your finished touches on your masterpiece are perfect, let her leave," Jasper said, with a little nudge; he probably felt my rising anxiety. They waved at me as I drove away; I missed everyone already. I thought through my plan on the drive to the airport, trying not to panic. I was just going to Volterra for a visit, one so I could sketch the scenery and architecture. I frowned, knowing they weren't going to believe that story. Second…..

"Crap," I mumbled under my breath as I walked through the line in the airport. I can't think of another reason; maybe I just happened to have an art trip to the city and I figured I should stop by. No…….. that's just stupid. Telling the truth seemed the only way to go. Sighing, I took out my cell phone, knowing I couldn't call when I got over-seas unless it was an emergency.

"Hello?" a cool voice answered.

"Alice? I have a random question for you. We're supposed to draw something that may bring you fear, and I was thinking about the Volturri. They wanted us to draw something that's different, but related to the fear. What does the entrance to their lair look like?" I asked, leaning against the entrance to the gateway, getting side glances from passengers entering the plane.

"Um, it's at the end of an alley. It looks like a simple dead end, but at the end, there's a simple looking hole in the ground that leads to their place. Now, is that all you want?" she asked, with a hint of frustration in her voice.

"No, just tell everyone I love them," I said sweetly.

"Alright bye," she said, and hung up. I sighed and walked down the gateway to board the plane. I took my seat, placing my bag right next to me. I had brought a brush, hair and body wash, makeup, two shirts, and an extra pair of jeans. I sat in my seat, nervously waiting for the plane to take off. The flight attendant walked down the aisle, sealing the storage compartment, and making sure everyone was comfortable. People eyed me curiously, as well as suspiciously. I glanced at an Italian-mob looking guy, eyeing me distrustfully. I smiled my dazzling smile at him, getting the wide eyed, and mouth agape look. Other that the Mafia wondering why a beautiful person like me was leaving the country, and at such a young age, the plane ride was relaxing and quiet. I took my sketch pad out and drew a rough idea of what the entrance to the Volturri entrance looked like. Then I got carried away, drawing angels with glowering red eyes, and blood coming from their mouths.

"So, are you an aspiring artist, trying to find her inspiration in a different place?" a stewardess said passing by.

"How could you guess?" I said sarcastically, stretching my arms.

"Well, you are sketching, and many people come through here on the same mission," she said, glancing at my picture. She grimaced, and turned to leave, but stopped.

"From the looks of it, you have some demons of your own you need to fight. The sketch is good, but in a nightmare-giving way; try drawing something happier, it'll calm your nerves," she said kindly, walking back down the aisle. I blinked; that was the weirdest, but most helpful conversation/advice I'd been given by a stranger. I flipped the page I began a sketch of Jacob, then drawing me wrapped in his arms. I smiled in apprehension; Jacob's hands cupped my cheek, and his gaze looked just like his. I blinked; maybe being an artist was my career path. I heard a small sigh behind me, turning to see the stewardess again, gazing at the photo.

"Now, that's a beautiful picture! If you don't mind me asking, who is he?" she said longingly.

"Words can't describe what he is to me. He's the love of my life, my best friend, my comfort, happiness, my other half, etcetera…." I said, smiling at the paper.

"Where is he?" she said, glancing around her expectantly. I sighed, feeling the lump again in my throat rising again.

"Safe," I said quietly. I saw the woman stiffen, and then walk away.

After I got off that plane and onto my next half of my trip, I slept the rest of the way, my iPod blaring in my ears. I dreamt of me and my family, all of us hunting together, laughing and enjoying ourselves, only to be ripped my a giant malformed wolf-thing, followed by many grimacing, translucent, red-eyed angels, running and killing off my family one by one. I jerk awake, hearing Seether blaring in my ear; no wonder I was having a difficult time sleeping. A voice called from the intercom, saying in French then English, we were about to land. I sighed gathering all my belongings, knowing I needed to make a phone call very soon, knowing that the many hours it took to get over here, my family realized I was gone.

As I walked towards the car rental area, I felt the sudden nervousness rising in me.

"I need something nice, and fast, preferably a motorcycle," I said, glancing at all the car selections available.

"Um, we have one," the clerk said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Perfect," I said, giving him the right amount of cash. He handed me the key, and I ran out. The motorcycle was black, smelling of new leather, and shined with the new motorcycle gleam. I sighed as I put on the helmet, pulled out of the parking garage and sped out of Florence. I was nothing like my parents when it came to driving fast and not getting caught, but I was decent at catching the small space between cars getting the honking horns and waving fists. I occasionally went between the lines, hoping the police were nowhere around. When I finally came up to the city, it up on a hill, looking like an ancient castle like city, giving off a mysterious ambiance to it, yet drawing everyone to its gates. When my mom had come here last, there had been a guard at a gate, but it was during a festival of some kind. I got to the gate, only to be stopped by the security guard. He looked curiously at me, and motioned for me to take off my helmet. He stared at me curiously, looking me up and down.

"Is there a problem?" I asked it perfect Italian. He gaped in surprise at me; I gave him my most dazzling smile just to throw him off his concentration.

"I'm sorry miss, but I assumed you were American. Some tourists from out of country have been disappearing lately around the city, and well you are a tourist. Even though I assume you are a native to Italy, I would be cautious as you're touring the city," he said, looking around like he was being watched.

"Thank-you for the warning, but if you don't mind, where would be a good place to stay for a while," I said, smiling again. He took out a map hesitantly, showed me a quick way to get to the place to stay, waving as I rode to the place.

The scenery was breathtaking, each cobblestone street placed among the castle like buildings; I felt like a princess lost in a foreign kingdom. Little shops hidden along the pathways and streets spread the scents of freshly baked bread and fine wine. Flags hung discreetly on tall poles, hanging the scarlet flags of their city. When I reached the place, the outside looked like a citadel, and the inside was a breath of sweet air. Candles hung on the wall in Victorian candle holders all around the stone walls, giving a slight macabre sense to the room. The woman behind the desk smiled politely as she gave me a key to a room. As I reached my room, I gasped it delight. The room was on the second floor, overlooking the city. The sounds of the city drifted into my room as I opened the balcony doors; I heard everything from children laughing, to people shouting, to a baby crying and its mother singing to it softly. The bed sheets were the scarlet satin, giving the feeling of royalty with feathery softness. The room had its own bathroom, with had a stain glass window right over the bath tub. The sea of colors shimmered as the sun came out from behind a cloud. The tub looked like something out of a Victorian movie, looking like it was made of marble. I flung myself on the bed and rolled around on the sheets, letting the freshness of clean linenes fill my lungs. I jumped out of bed, ran around the room trying to wake up; I was here on a sort of rescue mission, not to enjoy myself. I looked over to the side table, picking up the phone and dialing the number of my home. It took a few minutes for the call to transfer, seeing as it was long distance. I felt a lump growing in my throat, feeling the sudden homesickness burst in me.

"Hello?" a groggy voice answered. I gasped in surprise; I had forgotten all about the time change.

"Listen carefully, Jacob Black. I can't talk long, but I just wanted to call and say I'm alright, and Jake," I said quietly, "I just want to say that I love you." I heard a thump and a cough and the sound of running feet.

"Jacob! Don't give the phone to anyone else! I just want to talk to you," I said hoarsely.

"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, what the hell are you thinking? You disappear on your way to school, Edward can't find you, of course Alice can't see you, and now we can't find out where the hell you are," he hissed. My voice caught as the tears started to fall down my cheek, getting small sniffle out of me.

"Hey, shhhh, don't cry, it's going to be alright," he whispered, like he was here right beside me right now.

"Jacob, when I hang up, erase the number of the record list on your phone, please," I said quietly, the lump growing in my throat.

"Why the hell would I do that?" he growled.

"You would do anything to keep me safe wouldn't you? Well, I would do anything to keep my whole family safe, you especially, please, just do it for me," I whimpered.

"Where are you? Let me help you, ple-"but I cut him off.

"Jacob Black, no matter what happens, just know that I love you, and I always will," I said, compassion choking in my voice.

"No, Nessie! Listen, just wait a second, just tell me where you are, and it'll be alright!" he exclaimed, voice rising.

"I love you," I whimpered, then hung up. Then the waterworks spilled over like a busted water mane. It was the most difficult thing saying you love someone when you think you're about to die, because each word has to be filled with so much love and affection, it makes you really think that those were your last words to your lover. I cried till the mid-day sun peeked, because by then I had cried myself to sleep. I dreamt of nothing, just a nothing thought dream, only to be woken up by a knock on my door. I looked up groggily, bleary eyed and bed headed, and dragged myself to the door. I opened the door to the smiling clerk from behind the desk holding something in her hands.

"Hello, I was wondering if you would be interested in taking one of the exclusive night tours only offered to certain people. See the city of Volterra through the eyes of the finest members, seeing places that most people in the city have ever seen before," she said with a smile on her face, and a gleam in her eyes. I glanced behind me out the window, where the sun was a blood orange as it was setting in the sky. I looked back at the clerk, noticing a sudden new look in her eyes. Her eyes looked menacing, with a hint of desperation in them. Her smile was growing bigger by the second, like she was struggling to keep the charade up. I smiled politely at her.

"That sounds fantastic, will there be anybody else?" I asked.

"Most of the tourists staying here are joining us tonight, and believe me, it'll be a night you won't forget," she said, all traces of her desperation gone. I shut the door as she left, smiling at my sudden good fortune. I hoped with all my might that this tour was a tour I needed to go on. I sighed and got ready for the sightseeing.

Alright, well in case you don't remember New Moon too well, Edward and Bella were rushing out of the Volturri's lair as a group of tourists were walking in. I figured it would be a good excuse for Nessie to get in the lair. Sorry if it still bores you, but believe me, it gets really good! :) and please, please, pretty please comment!! I love comments 3 Hope you are enjoying the story, even though the chapters are getting here later than usual (school, what can i say) and thanks to all the faithful people out there who are still reading the story, i appreciate that.