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When we got back to the house, the rest of the wolves had gone back to their own home. Esme and Bella had whipped up a dozen sandwiches for Jake and Embry. I was too stuffed with blood to be hungry for a while.

"Thanks Bells, Esmé," Jake mumbled, his mouth stuffed with tuna and lettuce and bread. Embry nodded his thanks, aware that if he opened his mouth the food would fall out.

Mum and esme, left; more planning. Obviously. I stayed to watch the two werewolves eat. Well, my focus was drawn to one of them in particular, how his jaw stretched, and the tendons in his neck popped out and—

"Arrghghg!!!!"

My neck cracked as I, stunned out of my reverie, turned at lightning speed to face the source of the commotion.

Alice.

"What's wrong, Alice?" I asked, in shock. Nothing rarely ever reduced Alice to letting out any unladylike groans.

"I cannot SEE ANYTHING! and it is driving me insane! Arrghghgh!" She was far past the point of seething. She looked like she was ready to kill.

"Kaaam hown, Alsh," Jacob's voice was muffled, I'm surprised it made it thru the two sandwiches he had just stuffed in his mouth.

Alice gave him the biggest bitch look, even Embry looked like he was going to take a step back. But not Jake. Nothing scares my big man. And sometimes, that's a problem.

"Calm down?! Since when do you get off telling me to calm down, flea bag. And how dare you? We're leaving tomorrow morning on the hunt of the bloody Volturi, we have to ensure—"

"WHAT!!??" Did she say Volturi? No, what the hell is going on here?

"Shit," Alice's voice had become as small as a mouse's.

"Fucking damn it all to hell," Jake's swearing was rare and far between, but he sure knew how to when the time came.

"VOLTURI??!!" I screeched.

"WHO TOLD HER??" Dad's bellow echoed around the kitchen. He came storming in, and I swear I could see the metaphorical grey clouds and thunder around his head of bronze.

"We agreed that she was not to be told, Jacob Black! I do not care whatever bullshit that binds you to telling her what she wants to know, she was NOT to know," vampires generally don't need to breathe, but my dad was now practically panting.

Jake stuttered. "I-I didn't—" Was he actually scared for once?

"DAD! I WAS NOT TO KNOW???!!!" I cant believe they kept it from me. they were running into the arms of the Volturi. For no absolute reason, and they think I didn't have a right to know if every single member of my family except for two was committing suicide then and there.

And then…

I suddenly felt calm, and at once turned to Jasper to find that his eyebrows were squashed together in concentration. Sigh. At lease I wouldn't be yelling for a while.

"You kept away from me, the most vital piece of information that I had a right to know and that I deseve to know."

Silence.

"You are going to DIE!" I screamed hysterically. They were. They were just going to hand themselves over to the Volturi. Why couldn't they just let the damn Volturi be, and go into hiding or something?

"We are NOT going to die, honey," mom said, and now that I looked around, the whole of the family was crammed into the kitchen now.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, let's just randomly go strolling up to a group of six, now possibly more—I wouldn't know coz you havent exactly kept me informed—death slash power crazed vampires and just hang our hopes on the lucky stars to get out alive. Let's forget that we have a daughter back at home that loves you very much. Let's forget we have a neice. Oh, and while we're at it," it turned on Jacob, much to his surprise, "why don't we forget that we have a girlfriend, soulmate, that would die if you died," I ended my rant, by turning slowly around the room, sending every single person a death glare, daring them to speak.

Jacob was the first to.

"Renesmee, I wouldn't, and I havent for a second forgotten that I am leaving you behind," his voice was heavy with love, but I was far past understanding and wasn't ready to fall for his love games.

"You don't know how much it pains me to go without you for day, let alone abandon you to go fight these leeches. But it is my duty to fight them. i have to fight for you. We're leaving tomorrow and I don't want to that with you feeling miserable and lied to and knowing I've kept something away from you that I had no right to, and don't disagree with me Edward," he added, when he saw dad trying to interupt, "I know even you can understand that everyone has a right to know if a army of bloodlust vampires was after you."

Army?

"THAT IS IT! Jacob, please, tell me every darn fucking thing, or I swear I will kill you all—and now is not the time to crack stupid jokes, Emmet," I added as I saw emmet's fat mouth opening to insert his ever-existing unwanted input.

"Jacob…." Edward growled.

"No, dad. Just drop it. I have every right to know, and Jacob knows that. I'm not the little girl that you could hide things away from anymore. I need to know these things."

Edward's eyes squinted as if searching for an argument to shout back at me, but I guess he couldn't find anything because he sighed a sigh of relent and gestured to Jacob to continue.

"Alright, I am going to tell you the whole story, from beginning to end okay?" I nodded. Anything else and he would've been dead.

"Alright, so this much you know— you know that there are six vampires, well, now theres seventeen," my jaw dropped, "one is from the Volturi, he was in the guard when the came when you were born. Sam and Paul figured out the scent when they tried to trace it again. You know that each coven has its own kind of smell, right? yeah, well they said it was definitely Italian, Volturi. Now, about the disappearences, they are just too much alike the disappearances when Victoria was making her army. So we're pretty sure that's what the Volturi is doing. They know they can't win with their mind games with Bella's sheild, so they are trying to gather as many young vampires as they can, and try and win by brute force. They are being extremely careful, they know about Alice's visions, that's why she cannot see anything—not coz the werewolves are involved, Alice," he added for her benefit, earning him a sarcastic bitch glare "and this is why we are leaving as soon as possible. If we can stop them from gathering an army too large, they should be easy to take down. As far as we know, it's only this lone volturi vampire that's doing all the recruiting. But we're guessing that when the time comes, the Votlturi guard will join them and come and try to fight us."

It all sunk in. but something didn't make sense.

"But why? Why bother building up an army again?" I asked.

Jacob's jaw tightened, as if he was in pain, and it looked like there was a raging battle going on behind his eyes. He wasn't shaking, that was always a good sign, but his hands were tightly clenched in fists.

"Jake?" I asked hesitantly, taking a step forward towards him.

"They are coming after you, Ness," Embry said quietly, his hand on his brother's back, trying to calm him down.

What? What? But it couldn't be. They'd already used that as an excuse for a battle before, and they had been proven wrong. They couldn't—but then my logical and rational mind took over. Of course they wanted me. I was a novelty. I was unlike among the unlike. They wanted me, more than they wanted Edward. And Alice. And my whole family was putting themselves in the way of the Volturi, again, for my life. They were going to die, because of me.

"Nessie, we are not going to die," my father said exasperatedly, reading my mind once again.

Everyone else, except Jake, groaned. "Nessie, your told that killers are coming after you, and your first thought is that we're going to die. Shouldn't you be like, you know, scared?" emmets sarcasm was left unacknowledged in my brain.

"How do you know that you're not going to die? There's like sixteen blood crazed vampires, stronger and faster than you, and one trained and skilled killer Volturi against seven vegetarians and ten wolves that can die easier than I can. It may be even in numbers but—"

"Ness, listen to yourself. It want even be a proper fight, they'll be too easy to do over. Remember last time? We won easy, and we were outnumbered then. We have even numbers now. What does that tell you?" Embry was trying to console me, but it sure as hell wasn't working.

"It tells me that your luck is bound to run out sometime—"

I was interrupted by Jacob, who seemed to have gotten over whatever anger that had overcome him. "Well then, what do you propose we do? just stand by, and let an army of twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, a hundred perhaps? Get together and attack and kill you? Or else attack and take you and then keep you hostage, while they manipulate us with threats to kill you? Yeah that sounds like a bright happy little plan. Either way, we're going to have to fight them. Once they gain the numbers they want, they're going to launch an attack on us, then we'll be outnumbered about one to fifty, and Bella can't help us, and your right, whats seven vegetarian vampires and ten useless werewolves against that kind of number?"

I stared in shock. Jake had never spoken to me like that. Not with that kind of heavy truth and sarcasm coated in the words to make me want to cry. But he was right. I was just thinking completely irrationally and illogically. It would be worse off if we didn't act now. We?

"Well then why cant I help?" I asked.

Growls erupted around the room, accompanied by half a dozen exasperated sighs.

"Renesme, no you cannot fucking help," Jake said viciously. He had never sworn at me, and boy, it stung like hell. Why would he swear at me?. And why couldn't I help. It was the least I could do after all, they were the ones putting their lives in danger for me. it didn't seem right that I was safe and warm up here at the house while they were getting their asses kicked by a group of sadistic killers after power.

"Do NOT swear at my daughter, Jacob Black," Bella's sharp voice broke thru my thoughts. "I am this close to slapping you a cross your little mutt face, so don't you dare—"

"Alright, alright, lesson learnt," Jacob seemed to be going through emotions as fast as he went through sandwiches, "I'm sorry Ness. I didn't mean to swear at you," he looked like he really meant it, and I could see that his anger had all but disappeared. His eyes held sincereity and I knew that him swearing at me was a one off and he didn't really mean to. "I'm sorry, but I can't—you have no idea how much I want to murder those bloody Volturi for ever wanting to harm you. And then you're not even scared of them when I'm pissing my pants at just the thought of them touching you…" he shook his head, "sorry."

"Apology accepted. But why is it so bad if I come? I can be bait," I said, as the idea popped into my head.

"Now there;s a first," dad muttered.

"What?" I asked confused. Did this mean I could come then?

"No it does not mean you can come. That is absolutely and truly out of the question. I just meant that your mother wanted to be bait as well," he said, giving her sidelong "you crazy woman" glance.

"Mum as bait? Were you crazy? She could have been killed!" the words were out of my mouth before I realised the contradiction.

"Did you just hear yourself, Nessie?" mum said exasperatedly, a smile forming at her lips, "and no, Jake and Edward didn't let me be bait, I was just being a naïve and stupid, just like you are right now, so you might as well drop the bait idea. You'll have as much luck convincing us that as you will convincing us to let you come with us at all."

Step back.

"So you're just going to abandon me? what if something happens to me here?" I said, trying to hide the whining in my voice that would give away my desperate clutching at the final straws.

"the worst that can happen to you is what? Embry's attitude rubbing off on you and we all come back to hate you? Nah…," Jake said dismissively, "you'll be fine. Anyway, that's why we're leaving Esmé and Embry with you. Nothing's going to happen to you."

Sigh.

I wasn't going to win this argument. And it looked like the best option was to just accept it, even though it went against m better nature. I give up

Edward chuckled, and threw me a smug look. I growled at him, and I saw Jake shaking his head sympathetically.

Wow…that was a looong chapter. 2400 words. Again, alotta dialogue, but im working on it. Leave a review please! And I'm still open for ideas on how the story shld continue. Also, I have a question. Do u guys want me to switch to Jacob's or someone else's POV when the battle's going on, coz as far as I've planned things, theres gonna be a battle, or do you want just hear a recollection of what happened from Jake?

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