A/N: This is probably one of my best chapters, ever. I think this one really captures Nessie's fight to get back to Jacob. Anyway, enough blab. Enjoy!

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

-Robert Frost

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Where are we going?" I asked warily.

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You'll see," Troy said. I could hear the grin in his voice and I feared the worst. He held my hand as he led me-well, somewhere. I sighed and accepted that I was being guided into the unknown. "I hate surprises," I muttered under my breath. That part actually wasn't true. I loved surprises, but I wasn't about to tell him that. Troy tugged harder. "Oh, come on," he said. I obliged, desperately trying to see out of the black blindfold. I heard the click of a door opening and felt Troy's hands poised and ready to relieve me of my anxiety. "Welcome," his hands fluidly undid the knot. "To your room."I gasped and widened my eyes. "My room?" He nodded and rushed past me to give me the grand tour. "I picked out the painting," he raced around, trying to cover everything quickly. I giggled, his excitement was contagious. "Oh and the bedspread, Renata picked that out-I know right, crazy? I have some chips and cookies on the top of your closet for you. Just in case. Uhm," he looked around, seeing if he left out anything. "The bookshelf. Right. I stocked it with Jane Austen, Faulkner, Shakespeare, and some Nicholas Sparks."I nodded, he included some of my favorites. I was genuinely surprised. "Thanks." He shrugged. "No, really. Thanks." I traveled to the bed, admiring its intricate design. Troy's hand ran across the bed, admiring it as well. He abruptly rose and roamed to my side. "The bedspread is beautiful," I commented.

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It can't compare to you." His fingers brushed against my cheek and he stared into my eyes. Coal black. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. I shuddered as he buried his face in my hair, leaving a single kiss on my neck. I gasped and tightened my grip on him. His arm slid around my waist and brought his lips to mine. They were cold, hard as stone. Not like the fire I was used to, unfamiliar. It bothered me and his sweet scent enveloped me. "Nessie," he moaned. Jacob's nickname for me echoed around the room and I stiffened. Troy pulled away with worry etched on his face. "Nessie?" He asked.

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Don't!" I shouted. "Don't call me that! Only Jake-only Jake-" his name sent spasms of pain through my chest and I doubled over, hunched because of the aching hole burning. Fire. How I missed the fire. Ice laid a hand on me and I flinched away. Before ice could cover the fire once again, I left. I was running away from the cold, hard stone waiting to chase away the flames. His face, Jacob's face, haunted my mind right now. His grin, his voice. A memory washed over me and I gladly let it bring me from the present.

"Catch me if you can!"Jacob chased me through the trees and I giggled hysterically. His warm arms wrapped around me and I inhaled his love for me. "I love you, Nessie."

"I love you too, my Jacob."

Tears fought there way and I let them win. I was a traitor. A chilled hand lay on my shoulder and I jerked away automatically. "Ah," Aro sighed. "Shared a kiss recently, dear Renesmee?"I stared at the floor, nodding mutely. "Don't fret, dear!" Aro cried. "Many great things still await your future." I didn't respond.

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Come," I followed him, fire still burning in my chest rapidly. Aro left me in a room empty of furniture. I rubbed my arm, biting my lip, unsure of what was going to happen. Sounds of a struggle drifted through the open door and I backed towards the wall. Not another judging ceremony. Felix held the human receptionist, Jack, with one hand, escorting Aro as well. The door was silently closed and fear started to creep into the flames.

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Kill him." Aro's command made my heart beat frantically, the sound mingling with the human's heartbeat.

"

What?" I whispered.

"

Renesmee, you are capable of so much more. You can be so powerful, towering above petty humans. Instead, you choose to socialize with them. You-we-can rule them. We are the hunters, not the humans. You hide from your true self, the one who thirsts for blood." He stepped closer. "Blood is a natural way of life. Your life. You choose." I remained speechless the whole time, not exactly processing his words. I was not thirsty. I did not thirst for human blood. I was not supposed to. I was good. I was not evil. I am good...Right?I shook my head, envisioning Jacob's face. It was peaceful, and good. How could I betray something good?

"

Renesmee, it is natural. We are supposed to drink blood." His words bothered me. Or one word in particular. We. The human crouched, still. His eyes lay on me, silently pleading. Don't do this, they seemed to say. My internal battle had begun in my head and they both seemed to be winning and losing at the same time. I had made a decision, a choice. My decision had been to live with the Volturi, be one of them, in exchange for my family's safety. How could I risk their safety?The war ended as suddenly as it had begun. I let the scent take over my senses, my body reacting. I stepped closer, hearing the slight whimper of my prey. I inhaled the beautiful scent once again, feeling the fire burn in my throat. I smiled at this. Fire. I grasped my prey's arms, holding it tightly. It put up no struggle, it must know the end is coming. My open mouth bared, poised, ready to drink his blood.

A/N: OMG, what the heck? Is she seriously gonna drink his blood?! I don't know yet, to be honest. So I probably feel just like you. Special thanks to my unofficial beta Not-that-kinda-gurl. She is frikin awesome! Review and let me know what you wanna see. Oh and please give Letting Go, my other story, a try. Thanks! Kisses!