Chapter Twelve:
"Oh my god, oh my god….OH my God!"
I was panting, my hands gripping the wheel in front of me in a death grip.
"Jacob?! Oh god, oh god, Jacob?"
He patted my back, as he turned to watch the road behind us. The air was filled with the dirt the Chevy was pitching into the air, and the long highway seemed to go on without curve or obstruction. We were in perfectly clear view to anyone who happened to be working along one of the many farms by the road.
"I think we're good. Okay, okay." He fell back into his seat with a sigh and rubbed his eyes with both of his hands.
I was too pumped. To full of horror and panic to even be able to process calming down.
I was biting my mouth hard, and I tasted blood.
Jacob let his hands fall and watched the road.
"We should get onto a back road, just to get off the cops sight."
When I didn't answer, he looked over at me and saw my lip.
"Hey! Hey, shhh…sugar…shh…" He leaned in closer and wiped my lip with the back of his thumb.
I could almost see me I his eyes. Pale, huge eyes, and an expression of terror dawning my face.
A car passed me, and I jumped in my seat, almost hitting the roof.
"Ness. Ness. Pull onto that road. That one…woah…okay…"
When I swiveled onto the small gravel road, I went a little too fast and sent Jacob across the seat.
My ears were ringing. I stole a car. I stole a frickin' car.
Jacob put one hand on the back of my neck, gently kneading out the knots.
"Okay, brake sugar. Brake."
After a moment of coaxing, I found my foot, and released pressure on the gas. When we rolled to a stop, I still had my hands firmly locked on the wheel.
My mind was doing cartwheels. For some reason I just really, really wanted Dad. I wanted him to hold me and tell me I had no other choice. That it was okay. I wanted Jasper to hold my hand, and understand me with me having to let him see.
But I was alone. I was with Jacob. I was in a stolen car, approaching the California border with Jacob.
"Sugar…Ness."
He cupped my face and I turned swiftly and crouched into the corner. I could feel my fangs bear, and my body hiss.
This just was happening so fast. I just needed a moment. My whole body was running on overdrive.
"Renesmee."
He held out one long tanned arm and waited for me to approach.
After a moment, I felt tears sing my eyes.
He watched me, pain in his eyes.
My lips began to falter, and I cast my eyes downward, slumping into the seat.
Jacob immediately came to me and held me in his arms.
"Shhh…shhh…we had too…it's okay…I love you…I love you…"
I felt his lips bury in my hair.
I wanted my Dad. I needed him in this moment.
Deep in the warmth of Jacob's arms, I closed my eyes, and searched my mind for Dad.
Alice dropped to her knees.
"Ugh!"
Her mind was on fire!
"Alice? Alice? Wha-" Edward cut off.
He felt her presence.
"Ness! Ness?!" He whispered into the air, searching blindly with his eyes.
"Dad…." A murmur came into his mind.
"Oh darling, oh sweetheart, Ness, where are you baby?!"
Only silence.
Alice was doubled over, clutching her temples and moaning in pain. Her mind was being bombarded with images that didn't belong to her. The pain was searing.
"Ness? Baby please!"
"Dad…." His mind echoed again. He felt hers reach out to his, seeking love, forgiveness. He gave it to her. He didn't care what she had done. Didn't care what laws she had broken.
"Edward…" Alice gasped on the ground.
He barely even heard her. He was too busy chasing his daughter through his mind.
"Ness. Baby, where are you?"
He got a flash of sun, of a gravel road, and the distinct smell of wolf.
"I cant...tell me sweetheart. Tell me where you are."
Her mind was sputtering. He was losing the connection, Ness was pulling away.
"I love you! I love you…" He gasped into the woods, hoping she could still hear him.
"Love…"
And the voice disappeared.
Jasper reached up above him, and caught the bird mid-flight.
He brought the robin to his lips, and took a deep whiff, drawing in the scent of pumping blood. His vision clouded and the desire to settle his fangs deep into its shuddering body became irresistible.
With a groan, he leaned down, and began to suck.
Without warning, he felt a deep sense of panic. Of sadness and anxiety.
He pulled back suddenly, and broke the little bird's neck with his jerky movements.
That was new. He certainly had never felt his prey's emotion before. How strange a bird could feel that complicated of feelings.
Shaking it off, he tossed the carcass to the ground, and wiped his mouth.
He felt it again.
That was no bird. He closed his eyes, and searched his mind for a presence.
Ness.
His eyes snapped open. She was close. And she didn't know he was there.
A small smile played across his lips. So they had succeeded. Huh. Interesting. Well, Cairo had put him on guard just in case they managed to make it to the border.
He rose, and with a swift movement, leaned back and stretched his aching back.
Time to get to work.
Tess was impatient. Yes. That was the right word.
She was tired of waiting. Tired of hiding from them, staying low key.
She wanted that boys hands on her. She wanted to feel him moan as she gave him pleasure only she could give.
Her long red nails, tapped against her perfectly shaped thigh.
He didn't know what he was missing with the Halfling.
She rose with a snake-like agility, and smiled at the rusted car in front of her.
She could see the wolf cradling the little weakling like a baby, and cooing into her ear lovingly.
Tess's smile grew and silently approached the vehicle. She would have him. And she would string that worthless girl's intestines from tree to tree.
The fire grew dim, and she pulled her sweater around her closer, trying to stay warm.
Sherina watched as the man began to set up his tent. He was pitifully delicate and she had to try not to groan at his ridiculous fiddling with the poles.
Her tent, was perfect, and held all the possessions she felt would be needed for this journey of theirs.
She didn't know his name. It was better that way. She needed him for the time being, but the moment he became a burden, she would dump him along the side of the road.
The man's shirt was stained with dirt and sweat, and was bunched up around his chubby arms. He finally had one pole in, and was looking fairly pleased.
Sherina rubbed hands together and ignored his small smile. Her mind was on her father now. He had received orders from Kennan to release Jacob.
She had begged him not to, even forced a few tears out. Now, she knew, he was on her little finger, wrapped and obedient.
Sure, sure, he would never survive the repercussions of refusing an direct order from the Alpha, but hey, he was old anyway. At least if he went out this way, she would get something out of it.
The man gave out a near sob when his tent collapsed, and the poles gently slid out of the slots.
Billy rolled up the stairs with the agility that comes from years of practice. With a deep breath, he reached up, and rang the doorbell.
Looking down, he saw a small heart engraved on the door. He reached down, and immediately recognized the letters.
The door opened, and there stood Rosalie Cullen in all her dangerous beauty.
Her eyes were in slits, and immediately began to burn with hatred at the sight of him.
"Hello Ma'am." Billy started gruffly, and tilted his hat down to acknowledge her. "May I speak to the one named Carlisle?"
Rosalie lifted a lip, and began to growl.
Emmet heard his wife's rumble, and quickly shot up from the couch and approached her from behind. There, in front of her was Jacob's father, Billy.
He rubbed his chin as he decided what he would do.
He loved Ness. Hell, she was like a sister to him. Closer in many ways than even Alice. So when he saw this man, sitting ramrod straight in his wheelchair, with his chin stuck out, Emmett really wanted to punch him.
"You're not welcome here." Rosalie hissed, and began to close the door.
Emmett held out a hand, and caught it. She looked back at him and snarled.
Ignoring her, he looked at the old man.
"Why are you here?"
Chapter numero twelve. Hope you enjoyed! Leave a review telling me what you think Tess is planning, who this mystery man is, if Emmett and Rosalie should hear out Billy, and what happened to Alice in the forest. Also I have two new stories, "The Heat of Love" which is a much more passionate and wittier version of Beauty and the Beast, and "Pure Passion", which is a much more adult play off of Peter Pan. Look at those too and leave a review there! Here's a little game. If I can get, I don't know, five reviews in the next twenty four hours on both those stories, I will double the next chapter for this one! Eh? You up for it?
