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"We're not out of the waters just yet." My Uncle Jasper said, noticing the excited expression on my face that turned immediately to ambivalence.
"What do you mean? Do you sense someone's emotions near!" I asked worriedly.
"You're right on the…" but he cut himself off with a terrified gasped, his running feet stopping abruptly so that I almost walked into him.
And then I saw them, directly in front of us, and screamed. An extremely shrill scream that was high-lighted by aunt Alice's frightened scream, however both of us were cut short when Uncle Jazz's hands slapped over our mouths with a loud sound. He too looked exceedingly frightened and anguished, his hopeless eyes were widened pitifully, but I didn't have time to pity anyone just then. It appeared that the Volturi had recently recruited a vampire with the power to create very real illusions, because there was no way that what I was seeing could be real.
"What are they?" Aunt Alice's voice was horror-struck and slightly disgusted.
"They're scared of us…!" Uncle Jasper said, his voice awestruck. "They won't let us pass because they're afraid of us!"
"Yes, but what on earth are these… anomalies?" Aunt Alice said a little more loudly.
There were two of them. The beings in front of us shrank back at the sound of her voice but one made a little growling sound.
"Your voice they don't like it. They don't understand it but they're associating some kind of nostalgia, or familiarity with you and I."
I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. I was able to see past the frightful beings in front of us. Just behind them was the door, open a crack leading to freedom. Bright, cheerful, yellow light played in through the door, taunting me.
I wrenched my eyes away from the sight of freedom, so close, but so far away and snuck a glance at my Aunt, Uncle, and lastly and most painfully, my parents. That was the wrong move, or maybe the right move, you could say. It all really depends on your point of view. Looking into the blind, unseeing, apathetic abysses that were my parents' blood red irises, I made a decision that would either make or break this rescue.
Shrugging out from under Aunt Alice's arm, I slowly approached the…things. I wasn't even sure that my power would work on these things, but I was beyond thinking at that point. I moved forward at a measured pace and breathed evenly. Behind me I barely heard the ghost of a whisper. "Renesmee…" But the sound of my name being called from somewhere behind me was lost in the most frightful sound of my life.
Now, before I go on to explain what happened next, you must understand that in my relatively short life, I have heard quite a cornucopia of frightening things. The least of which was "You've failed Science and Math this year." But nothing, no earthly thing could have prepared me for what came next.
The loud, grating sound of the door sliding across the floor in order to open distracted everyone in the hall, but only for a moment, because after that , the most terrorizing sound in the world ripped through the air. It was the shredding, ripping growl of a dangerously large, ferocious and most eminently, furious werewolf. Wait, make that my dangerously large, ferocious and most eminently, furious werewolf.
Jake launched himself into the slowly dwindling space between the monsters and I. They emitted a frightened shrieking, wailing sound and then… nothing. They dissipated into smoke.
"JACOB!" I yelled, elated and apparently on some kind of adrenaline high. Jake was breathing hard and I hugged his neck.
I turned, smiling with relief, to stare at my family. Uncle Jasper's eyes hadn't left the spot where the things had been. His expression was horror-struck. He looked tensed for a fight, but above all, he was scared. And I don't mean that he was merely afraid. My vampire uncle was absolutely terrified of whatever he'd just witnessed. And not only that, but although his stance was in preparation for a battle, it exuded some form of hopelessness. Like he'd already lost a fight that was yet to be fought.
Aunt Alice shook, she trembled like an aspen leaf. Her teeth chattered minimally. Her expression was one that cannot be described and will always haunt me. Her small frame looked as if she might collapse at any moment, although I knew that that was impossible. She looked small, ill, and childlike. Nothing like the resilient vampire I'd seen as the vault door to the horrid prison cell opened.
Looking into the emotionless eyes of my parents, I was instantly glad that they weren't 'all there'. I had just witnessed something that may have changed my Aunt and Uncle's emotional states for the next century or two.
I turned back around. "Jake…?" my voice trembled. This was wrong, no one should look like that, our rescue mission had been a success for God's sake!
Or had it?
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