Yeah, so this goes for the other chapters as well – Love ya, Stephenie Meyer, and because of this, I borrowed your characters. I don't own them, unfortunately.
Happiness is having over 2,000 hits on your Fanfics. True happiness is licking wedding cake off of Edward's fingers. (Thanks for making me happy – just not as happy as the cake fantasy...)
Renesmee
"So you live this way all the time?" Nahuel asked, incredulous. He tossed the remnants of the skunk aside. I couldn't help laughing a little.
"Yes," I answered, wiping my mouth. "Though I wouldn't have chosen a skunk for your initiation into drinking animal blood." I sat up with my knees pulled into my chest for warmth. "Animal blood's really not that bad. I prefer human blood, but the rest of the Cullens don't indulge."
"Why not?" His eyes narrowed. "It's our nature."
"They don't want to be monsters." I looked at my bound hands, trying to figure out how to wipe off the dirt and blood caked there. Eventually I settled for my jeans.
"And you?"
I thought carefully before answering. "I don't want to hurt people. I like humans. My grandfather Charlie is one of the kindest, nicest people around." I wrinkled my nose, thinking. "He does like to fish, which really smells bad, but other than that he's wonderful. He's taken me fishing a few times. We have fun. We go out on the boat, talk, enjoy the day when the weather's good." I sighed, missing him. Missing all of them.
"Do you prefer human blood?" he asked, serious.
"Of course," I answered, looking at my knees. "It's better. I just don't like how I feel afterward." I looked up at him sharply. "I've never been thirsty enough to go after a human. The Cullens used to give me donated blood when I was a child."
"Interesting." His eyes showed that he meant his words.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. After a while, I noticed him grimacing.
"What is it?" I asked, puzzled. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No," he said, his voice tight. "But we must move soon."
I looked around. Nothing for miles. Out here, the sky was enormous. I could clearly see many constellations – and him. His skin gleamed in the moonlight. His eyes shone, reflecting the stars.
"Why do you look so upset?" I asked, still confused. "I've tried to run. I haven't gotten anywhere. It's not like I'm going anywhere now. I'm obviously travelling with you. What's wrong?"
His grimace grew. "I must sedate you again."
Bella
"I'll go after him," I said, rising.
"I've got this one," Leah said cooly, cocking an eyebrow meaningfully. "He's a busy guy when that lone hamster in his head's going full tilt on its wheel. He might listen to me. Maybe." She gestured meaningfully at Edward. "Besides, you've got full access to the conversation on all sides of the argument." She tossed her hair and followed Jake.
I sat back down. The room was full. Anxious. Seth twiddled his fingers, fairly shaking with anticipation.
Yet somehow we still didn't know what to do. I gritted my teeth in frustration. I looked to Edward and raised my shoulders, silently asking what our next move was.
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Ah, classic Edward. I looked around the room at the other faces. So still. Sad. I waited, feeling the way Sam looked.
"We need to figure out how the volturi figure into all this," Jasper said, breaking the silence. We all looked to him at once. "The volturi don't just send people out on random missions. There are reasons. We have rules."
"Like keeping someone's aunt a prisoner?" Emmett challenged.
Jasper shook his head slightly. "We don't know she's a prisoner."
"We don't know she isn't a prisoner, either," Emmett said triumphantly. "Let's go after Demitri and figure it out."
"Do we have any other option at this point?" Carlisle asked.
Carlisle had to have some ideas. It startled me that he was asking questions instead of bouncing ideas. As the head of the family, he was the rock; the go-to guy.
"I don't know. Something's bound to come up eventually if we think on this enough." Jasper looked around the room for support.
"So we're going to wait and see?" Rosalie said in a huff. "I'm with Emmett. Let's find Demitri and ask Huilen about her nephew. Then we can see if she knows where Nahuel is taking her."
"They don't have a house anymore," Edward said, looking up. "He could take Renesmee anywhere."
"Do we have any other options?" Carlisle repeated.
Alice hadn't entered my mind until that minute, but I looked to her now. She stared blankly ahead.
"Alice, snap out of it," I said, walking toward her still figure. "What did you see?"
She looked at me, still staring wide-eyed.
"They're in the desert, but I'm not sure where. They have plans to go all the way to Forks if they can't find them." She looked at me blankly, still not seeing. "It's a trap."