Jane's POV:
The large, wooden double doors burst open with enough force they almost flew off the hinges as they slammed against the marble walls. A guard walked forward, dragging Renesmee Cullen along behind him. He held her by the throat, his fingers were tight on her skin, the bruising and marks were clearly visible, even from across the room. He also held her by the hair, pulling those bronze locks with him, to keep her head up.
She cried out and kicked away from him but her efforts to escape were futile.
Her legs were being pulled along behind her, scraping against the marble tiles. Tears ran down her red cheeks and her dark eyes looked up at me, panicked.
I sat a little straighter, my back erect and my head high. Proud of my position as leader of the most powerful Coven in the entire world. For a strange, unusual reason I felt the need to impress the child, or perhaps frighten her would be a better way to phrase it. To show my power from the start.
Alec chuckled from my side and I titled my head to look at him, he grinned at me, and I happily smiled back at him. Knowing we were finally successful. The guard lifted Renesmee high before throwing her before us. She flew down and slammed against the stone steps. She crawled back a little; her sobs echoing off the walls.
"Hello, Renesmee." I said quietly.
She looked up at me, then her lips pulled back and she bared her teeth in a pathetic growl and I couldn't help but laugh along with Alec and Chelsea at the child's attempt to show her false, fearless impression. "Bow, child." I demanded of her and she scoffed at me. She has her mothers bravely, I'll give her that.
"I won't bow to you," she told me. I smiled before raising my hand from the arm of my throne, pointing it at the child and then flexing my mind. I felt the physical walls of reality bend and twist away from my hand, I shaped them with my mind around the child, tightly before using my hand to tug on these barriers and Renesmee was overwhelmed with it all and her knees buckled and she collapsed into a bow before me. She was crying at my feet. Like she ought to be.
"You will show me respect." I told Renesmee.
"Respect isn't demanded, it's earned." Renesmee snapped before trying to get to her feet. I stared at the child and then let my anger, the fire that fuelled it, all latch onto her brain and ignite. I watched as her eyes widened in sudden shock, her entire body crumbled into a squashed position and she fell to the ground, clawing at herself. High, shrill screams were all that escaped her lips now, screams for the fire to stop, begging to be helped.
"No snide comments now?" I asked her sarcastically.
"Please! Please!" she yelled, as the fire raged on inside her mind. I pulled back and she took in a sharp breath, laying for a moment. It was the first time she had experienced my fire. If she was lucky it would be the last. Then Renesmee rightfully sat into a bow.
But then she growled, spun on the spot and swung. Her tiny fist made contact with the guard beside her so quickly even he hadn't realized what had happened until it was too late and he was sliding across the floor. She sprang to her feet, and flew off in a blur towards the doors.
My hand shot up until I felt the space between the two of us, the air and light around her tiny form. Then I clenched my hand into a fist and she was instantly stopped in her tracts and bound to the spot, as I controlled her every move. How dare she think, that even after I have proved myself the most powerful, that she could run and actually make it out of here alive?
Foolish child. My fist still clenched, I lifted my hand into the air and her tiny form was pulled up for a split second before I threw my hand in the direction of the marble wall and she was thrown against it like a rag doll.
I felt a little shiver of excitement as something inside her fragile little body cracked on impact. She slumped down, hit the marble bench her father had once been thrown under and she lay still. She cried, and her tears echoed in my ears as they dropped one by one onto the floor. She pulled herself up onto her elbows, trying to crawl to the exit.
"The child never learns." I complained to the two at my side before repeating the process and hurtling Renesmee across the room. She slammed into the wooden table we used to sit and work at and the force of her body snapped the wood in two and she slid down, the contents— things such as heavy books, glass and marble ornaments, lit candles and the table cloth— all came raining down upon her.
I laughed loudly, having more fun than I had in many years.
Then I pulled on her body, I pulled my hand back towards me and she was dragged across the floor by the strength of my mind. Her fingers dug into the ground, leaving long marks in my beautiful floor. She would pay for that also.
I pulled and Renesmee was hauled up into the air before the three of us. She floated there, as if she were floating under water. Her hair came out, floating around her face. Her legs treaded the air and her hands had nowhere to go. Her face was already bruised and her eyes angry.
"I hate you," she said before the spat blood at me and it hit me on the cheek and the throat. Alec and Chelsea stopped laughing and I stared at the child. My mouth pulled into a tight line.
I let go and dropped my hand, causing her to fall down and hit the ground. She cried out but didn't move. I looked at her. Burn her? Torture her with the voices of her lost ones, throw her around and break a few more ribs? Maybe burn her physically? So many options. How dare she spit on me, I didn't even bother to wipe the blood off my face. I just stared at her.
"Clearly her parents didn't teach her manners." Alec said and I nodded.
"Indeed." I replied, I pulled out a rag and wiped the blood from my cheek and throat and clenched the rag tightly in hand.
"Don't you dare speak of my mum and dad." she yelled, crawling until she was on her knees before us. I glanced at Alec and then at Chelsea; oh if the child knew.
"Renesmee." I addressed her. "This is your home now. This is where you will stay...for however long, I haven't yet decided. But this is your home."
Through tears she smiled at me. "Jacob is going to come and kill you all. Make you all burn."
I laughed again. "Jacob's dead." I told her and she stopped smiling. "I thought you knew? Child? The guards who attacked at the cabin, most of them remained behind to kill those who tried to keep you form me. No one survived the battle, Renesmee. Jacob is dead. They all are. No one is coming to save you."
"You lie!" she screeched at me, tears fell like a stream now as she sobbed. I smiled and got to my feet. I walked slowly towards her, moving so gracefully it looked as if I were not touching the ground at all. I reached her, and knelt down on the floor and took her face in my hand. She tried to pull away but I held her chin tightly until she looked me in the eye.
From here I could smell her blood, from her open wounds and beneath her skin, it was strangely appealing. "Voltura is your new home now, child, and we have a gift for you. A surprise." I told her. Just then we both heard the footsteps, the high heels tapping against the marble floor as she approached the hall.
There was a long creak as the doors opened and she walked inside.
Oh, what a beautiful creation. I felt proud as she walked towards us, her hips swaying with laziness. What a transformation. She was clean now, no longer the dirty girl chained to the post in the dungeon; she was clean, and fresh and glowing. Her black heeled boots were the only sound. The glowing of her skin contrasted with her dark jeans, and dark soft shirt with an open V-neck. Her sleeves rolled up and her nails painted black. Her lips as red as her freshly red eyes and her hair, long and curly as it complimented her slender frame.
Her eyes were soo much more beautiful a blood red than dull gold.
Renesmee moved away from me, sitting straighter and her cries stopped instantly as she saw her surprise.
"Mummy?"
FanWriter's Note: I Finally get to write this chapter, been waiting so long for the moment Renesmee gets her..."Surprise." A lot of you may have figured it out before; I know one of you had. Mummy! Is alive. Bella's alive. Bella was the girl from the earlier chapters, she was the one being chained up, tortured by Jane for the location of Renesmee. In the first chapter it does explain how Jacob has memories of Bella's death, among others but all will be explained soon enough.
Question for Chapter 29 is...
Opinions on Bella? I know there are a lot of Bella haters out there, are you? (I am not a Bella hater, I do think she's made stupid choices but I like Bella.)
~FanWriter~
