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Part III — Renesmee Cullen

The rest of November became a blur.

I went to classes during the week, hunted with Katherine just about every other day (she was adjusting nicely, if I do say so myself), and ate breakfast and dinner with the Devil. He never told me anything more about Gemma or his brother, Jack, or his parents. But it wasn't like I offered up any information on my past either. So, instead of getting into the touchy subjects, we discussed lighter things, like books and food.

Mistress Plume was still an old hag but I was getting used to her. In just two short weeks, we managed to accomplish dinner manners (turns out I'm very good at that) and started working on proper walking and dancing.

It was getting easier to see the lights Casey was talking about. Everyday, we sat opposed to each other, and I closed my eyes, imagining lights. As every day progressed, the lights became more and more distinguished and clearer. The form started to take shape.

By the end of the second week, I was very confident in knowing who was who. A vegetarian vampire, like Casey, his light was gold. For a regular vampire, like the Devil, it was a purplish red but progressively got darker as hunger took over. Humans had an orange color. I wasn't really sure about that one, but I didn't question it.

In Maddy's lessons, we started sword lessons after the first week. I was a natural swordsman, she had said, and we were only going to have to improve on my abilities. I have to admit that it felt good, working with a weapon and knowing how to wield it. It made me feel stronger and healthier; I felt like I could protect myself now in the face of danger.

Katherine went on the date. I dressed her myself in a light purple shirt and long jeans with a pair of white flip flops. I made her keep her hair down, though she didn't want to. Casey showed up in a white, button-down long sleeved shirt and light jeans with flip flops. His hair was shaggy and whooshed over to one side, just like normal. His golden eyes were bright and happy.

Katherine later told me that they went walking in the park and he held her hand while they sat on a stone bench and stared up at the stars. Then, after they returned to her bedroom, he kissed her on the cheek. She said it was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

When I asked Casey, he said the date was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

They went out three more times the next week and continued to go out once or twice a week since. One time, he brought his guitar and attempted to teach her, though she preferred to just sit and listen to him.

It was so adorable.

As December came and went, I was still all alone. Christmas was marked on my calendar, but it wasn't celebrated. The Devil was silent during that breakfast and dinner. No one even mentioned Christmas, which I found odd but I was too miserable to protest about anything. I wasn't all that festive anyway.

Jake entered my mind and dreams more often than I wanted. My heart ripped a little every time his face appeared or I heard his voice at some of the weirdest times. I wanted to tell him to shut up, leave me alone but I was afraid of the loneliness and what it could do to me.

Dominic and I progressively talked less and less about books. We sat in silence most of the time. I thought that weeks before we had finally broken the ice. But he just distanced himself. It made me think that he regretted telling me anything about himself.

That changed, however, New Year's Day.

I woke up and it was pouring outside. I had kept the doors open that led out to the balcony because the cool breeze helped me sleep but that morning, it was drastically cold.

Shivering, I shut the doors tightly and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was very early morning but there was no way I'd go back to sleep anyway. I would just take a shower and head down for breakfast. It was Thursday, and I still had classes, but I wanted a little more time to talk to Katherine than the usual trip to Mistress Plume's. She had had a date with Casey last night and she had to dress up really nice so I was wondering what had happened.

After a shower, I put on a pair of jeans and a purple shirt with my old faded pink, Forks, Washington hoodie. Katherine usually escorted me to the dining room but it had been several days now, weeks now, that she had done so; I decided to go out on my own.

I scribbled a note down and left it on my dresser for her. I knew she'd worry but I wanted a little alone time — not like I had enough of it — to think about how much I missed my family and how tired I was.

I greeted UK when I left my room. His handsome face looked troubled when I walked away from him, after saying I was headed to breakfast.

"Rensemee," he called after me. Turning around, I gave him a look. "Why aren't you waiting for Katherine? She'll take you down to breakfast. You shouldn't go alone."

My eyebrows scrunched down. "Why do I need to go to with Katherine?" I asked back. "I'm perfectly capable of going to breakfast on my own. I'm a big girl, UK."

His face contorted with anger. "Yes, usually, that would be fine," he replied calmly, "but today of all days, you need to go with someone. You mustn't go alone. Mr. Oakly told me specifically not to let you go anywhere without an escort today."

I glared at him. "Well, you can say that you did everything you could to stop me apart from physical violence," I told him, "but I want to go alone today. It's no big deal. I can handle, and take care of, myself."

Without another word, I turned around and walked away.

I headed down the corridors, slightly annoyed with UK. I had no idea what his problem was, but it was kind of irritating the way the Devil was setting all kinds of rules again. What was his freaking problem? It's not like I was planning on escaping or anything.

`And where the heck was Katherine?

For a few minutes, I mulled on the strange circumstances of the day. UK never worked this late in the morning. He told me a few days ago that Dominic had him work from nine PM to around two AM. UK liked this because he liked to play poker with some of the other vampires.

But today he was working well past eight. Why was that? And Katherine hadn't showed up. She was always there on time if not fifteen minutes earlier. Though it was earlier than usual for me to be leaving the room, why would she be this late?

That's when I heard them.

Voices reached my sensitive ears. At first I thought it was just Jake, talking to me randomly like he sometimes did (goes to show how crazy this place was making me) but I soon realized that … I heard women with the male voices along with children too.

My eyebrows furred together, my heart beating wildly in my chest. There were … people here? That wasn't possible. The Devil wouldn't keep people here, not with all the vampires around.

I started to pick up my pace. The voices were fading, walking further down the hallway straight ahead of me. Once I reached the corridor, I looked to my right to see forty or so humans squeezing down the hallways. I could smell their blood pumping, hearts beating strongly in their chests.

What were they doing here? I wondered. Did Dominic give New Year's tours for money? I knew that wasn't possible. The Devil had tons of money and plenty of resources. He was like Grandpa Carlisle in that way … but these people …

It dawned onto me then.

There was one thing different about Dominic and my grandfather. Besides the obvious personality conflicts, my grandfather was a vegetarian, a vampire who had learned to live off of animal blood. But everyone else here — apart from Casey, Katherine, and myself — were all regular bloodsuckers.

They would drink the blood of humans.

Those humans.

"No!" I whispered in a strangled gasp. I started running then, thinking only of the men, women, and children who were about to approach their death. I ran towards the excited voices. I heard bits of their conversations. They were talking about the tour and the majestic ballroom they were going to see next.

Waterfalls were falling from my eyes as I approached. I was so blinded by the stupid tears that I ran right in the back of a guy who was around my age, maybe a little older. I fell to the floor, totally unlike a lady, and he turned around, a concerned expression on his face.

He was very handsome. He had a light brown hair that fell in front of his eyes. He was slender and tall — taller than six feet, easily — and he had intense green eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm so sorry if I hurt you."

"It was my fault," I struggled to say without crying too hard.

He noticed the tears and something changed in his eyes. He looked scared for me, frightened and mystified by my obvious breakdown. He bent down and extended a hand. I took it without question and I marveled at the silky smoothness of his palm.

When I got up, I saw that the cluster of people weren't too far from the ballroom. "You have to go," I whispered to him. "Run," I told him. "Run away from here as far as you can. This is a trap. Don't ask me any questions, just go." I looked at him straight in the eye.

He saw something in my crazed look. There were tears still running down my cheeks. "Go," I urged, shoving him away from me. "If you want to live, you need to leave now. Take your first left, go all the way down the hall until you find a door on your left. It's the only one down that hall, so go inside. There's a door, leading outside to a patio." I couldn't stop talking. "Get out, jump, and run down that hill."

He nodded and turned around. "Don't tell anyone about this," I called after him. He was sprinting away in a matter of seconds. I hoped that UK wasn't still on duty. If he was … that guy would be dead meat. That guy … I didn't even know his name.

A new wave of emotion passed over me and scrambled to keep with the receding group of people. There was no way I'd save all of them. I wouldn't save them all. They would die. All of them.

"Stop!" I yelled but they didn't stop. They kept going until they reached the doors leading to the ballroom … where their lives would end. Tears fell harder.

They entered and the doors were slammed shut. There, standing in front of me, was Katherine. She looked shocked that I was there. That was why she hadn't been there this morning … she was going here, to help murder these people.

Her beautiful golden, wide eyes looked at me, searched my face for something.

I turned and ran away before she could. "Renesmee!" she called out after me. I waited to hear the patted footsteps, which meant she would have been running to me. But I heard nothing. And I didn't turn around to watch her. She was a murderer. Sweet, wonderful Katherine was a murderer. Just like everyone else here.

I ran to the safety of my room. When I entered, there was no one in sight. I wiped my eyes like crazy but the tears wouldn't stop running. The handsome teenager I'd seen in the hall was gone. I had to hope that he got out okay. I looked at the glass doors. They were hanging open, which meant he probably did.

I collapsed on the bed and cried. Cried and cried and cried. I grabbed onto my pillow and hurled it across the wall. It hit a framed picture of a flower and the picture fell to the floor. The glass shattered, piercing my ears with a sting. I watched as the glass spread out across the floor, like a waterfall.

Then my stomach retched. I barely had time to make it to the restroom, before I hurled. Anything and everything I had eaten here came up. I felt awful, sick, miserable, terrified, angry and guilty. All those people are dead because of me.

Holding onto my necklace, I leaned up against the wall, trying to make myself as small as possible. All of those people … all of those people … were now dead.

I cried until my eyes closed. I welcomed the darkness and wished for it to stay as long as it could. I saw those faces, those people, who were all dead soon, if not now.

And then I started dreaming.

I could see him.

There he was, standing in the woods. He was looking from left to right frantically, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't need to know what was happening. Poor, defenseless little human.

I watched him from the bushes. His blood was so strong, running hot throughout his body, tinged with fear and hope. Fear and hope. He wanted to escape down this mountain, but he couldn't escape her, couldn't escape me.

The monster lurched within me. No … not monster. This was my friend. This … creature, writhing inside me, was what I lived for. I was satisfied only when the creature was satisfied. And this man, this young boy, would satisfy it and me.

"Need help?" I asked, walking out from the bushes.

His eyes landed on mine and then he slowly took in my appearance. The beautiful dress that of the 1940's … something his great grandmother would have worn. It must have frightened him. But I could see the hope again, and even a little attraction.

"Ah, yes," he replied quickly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "I'm lost … I don't think I can find my way back down the mountain. I'm running … and I don't know where to go." He studied me closer. "Hey, don't I know you?"

I smiled, letting my teeth show. "I believe we met once."

He smiled back; he was unable to do anything else. I had him wrapped around my finger. He was interested in me. I had him. He was mine.

"Let me help you." He nodded and I walked to him. "You're so handsome," I told him shyly. He smiled again and I caught his eye. Suddenly, the air changed. He was serious and so was I. Smiling, I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his neck slowly.

His knees buckled and I bit down. Hard.

He fell to the ground and tried to scream but he couldn't. He struggled under me but he was no match. His eyes dimmed and glassed over, the look of death. He would forever be staring up at the stars

Death is easy, I thought, living is much harder. Especially when you are prey to someone, some creature, like me.

The image shifted to the ballroom, where I saw a group of people huddled in the middle, staring wildly at the old ballroom, the magnificent architecture. I watched, a ghost in the corner, as the vampires appeared out of thin air and walked towards them, slowly.

There was a little boy with a Red Sox baseball camp, clutching a deck of sports cards with sticky hands. His little sister, of only four years, liked to hold onto his arm and watch him create fantasy teams.

They were killed.

A newlywed couple could hardly keep their hands off of each other. Not a second passed where they weren't holding hands, bumping hips, or touching each other's skin. They were fresh out of college, ready to embark on the world together.

They were murdered.

Six seniors on a high school trip were going on one last adventure before they departed and went to college. Two of them were going somewhere together because they wanted to get married; the other four were all going somewhere separate. The possibility of seeing each other, or remembering one another, after this trip, was very slim.

Monsters drank their blood.

Countless others lost their lives.

All because of you, Renesmee. You didn't stop them. How many did you save? One of them? Out of what … forty? You have no right to call yourself a Cullen. If your family was here, all of them would have been spared.

Do you even know if that boy made it out alive? Do you, Renesmee?

Renesmee …

Renesmee …

"Renesmee! Wake up! Wake up!"

Someone was screaming. And someone was yelling back. I felt my throat burning and I realized I was the one screaming. Dominic was the one trying to shake me awake. My eyes were unfocused … I could hardly see his messy fair hair, his charcoal eyes, his worried look.

He was a murderer.

"Monsters," I mumbled. "They are all monsters … why did they have to die?" I was struggling now, trying to sit up. I couldn't, however, because Dominic had pinned me down. Was he going to kill me, like all those other people? Those children, that newlywed couple, those high school kids … all of them, dead. Was that how I was going to die?

The tears were making everything blurry. It was dark and all I could see was Dominic's face; there was a ring of light above his head … it made him look like an Angel.

"You didn't even know them," he said quietly, trying to calm me down.

"Does that matter?" I screamed at him. "You killed those people without any remorse. They were all alive … alive, Dominic. Did you forget what that's like? They didn't deserve to die like that. They were supposed to live a long time, play with baseball cards, get married, and go to college … Now they can't!" I couldn't speak, the tears filled my throat. "Now they can't …"

He looked at me with an expression I had only seen on him once before. Back a hundred years ago, when I'd first met him face to face, he had told me his benefit of delivering me to Volturi would be freedom. From who or what, I still didn't know.

He was looking that way right now.

"I did not kill those people," he whispered and I was suddenly silenced. "I … could not do it, Angel. It would have crushed me, hurting them when I knew there was something different. However, the others do not yet understand that there is another option." He smiled sadly and I choked on a sob.

"Why did they die?" I insisted, trying hard to not believe him, but failing miserably. The look in his eyes told me that he was being honest. And Dominic hardly ever lied about anything.

"Why does anyone have to die?" he countered. Then he crawled off of me. "Everyone dies, Renesmee. Everything happens for a reason. People die sooner than others. And some of them seem like they die before they should."

"Like all of those people."

He nodded slowly. "And like my sister, my family."

I watched as he collected himself. He was crouched over, his hands resting tightly on his legs. He wouldn't meet my eyes. I watched him though, the tears never ceasing. I was trying to stop, but I couldn't. I hadn't cried in so long … this was everything I had saved up.

"Mistress Plume was working for the Volturi," he explained slowly. "She was sent here to study our family. Jack and I were excellent students. We excelled at our studies and physical activities. We were loved in the town we lived in. When the Volturi caught wind of us, they sent out Mistress Plume to spy on us; they wanted to see if we would make good assets for them.

"And then, when we found Gemma, Mistress Plume fell in love with her. She loved Gemma like a daughter. We all loved her. Between my mother and father and treating her like a princess, Jack and I loving her more than each other, and Mistress Plume, she was probably the most spoiled girl of the decade. But we did not care. We loved her."

He stopped and leaned back, looking out of the windows to the rain. Thunder cracked and lightning flared but I didn't move. The tears were slowing but I still couldn't get those faces out of my head. The little kids, the married couple, the college students …

"Mother decided to throw a party," he said. "It was two days before he was going to be sent off to fight in the war. Gemma insisted that we had a joint party because she was in love with one of Jack's friends, David. They were so happy together and she wanted him to be loved as well, because both of his parents had been killed in the war already. So a joint party it was.

"Monsters, the vampires, attacked that day. I found out later that Jack was not strong enough to be a vampire. His heart was too soft, too kind to handle what they wanted him to do. But me, I was perfect. With the perfect amount of charisma, dedication, and cold personality, I was the one they wanted.

"They held me back as I struggled to get away. They killed my mother and father first, being sure to drink their blood in front of me. And then Jack and David. They yelled, kicked, punched, fought like hell but they were not strong enough. The vampires enjoyed them. And then they reached Gemma …"

I grabbed his hand because he was shaking. My lip trembled again.

"She had the most beautiful red hair," he said softly. "That was the only real difference between her and my family. We were all blonde but she had fiery hair, like her personality. They smelled it and pulled at it, running it through their fingers like liquid fire. She screamed. She was wearing this beautiful white dress, the color of purity.

"It took the longest to drink her. She screamed until she finally became numb. Then they threw her away and turned to me. I screamed at them, cursed them. The lead vampire walked up to me and put two fingers on my lips. He said, 'You survived the extermination of your family, boy. I know for a fact that you will survive this.'"

He reached up and tugged his color down. Even in the darkness, I could see the half-moon outline of a vampire bite. I looked away.

"For years, the Volturi has been sending me on missions. They say, every time, that I will be set free from their grasp when I complete it. All of them are horrible, gruesome, but I do them without fail. They have taken care of me, shaped me to be the strongest. All I have to do is break away. I want to live without their constant badgering.

"They told me to bring you, and only you, to them for observation. They explained who you were and what you were and sent me away telling me this was my last mission. And, like a damn fool, I believed them again. I will never free myself of them, Angel."

He stopped and I squeezed his hands. I only knew he felt it, however, when he squeezed back gently. I was about to say something, when he cut me off, "However … this mission has changed me." And then his eyes locked on mine. "And I do not know if being held back is such bad thing."

I smiled sadly.

For a moment, we stayed like that. The rain continued to fall but my tears had stopped. I was even more tired now than I was before. He let go of my hand and I let it fall, looking at him with questioning eyes.

He turned around and took a step. I could hardly detect my movement, it was so fast. I grabbed his arm and squeezed it tightly. "Don't leave," I said, staring at his arm, surprising myself with my words and how bad I meant them. When I met his eye, they were surprised as well. "We can go back to not talking tomorrow, but, please … the nightmares …"

He nodded and sat back down again.

He held my hand and his ice cold skin made me shiver but I didn't let go. He would watch me sleep and he could protect me from the bad dreams. I didn't know how, but I knew he would.

"I'm sorry," I whispered and he looked at me with an expression that said 'what do you have to be sorry for?' "I'm sorry about your sister. What the Volturi did was indescribably awful. I'm really sorry. It must have been the most terrifying moment in your life."

Smiling softly, he squeezed my hand lightly. "It was not the most terrifying, Angel," he said so quietly I thought that I didn't hear him at all. He stared at me with hard eyes. "When it comes to my past, most definitely it was the worst. But now … there is something else that can be far more terrifying."

I shut my eyes when I was sure than he wasn't going to say anything else. I was exhausted and I needed to sleep for tomorrow. Tomorrow I had to face Katherine and the rest of my murdering "friends." I needed the strength to get through the day.

That night, I dreamed of Jake and home, the rain, and everything that I missed desperately and wished I had back. I missed my family, the pack, and the small town of Forks, Washington.

A/N — The chapter title was named after a very awesome song by Train, called "Calling All Angels." Amazing, amazing song so please check it out! Okay, so, last chapter was happy … this one, not so much. XD. I've been itching to write this for a very long time and I felt like the time was right.

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