I have this bad habit to write the end to a story before I finish it. It helps me motivate myself to move forward on the story even if I hate ending things. At this point I'm going to make my leave. We'll miss you, Dol. If it's important I might make another appearance. Bella needs me. Bye, guys.

We were all gathered in my room. Rosalie was lying on her back on my bed staring at the ceiling. Her body was covered in yellowing bruises. Emmett was sitting next to her head watching her with worry.

"Last night I talked to Dol's lower consciousness." I finally said after we'd sat silently.

"You talked to Dol?" Rosalie asked with surprise.

"I talked to her lower consciousness. Not her."

"That makes no sense." Emmett was clearly confused by what I'd said.

"When I was trapped in my head my subconscious manifested itself in my fantasy life as Dol. That's what I'd assumed it was when she appeared. It wasn't my subconscious though. It was her lower consciousness. I don't understand my ability, I really don't."

"So she used your ability? How is that possible?" Rosalie pushed herself up into a sitting position, wincing at the movements.

"Something to do with the connection between us, I don't know what. That's not the point."

"Bella, that doesn't make any sense." Rosalie's voice was full of worry. She thought I was losing my grip on reality. I could see it in the way she looked at me.

"Don't you do that, Rose. Don't you talk at me like I'm the lesser person. I get it. I'm going crazy. This isn't part of it though."

"Fine. What did her…lower consciousness have to say?"

I shook my head at her, it was clear she didn't believe it. "She told me she was sedated."

"Sedated?" Confusion covered Rose's expression. "Who the Hell would sedate her? This honestly-"

"I don't know, Rose. I have no idea. I'm just passing the message along."

Emmett looked thoughtful though, he stood and headed to the door. "Rosalie, take her to see Renesmee. I need to talk to Stefan."

"What about?" He didn't answer her though, instead he took off out of the room leaving us alone. "God dammit. Emmett!" She got up and headed for the door, I grabbed her arm, carefully, forcing her to stop. "Bella, let me go!" She jerked against me and winced when the force caused me to push against her bruised skin.

"Rose, whatever it is he'll tell us later." She growled at me, jerking against my grip.

"Let go of me." I let her go fully expecting her to bolt out the door. Instead she stood there, glaring at me. Now I saw it though. The look in her eyes was fear. Solid fear. "Last time he bolted out the door without explanation to the Lado he ratted out the escape." Her voice was full of pain and anger.

"He won't-"

"Whatever. Let's go see Ness."

"Ness?"

"I've met her before. We were close friends for a while." She headed out the door before I could ask her about it.

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Rosalie hadn't been joking. The dungeon was full of half drained humans and the smell of blood. Lots of blood. I secured the wall blocking the thirst the best I could but it was hard to focus all the same. I also understood why it had made Dol vomit when we'd been taken down here. It hurt to see what could have happened to us down here.

"Leah spent her last night across from me." Renesmee spoke quietly from where she was, her voice startled me. "My dad told me you'd come visit." I stopped looking at the shifters and humans and walked through the center until I was standing in front of Renesmee's cell. "You've changed since I last saw you." She smiled sadly. "Why are you here?"

I sat down in front of her and set my hand on the bars. She watched me with a curious look in her eyes. "I wanted to ask more about your father."

"I know. You could've asked Rosalie though. You came to me for another reason."

"There's got to be things you know about your father that no one else does." She pursed her lips and searched my expression. "You will have to let me in your head."

"What does that mean?"

"I have an ability." She lifted her hand and placed it on the bar with mine so that we were touching. I jerked away when images of me lying helpless in the corner of the cage I had been in before entered my head. "You saw that?" Surprise was in her voice.

"What the hell?"

"That's my ability. I can send my thoughts to others by touching them. You saw that though?"

"How the hell did you do that?"

"Maybe I can bypass shields? I honestly don't know."

I watched her expression to see if she was lying. She wasn't. So she didn't know she could bypass my shield? Then again how could she? As far as I was aware I was the only person with an ability like this.

"Let me show you my father." She finally said after we sat there reading each other's expressions for a minute. "Who he is and who he can be. If he chooses it." I hesitated then put my hand on hers.

"Renesmee." My –Renesmee's- mother's voice filled my –her- ears in a choked breath. Her grip on me loosened as her dead limbs dropped to her side.

"Taylor!" Edward growled as he leaned over me and my mother. Everything was strange, the guilt, the fear, the curiosity. I blinked and looked at Edward again. "Don't you die on me! Taylor!" He bit my mother's neck, her arm, her shoulder. I could smell something sweet, something delicious. I leaned in towards my mother's neck before hands wrapped around me and lifted me. I made a strange sound somewhere between a squeak and a hiss.

"Ed-" The woman holding me's voice was strained. The voice belonged to Alice.

"Don't you dare. She's alive." Edward snarled at Alice as he continued biting my mother.

"She's gone. Edward, she's gone." He lifted away from my mother's broken corpse and eyed me with something that rooted fear in me.

"She's alive." He growled and stepped around the corpse of my mother.

"She's dead." Alice spoke and stepped back against the wall. "You should've let Carlisle be here. You shouldn't have hidden her. She is dead, Edward."

He looked at me then behind me at the woman holding me.

"Clean her up. She will never leave here. No one will know what happened." He pushed past both of us and left the two of us with my dead mother.

"I'm sorry, Renesmee." Alice's voice filled our ears.

She pulled her hand away with tears in her eyes. "My first memory outside of my mother's stomach."

"Did he…"

"He truly loved my mother. He did. That's what triggered his obsession. I may have stretched the facts when I first met you and Dol. It was for your own good. The more you feared him the less likely…"

"The less likely I would trust him?"

"He only loved my mother. He has destroyed the lives of many women trying to cope with his desperation. My father can be a good man for the right people. For everyone else though. He's dangerous."

"I know that. Renesmee…how old are you?"

She smiled sadly, biting her lip. "I have been alive for fifty years." Fifty years… "Yes I have spent all fifty years in this cage."

Fifty years underground. Eight years with limited freedoms in Volterra had driven me crazy. Fifty years in that cage. Fifty years. I stared at the girl in shock.

"How?"

"You thought you were insane, correct? When you arrived here you thought Dol was a hallucination?" She lifted her hand and touched the palm of my hand, what I saw now was unsettling. The area around me was filled with people and dogs and mutant blobs, each person had no face, each animal had something wrong with it, a missing ear, a missing eye, you name it. Each of the blobs lurked in the corners of her vision, staying out of sight but also visible enough to show how distorted they were. I started seeing things a long time ago. A very long time ago. The challenge used to be discerning reality from reality until I accepted that reality was much worse than the hallucinations. Even though I see them they keep me sane. They remind me how bad everything is. Then there's her. Out of all the hallucinations one became familiar. Very familiar. The woman I'd seen in her memory earlier…her mother stepped forward until she was standing beside me in Renesmee's sight. I guess you could say I embraced the insanity. I ignore the disturbing hallucinations most of the time. Except her. When I began hallucinating her I started realizing maybe it wasn't all horrible. Maybe I could be okay. She pulled her hand away, I blinked rapidly. "My father destroyed me. He claims he did what he did to keep me alive but the truth is he was too much of a coward to let me go. I could've escaped years ago but…I'm insane." She shrugged. "I care about what happens to others but…it's easier to fall back into the hallucinations. I'm sure you can relate."

"I have never hallucinated." I knew what she meant though. It was easier to fall back into fiction than deal with reality. The temptation was overwhelming.

"You aren't stupid, Bella. Rosalie retreated to her books, I retreated to hallucinations. You retreated to your mind. In the long run we all accepted that… Reality. It royally sucks."

"What are you talking about?"

"Even if you make it through all of this. Even if you make it out without my father killing you; without another vampire killing you. You're as stable as the ground you walk on. Girl, we're walking on marble. What happens when you walk on dirt?"

I got up and went to move away, she grabbed my arm and filled my head with memories, brown haired brown eyes women. Each one human, each one in the same place I had sat in, each one naked and bloody and bruised. I ripped my arm out of her grip, trembling.

"Do yourself a favor. Fall into that dirt."

I shook my head, pushing those images behind a wall. I was shaking and trembling. "Renesmee, you are a coward. I won't hide. Never again."

"You look like my mother. Too much like her. I don't care if you're a vampire, he will hurt you. You should hide. You should bury yourself."

"I'll kill him before he does worse."

"I'm sorry, Bella. I really am." The girl in the cage closed her eyes and sighed, smiling softly. "Enjoy reality. I'll be eating cake with my mom."

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I stared at the ceiling, contemplating everything Renesmee had told me. She wasn't all there. It was clear. Edward. My God, Edward. He'd implied to me he wanted to help her and somewhere deep down I wanted to believe it. Then there was what she'd said about reality. It was hard to deal with. How far was I from falling back into the fantasy world I'd created?

This knowledge did give me some leverage with Edward. Why had I gone down there?

It twisted and turned in my gut. I knew why.

Hope.

I wanted to believe deep down that I might have a future with Edward. The real Edward. No matter how much I wanted to separate reality from fiction, I wanted to believe deep down that he could love me.

B…Bella? Dol's voice was so faint in my head I almost didn't hear it.

It's time for things to start falling into place. Again, not good at doing another person's memories in Bella's perspective.