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Chapter Two

Renesmee

I did not know what was going on.

Mom and Dad were running around, looking panicked and grabbing things, stuffing them into bags and luggage cases. After a talk with Mom, Jacob had rushed back to his home for a reason that I suspected had something to do with the talk. But I just wandered around cluelessly, asking for answers.

No one gave me a straight one.

"We're going on a trip!" Mom had said rather shakily.

Duh. Why else would they be packing bags?

But when I asked where, Mom just said: "It's a surprise, Renesmee."

So, I had decided to try and communicate with Dad in hopes of a better answer.

It was a waste of time. He had basically said the same thing except in a less shaky way.

I was hoping Jacob would provide me with a better answer.

So, while my parents rummaged around the fridge, grabbing refrigerated, bottled blood from a previous hunt, I sat at the door, waiting for Jacob to come back.

After all, he did say he would come back.

"Nessie, do you want bear blood or mountain lion blood?" Dad asked.

I didn't say anything because I knew that he would be able to pick up the answer from my mind.

He took a few bottles of mountain lion blood. But honestly, I wanted human blood.

The thought of human blood made my mouth water. If only…

Dad shot me a stern look. Mom watched our exchange with confusion, having no idea whatsoever.

Before Dad could tell Mom what I was thinking, I jumped up. Jacob was almost here, getting nearer by the second. I could feel it in my bones.

I didn't understand this "sixth sense" I had. I could easily tell how near Jacob was to me, and I could feel his emotions.

It didn't work with anybody else, though.

Mom and Dad finished up with the luggage and handed me a backpack. With a sniff, I found out was in the bag; a sketchpad and some pencils (they were probably there to treat boredom), a phone (for emergencies?), bottled mountain lion blood (was this trip long enough for me to get hungry?), human food (eww, why?), and human blood (what?).

Before I could ask about the human blood and thank them for it, Mom came around with a small luggage case.

"For you," she explained, "There are clothes in it, as well as some other things you'd need."

I stared at the case. My parents each had one as well. How long was this trip, anyways?

I decided to try and ask the most important question, again.

Dad read my mind and shook his head. Well, I guess he wouldn't be answering.

At that moment, the door opened, and Jacob came in. I rushed over to him immediately. But Dad wasn't as happy.

"Jacob," he snarled, "Haven't you ever heard of knocking? Or maybe ringing the doorbell?"

Why was he yelling at Jacob for something as simple as door opening? He must have been in a bad mood. And I guessed that it was because of the trip.

Maybe I could get Jacob to tell me about this trip…

Dad, of course, read my mind, again, and said to Jacob: "Don't answer her question."

Jacob looked quite confused. And I probably looked quite angry. Not at him, though.

I screamed at Dad in my mind. Why wouldn't he just let me know?

Dad sighed and shook his head. Again.

Mom and Jacob were staring at us, still confused. Oh well.

"At least tell me if Jacob is going. Or is he not?" I

mind-shouted at Dad.

"Yes, he's going." Dad said with a sigh.

"Who?" Mom asked.

Apparently, he was too lazy to say Jacob's name. Instead, he just pointed at him.

Though Dad had told Jacob not to answer my question, I decided to try asking, anyways.

"Jake," I said, "Do you know where we're going?"

He looked at Dad nervously.

"Umm… Nessie? It might not be the best idea to tell you…"

I scowled at them.

To my surprise, Mom opened her mouth.

"Italy." She muttered.

Dad and Jacob stared at her. They probably hadn't expected her to answer my question.

"And why are we going there?" I asked.

Dad and Jacob looked at her nervously. They weretrying to hide something from me.

Mom bit her lip.

"Your Aunts and Uncles and Grandparents would be there." Dad said, jumping into the conversation.

Okay. I guess it sounded truthful enough. But Mom kept biting her lip and Jake was looking at me nervously, so I doubted that what Dad had said would be the complete truth.

But I accepted it anyways, since I was pretty sure that this would be the best answer I could get.

"So… How are we getting to Italy?" I said, giving up on digging for answers that they clearly didn't want me to know. I figured that I'd probably get an answer for this question.

And I did.

"We're going on a plane." Dad said.