A/N: It's a short chapter in Nessie's POV. I got a review asking why I could only update once a month. It's more of a would thing. I'm more focused on We Stand Together, my main story. And less reviews = less motivation = less frequent updates. Enjoy!

POVs: Renesmee

Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own anything, and neither do you.

Chapter 22: Caged

I was caged like an animal. And I was not happy.

I looked at the black mold growing up and down the stone walls of my cellar and on the floor idly, trying to ignore the growling of my stomach. I'd been in here for three days, and my only slightly satisfied appetite was not helping the fact I needed food. I could eat human food, sure, but what I really needed right now was blood.

And not just animal blood. I longed for the red liquid I hadn't tasted since I was a baby — human blood. The sludge on the wall got slightly defocused as I thought of the tang.

The first day of my — little stay — here in the Volturi's clutches, Aro had come to visit me. "Ah, sweet Renesmee. It seems like only yesterday you hid behind your parents and wolf friend."

His words had caused severe pain. It had been so long since I'd seen Jacob. I longed for my older brother, the one who I could only call friend and family.

I'd threatened to loose my family on Aro and his precious guard unless he let me go. But as good as my lying skills were, inherited from my dad, Aro had caught and called my bluff.

He knew what a threat his own cult was to my coven. If we so much as touched a hair on their arms, Aro would have a new excuse to execute us all. We'd gotten away only by a miracle last time, and we wouldn't be so lucky this time.

Caius was especially looking forward to killing us. I spat in disgust at just the thought.

Why had Percy and Jason not come yet? They should have been here by now and rescued me. But, I thought, they couldn't. What were two demigods against ancient vampires who would drink their blood in half a second? Who could very easily outrun, outmaneuver, and catch them?

No, I knew that if I was getting out of here I'd have to do it on my own. The only way for Percy and Jason to get me out would be to kill the entire guard, probably by setting the castle on fire, but it wouldn't work.

And if they did set the castle on fire, there was always the off chance that I would burn to death too. The reason that normal vampires burned so easily and quickly was because their skin was coated in their venom. Said venom is flammable, so any flame that came too close would easily torch and toast their bodies past recognition.

I was supposedly venomless, so I wouldn't catch on fire like I was made of kerosine, but I could definitely burn like a regular human if the fire reached my cell.

So, no. Fire was not an option. Percy's ability to call up water was also useless in the situation. If he flooded the whole place, the only one to die would be me. Vampires didn't need to breathe — their hearts didn't work.

Unfortunately, mine did, so I needed air as much as — well, perhaps less than — a regular human.

Jason's lightning was also not too helpful. Vampires' nerves were dead along with their heart. Even though Kate could shock vampires, a simple lightning bolt wouldn't really affect a vampire other than throwing him down for a second or two.

Well, that was unless the lightning bolt set the vampire on fire. A bubble of hope welled up inside me, but was soon extinguished. Jason had already proved that summoning just one lightning bolt took up a lot of energy. And there were a lot of Volturi guards.

So. I was stuck until I got myself out.

I suddenly remembered Aro's words. "Dear Renesmee, we won't let you starve. We will simply keep you in the cell until you find yourself too hungry to wait anymore and call out for food. Whenever you need it, my sweet," he'd said, cupping my chin and forcing me to look into his red eyes, "just call for me. We have a human guest ready and waiting for you to taste. The longer you wait," he'd called, walking out of the cell, "the more your meal will deteriorate."

I sat back down onto the dank cellar floor and inhaled deeply, the smell of must and mold filling my nostrils. I stared again at the black sludgy slime growing in the cracks of the walls, at the dusty, opaque window shards I'd broken the window into and forced myself to think.

Slowly, bit by bit, I formulated a plan.