A/N: Another day, another chapter. I know it's already February and this isn't done yet, but in all honesty I have had no time for this. Happy New Year!

POV: Renesmee

Disclaimer: Don't look at me, I'm not the author.

Chapter 27: Help from the Outside

It was Aro. Honestly, who was surprised? The only thing I hated about this situation, besides everything else, was that he was holding Jason by the hair and looked like he'd dragged him all the way up here. If Jason wasn't yet unconscious, he soon would be.

"Let him go, Aro," I snarled, but it didn't seem menacing even to me, much less to a thousand-year-old vampire.

"For that to happen, your little friends are going to have to back away from the cell door. Now."

Percy and the other boy, the one who had rescued me — Nico, I think his name was — backed off immediately. Percy's eyes darted to Jason, then me. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over again, as if he didn't know what to do. We were a little bit outnumbered, as far as strength and speed went.

Aro was looking at Jason with curious red eyes. "And what exactly are you? I have never before smelled a human like this. A human this tasty."

Jason coughed, but somehow managed to snap back. "That's cuz we're not human, you son of a —"

Aro cut him off by baring his fangs. "That's no proper way to address me. I am the king of vampires, and no human, no matter how strong, will talk to me like that."

Jason paled but held firm. "We aren't human, stupid."

"Perhaps a human-vampire hybrid, like young Nessie here?" Aro's smile twisted wickedly. I was just surprised Aro hadn't yet reached for Jason's hand to see the truth for himself, mind-reader by touch that he was.

"Nope." Jason was certainly enjoying playing with Aro. Until Aro knew what he was, he wouldn't kill him. I was just praying that Jason remembered what I'd told him about Aro's psychic gift.

Apparently he did, because he tried his best to snatch his hand away when Aro reached for it. Despite his efforts, Aro was still a vampire, and had very fast reflexes. He caught Jason's hand so fast that there was a distinct cracking sound that indicated Jason's hand was broken.

"Demigods?" Aro asked himself. Even though he was still holding Jason's skin, and had access to all his memories to prove it was indeed true, Aro started laughing.

"C'mon, dude, what's so funny?" Jason asked irritably.

"Well, all the evidence is here, right before me, and it all does indeed make sense, but I simply cannot accept a phenomenon like this. And were I you I would refrain from calling me 'dude' unless you'd like to lose your head." Aro's face was unforgiving. "Despite this, I'd be interested to see what would happen if a demigod became a vampire."

"No," I whispered. "No, no, no!"

"Why not, dear Renesmee? We could see how extensive their powers could be. Although, with the overwhelming scent of your blood, I don't know if a vampire who bit you could stop drinking…" Aro looked thoughtful, distant as he let go of Jason's hand.

I glanced over at Percy and Nico. They were so pale they could've passed as vampires.

"Curious, curious indeed. But no, dear Renesmee, I will not bite any of them. Not yet."

I almost breathed a sigh of relief, but I knew there was always a catch with Aro.

"I think a certain level of… how shall I put it… experimenting… could be deemed appropriate for this situation. But I only need one of you demigods for that. So who should stay, who should go? Always the eternal question." Aro's eyes shined with a deadly bloodlust.

"I think we'll—"

But he was cut off as a whirl of blurring shape hit him in the side, knocking him into the air so he crashed with enormous force into the wall at the end of the hallway, breaking the bricks and leaving a hole to the outside.

It was another vampire, his teeth bared sharply and hissing protectively. But this one had eyes not red — yellow, in fact…

"Daddy?" I whispered, tears starting to fall down my face.

"Not now, Nessie," he said, breaking the lock on the cell door with a flick of his hand. "Get to safety with the others. NOW!" And I watched as my father lunged at Aro, fighting for his life and family.

"You heard him, let's go!" I rushed out of the cell, not even having the chance to relish my freedom as we all took off in the opposite direction.

"Nico, can you —?" Percy panted as we ran down the hallway, straight towards the other vampires who no doubt would be feasting on the tourists right now.

"Yeah. For sure. Not sure how much just my power can hold them back, though…" and as he said it, the dark-haired boy stretched out his arms. The ground in front of us cracked and out jumped five skeletons, eyes hauntingly undead and bones clacking noisily. They rushed off in front of us, a dark cloud following them.

"Jason?"

"On it, Percy." He began muttering in what sounded like Latin.

As we rounded the corner, we almost ran head-first into another seven pale figures. Aunt Alice kissed my head before rushing off. Carlisle and Esme looked at me. Mom just hugged me, and stayed after the rest had gone, running to help Dad.

"You need to get to safety." She looked like she'd be crying if she could.

"Of course, Momma."

"I trust you all to protect each other. Get as far away from here as possible." And she hugged me one last time and zipped away.

As much as I felt like curling up right then and there and crying, we had to keep going.

So we ran on.

A/N: Not sure how fast I'll update, but I'll try my best.