Chapter 10

NPOV

"Renesmee? Honey, please say something." I hear Aunt Rosalie plead.

"She's in shock." Spoke Rebekah.

I was currently sat on the floor with my back to the couch. My arms are wrapped firmly round my legs that were tucked under my chin as the silent tears continued to flow down my cheeks. I couldn't find it in me to say anything, or more over I didn't want to. What good were words right now? They couldn't possibly fix my broken heart or make this pain any less agonizing.

"It's gonna be alright, Love." Said Klaus who had knelt beside me to place a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"How can you say that?" Rosalie bit at him. "Exactly how is any of this gonna be alright?!"

"It's called reassurance Love, you should try looking it up sometime." Klaus hissed.

"Enough! This is not the time to be brawling like infants. Right now this girl needs to feel safe and cared for and as Renesmee's protector's it is our prime concern to make certain that no harm comes to her, do you both understand?" Elijah states raising his voice above the pair.

Out the corner of my eye I saw both Klaus and Rosalie nod just before we heard footsteps approach the house.

Knock knock knock

Rosalie swiftly got up and to go answer the door, however I really wished she hadn't because of the voice I heard next.

"Hi."

"I don't bloody believe it." Rebekah hissed.

It was Stefan.

"What the hell do you want?" Rosalie growls.

"Is Renesmee around?" Stefan asked.

"Why? Come to finish what your fuck nut of a brother started last night? She doesn't want to see you."

"I just came to apologize. What happened yesterday should never have happened. I told Damon not to do anything until we knew for sure whether you were a threat to us, or not. What he did was both stupid and…"

"Stupid?! He was gonna kill her! I'd say that was more than fucking stupid Stefan, wouldn't you?!" Rosalie yelled.

"I know, and there's no one else who regrets it more than I do." Said Stefan.

"Oh, you think so do you?"

"I promise you, nothing like that will ever happen again."

"Your damn right it won't, and I'll make sure of it. My niece is a sweet and innocent young girl and what he did to her will NOT go unpunished. In fact, when you see Damon, you give that bastard a message from me. Tell him that he has until tonight in which to get out of town and run as fast and as far as he possibly can, or I swear to god Stefan, on my life, come this time tomorrow… he is finished." Rosalie swore.

I wince a little as the door was then slammed shut, and suddenly something caught my eye on the mantel piece. It was the family photo, the very one that Aunt Rosalie had given to me for my 4th birthday. It had been taken at a time when my Mother was still human. Rosalie always said that I looked so much like her. That's when I recalled the first time I'd heard the sweet soothing sound of my Mom's voice. It was back before I was born when she and Dad hadn't been too sure of my gender.

"It's so strange, I thought he was like me but he's not… He's like you. Good. Pure. He's happy." Said Dad.

"Of course you are. Of course your happy how could you not be? I love you so much." That was Mom.

I remembered thinking at that moment, 'I love you too Mommy and I can't wait to meet you'. The last memory I had of my Mother was of her laid on a bed appearing sick. But even so, she'd reminded me of an angel.

"Beautiful." She'd said gazing upon me in awe and affection.

That memory had stayed fresh in my mind as though it were yesterday. It was my most cherished of all because it showed just how much my Mom had loved me. She and Dad both. And it had been their down fall.

They'd fought for me, and now they were lost to each other, because of me. And oh god, did that realization cause me to feel ill. The guilt washed over me like a tidal wave and as it did the tears begun to fall faster.

"It's my fault." I mutter.

"What?" Aunt Rosalie says.

"All of this is my fault." I sniffled. "If I'd just faced up to the Volturi before, none of this would be happening."

"Don't do that Renesmee. You can't blame yourself. You've done nothing wrong." She says coming to kneel in front of me taking my hands in her own. "This is exactly how the Volturi want you to feel. They want you to tear yourself down. But you can't do that, because if you do…they win."

I scoffed at this.

"Don't you get it by now, Rose? They've already won. My life is a complete and utter train wreck. I'm a walking disaster. A jinx to anyone who gets close to me." I sniffle and lightly shake my head. "And that's how it's gonna continue to be, isn't it? No matter where I go or what I try to do, I'll never be able to live my life in peace. In the end I'll be alone because everyone I love will either be dead or have turned their backs on me."

"Renesmee..."

"And it doesn't matter how many times you tell me that it won't happen, because I know for a fact it will. Where our enemies are concerned, it will." I added.

Just then I felt Klaus cup my chin as he turned me to face him.

"Now listen to me, Love." He says staring deep into my eyes. "You, Renesmee Cullen, are the long-awaited mate of Klaus Mikaelson. You are the bravest most compassionate soul I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. You are strong and filled with a light so pure that even my siblings could not resist its beauty. Nothing and no one is going to harm you ever again. Anyone that dares shall suffer at my hand."

Using his thumb Klaus lightly brushes my tears away.

"You are what matters most to me now." He softly spoke.

"I'm just so tired. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of being afraid. I'm tired of losing the people I love. I just want it to stop." I sobbed.

Klaus then gently pulls me into his arms so my head was resting against his chest.

"Shh, don't cry Love. Please don't cry." He tries soothing me by smoothing a hand over my hair.

"Please, make it stop. Just make the pain go away."

I wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life, afraid that at any moment that he too would be taken from me.

"I will sweetheart. I promise you, I will."

Klaus's POV

It was very rare that I'd find myself stricken with grief, especially for another. But this was Renesmee, my Anessa, my soulmate, the girl I had but literally torn through time to find. After she'd vanished before me that day I'd been overcome by deep depression. I'd felt more alone than ever before. Whenever my siblings asked me what had me so upset I'd simply shrug them off and say it was nothing. Back then I didn't deem it necessary to tell them about the mystery girl from the future, they would have only thought me mad and told our Mother and Mikael and I didn't want that bastard to know about my little enigma.

Though I thought of my Anessa every passing day since our first encounter I never for a second thought we'd meet again. That was until I met a certain witch in 1491. I'd been out running some errands one day when she'd approached and introduced herself as Izabelle Lucrezia Swan, the daughter of Charles Swan, Anessa's great grandmother six times over. She'd come to me with a message regarding my destined mate. I did have my doubts at first and thought perhaps she was trying to fool me, but that all perished as soon as I heard her utter my mates full name.

Renesmee Carlie Cullen.

I could have kissed fates right then for being so generous to me for once. Izabelle had then provided me with the date of which Anessa would be born on along with the exact time and location. She warned me though how there would be ramifications if I acted too fast and did not allow certain events to play out. According to Izabelle I had to wait until I felt that my mate was at her most vulnerable and ONLY then could I be with her forever.

The day of Anessa's birth I'd felt it in my heart. I'd wanted so bad to go to her but knew I had to wait or otherwise risk all from my own selfishness. But here I was at last. It wasn't exactly the reunion I'd imagined in my head over the centuries. It wasn't exactly my dream to turn up and find my mate being chewed into by a pack of rabid wolves. Still thinking about it caused my blood to boil. I'd never felt such rage the way I had last night, safe to say though that her pain was paid for in full and those mutts wouldn't ever be coming back.

That just left the Volturi. They were next on my list. I should have killed those Italian bastard's years ago. Even their name left a wretched taste on my tongue. They'd crossed my family one too many times in the past and were constantly warned time and time again and had lost a decent amount of numbers because of their foolishness. But this was the final most unforgiving act. No one caused my mate boundless misery and expected to get away with it. I would have the King's heads for all they'd done to Anessa.

"She's falling asleep." Rosalie whispers.

Anessa's eyes had shut after a couple of minutes whilst her head was still resting on my chest, not that I minded at all. Her breathing had slowed to a more calming pace meaning that she had indeed drifted off.

"So it would seem." I respond.

"Perhaps it would be best to take her upstairs and let her rest." Rebekah suggests.

"That's not a bad idea." Rosalie says.

She motions to take Anessa from me but as if on impulse I felt my mate's arms tighten around my waist as her Aunt tried to lift her up.

"It looks as though she won't be going anywhere. It seems even in her sleep she's attached to you brother." Elijah amuses.

"Well that's not necessarily a bad thing now is it?" I smirk at him.

"Yeah, well it is to me. Your legal and she's not so hands off until I say otherwise, got it?" Rosalie interprets.

I roll my eyes dismissively as she was beginning to really get on my nerves.

"I may be a bastard Love but I was raised to be an upstanding gentleman toward the opposite sex. I wouldn't pressure Renesmee into anything she wasn't comfortable with."

"Don't…fight…" Anessa utters in her sleep.

I glance down to see her nuzzling my chest sending a wave of warmth through my body just knowing she wanted to be this close to me.

"You both heard her." Rebekah snarks.

Rosalie seeming defeated lovingly pets Anessa's head and sighs.

"Okay, follow me. You can put her to bed." She says.

I nod and carefully gather my sleeping mate up into my arms being sure not to disturb her again. I then walk behind Rosalie as she leads me up to Anessa's room where I knelt on the bed and soundly lay the young girl down, only she still would not release me even as I try to break her hold.

"Klaus… Don't go… Don't leave me…"

My heart suddenly constricts by the whimpers that had come from my mate and unable to bare separating myself from her right then I look over my shoulder at Rosalie with a pleading expression that she seems to understand.

"She's not gonna let you go. Just lay down beside her, but don't try anything funny." She warns throwing me a stern expression that I guessed was meant to scare me.

In return I just nod and slip off my shoes and coat before joining my mate on the bed. Anessa had then unknowingly adjusted herself so she was curled up into me. Her head now laid above where my heart was while her left arm was holding on to my waist, my own had wrapped its way round her shoulder in a safe guarding manner. I then moved my other arm so that it was resting under my head and as I hear the door click shut I found myself pressing my nose into Anessa's hairline inhaling in her glorious scent before brushing my lips against her forehead to give it a kiss.

"Sleep well sweetheart. Let all your troubles drift far far away. I'm here now, I'm right here, and I'm never gonna let you go."

Third Person's POV

It was another dark day for the city of Volterra as the search for the immortal child continued. Word had gotten around some time ago about a Cold One lurking around in New Orleans with a young girl that had caused some disturbance so Aro had sent Santiago and Reneta to investigate, but no one had seen or heard from them since. Over the past 16 years members of the Volturi had mysteriously began to vanish. Nobody new why or how but the principal was that the Kings were furious about it, Aro especially who had begun to become more ruthless as time flew by. Even more so now because his wife was missing. Sulpicia had gone out to hunt the other day and had not returned since. It was that reason alone Caius was keeping a close eye on Athenodora, he refused to let his wife out of his sight until the perpetrator was brought to justice.

It was the middle of the afternoon and Alec was sat in his room reading a book when just then the door flew open and he looked up to see Jane walk in with a well pleased look on her face.

"What is it?" He asks her.

That's when she produces a phone and tosses it to Alec who after a few seconds found himself grinning at the message he saw on the screen.

THE BIRD HAS LANDED. GAME ON!

"Well, it's about damn time. I was beginning to think that this was all for nothing." He says sighing in relief.

"All good things come to those who wait." Jane slyly remarks.

Alec chuckles looking ominous right then.

"Yep, and it seems ours has finally paid off. Now is where the fun really begins. This entire place is gonna burn, and I'm gonna be the one that lights the match."

Author's Note: The Volturi have got troubles indeed. What are Jane and Alec planning? And just how will Klaus go about his revenge against the Kings?

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