Inevitability

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Wren's Point of View


"We can't waste another minute! We have to go after them!" I yelled, slamming my fist down onto the table. The beautiful piece of mahogany groaned under the blow, but held fast. My father reached forward from beside me, taking my fist in his hand. I shook it away.

"I agree," Bella but in. God bless her. "We can't have this family without Jacob, and the Volturi need to know that this will not be stood for."

"But how? We need to know what the Volturi are planning before we make any move."

"Jasper, I'd cool the passive soldier personality before I launch over this table and skewer you on the flagpole," I threatened, but he merely smiled in reply.

The house we had moved to was beautiful; a giant picturesque cabin made of thick logs stacked onto one another to make giant walls. The interior was just as grand, if a bit plain for now. It was obvious that no one had lived here before us, and I don't think I minded that very much. The place smelled fresh, clean and wholesome. Unfortunately, I had no time to enjoy all of that; my thoughts were wracked with worry for Jacob. Who knew what those foreign vampire were doing to him even as we argued?

Feeling my impatience grow, Jasper sent a wave of calm through the room. I tried to growl out my annoyance at him, but ended up merely slumped against my chair, exhausted.

"Let's all just calm down," Carlisle said. Kind of unnecessarily, since Jasper was currently pumping calm into the room at breakneck speed. "We need to make a plan, but first of all I think everyone should clear their heads; let's all reconvene here in a few hours."

Snarling, I stood up, so abruptly that my chair went flying out behind me. Shaking off my father's grip, I turned around, running up the flight of stairs to the half-landing that was in front of the main entrance to the cabin. It spread out to take up a second floor, and I turned right, to where mine and Jacob's, my daughters' and Seth's room were. I felt the lump in my throat grow to the point where I couldn't swallow, as I heard my family talking in muted whispers downstairs. Turning, I knocked twice on the door to Alex and Jessie's room. Opening it, I saw Seth crouched next to the two cribs where my daughter's where sleeping peacefully. Or at least, I thought they were. It turns out that, looking closer, Seth and Alex were having some sort of hardcore staring contest. It reminded me strongly of…

…No freaking way…

"Hey Seth," I murmured, smiling as I sat cross legged next to him. He jumped a little, before his face relaxed into a smile on seeing me. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, still grinning. I couldn't help but feel like a baby again, looking up at his giant mass. He was almost as big as Jacob.

Woah. Dangerous territory, Renesmee. Don't go there.

"Hiya Nessie," he said just as quietly. Next to us, Jessie shifted in her sleep, frowning a little as she turned over. I couldn't help but smile; babies are so damn cute. "What's up?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing," I replied, the grin on my face becoming uncontrollable. I could imagine the little wires coming together in his head. "So…I see you've taken a shining to one of my girls." His dark cheeks coloured with a blush, making the scent of werewolf blood momentarily stronger, before fading to the background once again.

"Yeah well…they are cute…"

"…And…?"

"Okay Nessie, I'll admit it," he said with a groan, flopping his hands down into his lap as he bent his head forward. I was reminded strongly of a wolf, prostrating itself in front of an Alpha. "Please don't beat me dead."

"I won't hurt you, Seth. I'm happy for you." I reached out, patting his shoulder. For this brief moment, it was easy to forget that he was more than a decade older than me. He seemed so young; the small golden wolf that I have always remembered him being. I smiled, taking my hand away again. "It's a wonderful feeling, having an imprint. You and Alex would be great together."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" We both whirled around as Edward came in the door. Despite the angry words, he didn't seem to be that mad. Perhaps it was wishful thinking. His eyes were black, both with not having hunted and with anger. I stood up, putting me hands up in front of me.

"Dad, calm down."

"How can I calm down. Now you're telling me my granddaughter had been imprinted upon? You know, at some point this is just becoming inbreeding!" I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile and stop my laughter, unsuccessfully. The giggle escaped me before I could attain control over myself, and it sounded unnaturally loud in the deadly quiet of the room. "I fail to see how this is funny, Renesmee."

"Dad, you're honestly going to get upset about something that cannot be helped all over again? I mean, Jacob was understandable, but Seth is our friend. I assume Jacob has already given his blessing, because otherwise when he was…caught…we would have found a little pile of Seth fur around the place. So…just…but out for once!"

My emotions felt like they were all over the place, but honestly, who was he to get angry about something like this? There were far more horrible things going on. Mentioning Jacob had reopened the wound of his absence all over again, both with this one, and when he had left after my rescue from Volterra, when I had been thought to miscarry. I had needed him then, and I needed him now. All my father had brought me in the past year was grief and anger. I didn't need that from him.

Conveniently, I had forgotten the good times too. The times filled with laughter and happiness. It's strange how easily good things can be overshadowed by the bad.

"Nessie…"

"No!" I growled, cutting off his apology. "Just…leave, father. Edward…leave…" After a split second of indecision, and what I'm sure was a mental assurance from my mother, he turned and left, the door slamming behind him.

"You know they're not going to let you go after him," Seth said quietly from behind me, and I turned, my face in my hands.

"I know," I replied. I was trying not to form the thought in my mind, knowing that as soon as I did my father would hear it. "But I can't just let him suffer. Who knows what they're doing to him?"

"You're playing right into their game."

"Frankly, Seth, I don't give a damn."

Later that night I was packed and ready. All I needed was money, a passport and some clothes. I could take care of the rest on my way. My family had gone out hunting, leaving me and Seth to baby sit. Rosalie was in the building too, but I was silent enough that she probably thought I was sleeping or something. After bidding Seth goodbye, I smiled as I jumped out of the window. The next family meeting had been scheduled for two hours from now; by the time all of them were back at the house, I would be long gone.

As I ran through the forest, staying clear of any vampire tracks - which was a feat in of itself, considering they were everywhere - I suddenly got this strange feeling of being followed. I figured it was one of my family, so I sped up, not wanting them to catch me. No one called out my name, but I hear rapid footsteps behind me. I pushed myself to run faster, my breathing becoming heavier. Still the pursuer gained. I was starting to panic; the only people who could run as fast as me was my father, and some unknown nomad I had yet to come across. I found myself fearing the former as much as the latter.

A large bulk was suddenly at my side. For the briefest moment, I had thought that Jacob had escaped, and that he was with me again. But this wolf was smaller, lither than my imprint. Looking closer, through the darkness, I could see that the fur was, in fact, grey.

Leah?

I stopped short, and the wolf took another step before pulling to a halt as well. She turned around, fixing me with her dark eyes. Then, after a moment, her shape blurred, shrinking in on itself until there she stood - sure enough, it was Leah. She quickly pulled on her light summer dress, more for modesty's sake than anything else, before pushing her long black hair from her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, sure that she had stayed behind with Sam and the rest of the Quileute's.

"I came to help you rescue Jacob. And discover that my baby brother has imprinted. Over all, it's been a fun day," she replied, her voice lilting with her famous sarcasm that I had come to know in my past decade on Earth.

"Okay…but why? How did you find out?"

"Word travels fast when you have an elder in the forest," she replied, sighing a little.

"You knew about him?"

"Of course; men are idiots, they never would have believed there could have been an elder in the forest. But logically, no one knows where Ephraim disappeared to, and why would he leave his native tribe alone to fend for themselves? Logic would have hinted at his presence the entire time. Besides, someone needs to look over those idiots." I couldn't help but smile as to how she referred to her 'tribe'. It was endearing, really.

"So…you're here to help me rescue Jacob?"

"I'm not going to let my favourite Alpha be a guard dog to foreign leeches." Her tone was light and teasing, but I could hear the real emotion behind it; see it in her eyes. She had put Jacob above Sam, the man she was in love with. It was a beautiful sentiment, no matter how much she wished to hide it behind jokes.

"Well I'm honoured to have you with me, Leah. Shall we?" I asked, starting to run again. She smiled eagerly, taking off her dress again before phasing. I could hear the familiar four beat gallop behind me as the grey would caught up. With a second party member, I was aware of how much more difficult this could be, but I honestly didn't care too much about that; I had the number of one J. Jenks. And I could also mimic my uncle's voice incredibly well.


Jacob's Point of View


When I woke up, every part of me hurt. Trying to stand, every joint ached and there was a sharp pain in my head. Things had healed, and the venom had apparently been sucked out, but it left the stem of my brain feeling like a freaking hot wire had been inserted directly into my skull. I groaned as I rubbed the back of my head, wincing as my hand brushed over the scar that still lingered. Great, fucking leech mark.

"Oh good, you're finally awake." I jumped away from the hissing voice, no matter how happy and light it seemed. Blinking around, I finally took in the room I was in. It was large and high-ceilinged, with light shafting in every which w ay from high-up windows. Well there goes jumping out to safety. The walls were made of thick grey slabs of stone. Something told me I couldn't break through those either. Finally, my eyes alighted on the vampire that I assumed had spoken. He wasn't like the Cullens'; true, his skin was pale and he smelled like leech, but his eyes were not golden, but crimson. His skin seemed paper-thin and breakable, like I could just peel it off of him, and powdery. I didn't let the look fool me; he was probably just as indestructible as any vampire. Just because he had been ancient when changed. Looking at where he sat, in the middle of three thrones that were otherwise unoccupied, and out of any reach of sunlight, I briefly wondered if, perhaps, his powdery, sallow-looking skin and - now that I looked closer - cloudy red eyes were a result of no sin exposure. So…it was a decision between sparkling and fading into nothingness.

Damn, vampires were such weird creatures.

"I must say what an honour it is to have a werewolf in our presence!" he said, standing from his throne. I couldn't help but notice the not-so-subtle God complex that came with that. As he stepped forward, my hands flexed a little but, before I could even form the thought of attack, several other vampires melted from the shadows, ready to leap to the vampire's defence.

This must be Aro, I finally realized. Leader leech.

"Forgive me if I don't return the sentiment," I snapped back. His smile simply widened as he took another step forward. As much as I wanted to leap forward, phase and rip him to shreds, I wasn't an idiot; those other vampires no doubt had all sorts of powers to make me die in a slow, painful way before I could take a breath.

I was so screwed.


Wren's Point of View


"Hey, Leah…did you tell anyone you were coming with me?" I asked, frowning a little as we left the forger's office. I flipped through Leah's new documents; they really were very well made. My uncle had great contacts, really.

"No, why?" she asked, stopping next to me as I handed her her new identity on the few pieces of paper.

"Because I smell werewolf, and it's not you."

"Hmm…" She frowned, lifting her head to the wind. Seriously, I think sometimes werewolves just let their human sides fade after a few years; their mannerisms reminded me of wolves more and more every day. "You're right. In fact…it might just be me but…it smells like Seth…"

"You know I was thinking that too…"

"Okay, is it safe to assume that I'm caught?" Sure enough, it was Seth as he came around the corner, smiling sheepishly at the pair of us.

"Seth! What the hell are you doing here?"

"What, you think you're the only two who want to rescue Jacob? Besides…once you left Alex and Jessie started crying like crazy. I couldn't just let you leave…"

"Seth…" My voice was low with worry, as well as containing a warning tone. "Please tell me…" I sighed, closing my eyes, trying to deny the reality as it snuck up on me. "Please tell me you didn't bring my daughters with you." His face must have said it all, for all I heard was Leah sighing behind me. "Right, that's it. This plan failed; we're going home."

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

The three of us whirled around at the stranger's voice. Actually, it was familiar to me, stirring a feeling of dread in my stomach. I growled audibly, as I recognized the nomad that had captured me before, when I was pregnant. Leah and Seth let out equal growls, but I kept a hand on each of their arms, making sure they didn't phase; there were humans around, after all.

"Aro requests your presence in Volterra as soon as possible," he continued in a polite voice, a smirk of victory on his face and a light in his crimson eyes, that filled me with anger as much as trepidation.

"Do we have a choice in the matter?" I asked. Playing along was the only way I could see Jacob again; I needed to see him as sure as humans needed to breathe. Besides, I wasn't idiot enough to go against the wishes of the only real vampire royalty in the world.

"No," he replied simply, his smirk growing. I sighed.

"Very well. Seth, go get Alex and Jessie. We're going to Italy."


Author's Note: I found my way again! I was lost, but now am found. My friend sarahlizzie was brainstorming with me, and well let's say that we've had some ideas. I will credit her the idea once I get around to writing it, but for now I'm just saying I'm back baby!

I bet some of you thought I'd died xD

Love you all and please review. I didn't proof read this well, so sorry for any mistakes.

HigherMagic x