~5~
Our drive up was silent and peaceful. I looked out the window watching the rain fall, thinking over all that had happened in my life, how it changes so suddenly. I remembered being a little girl and running around the La Push beaches with Jacob, flying through a meadow holding the hands of my parents, sitting in a big house watching Alice do my hair through a mirror, and staring up at the eyes of my grandfather, Charlie. I missed those days. I also thought of the dark times. Watching a clan full of vampires walking into a clearing and saying goodbye to mother as if we would never see eachother again. Those memories frightened me and shuddered thinking about them.
"You don't have worry. You're safe now. They won't come back," whispered my father. He knew I was scared of them.
"I know," I said, "It's just hard to think about sometimes. They still scare me."
"I know", he replied back. "They're no pleasant people. You should be scared of them, but I promise you that they will never have any reason to come back. The Volturi know who you are now, they have no reason to."
I looked back out the window, feeling reassured, but still frightened. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew I would be seeing the Volturi again. Soon.
"We're here," my father said turning off the engine. I opened the door to climb out of the jeep. I wanted to start hunting right away. I knew that was the only thing that would get my mind off my dark thoughts.
We hunted in the darkness until we had found enough blood to last us a while. The rain began to fall down harder and we made our way back to the jeep. My father didn't turn it on, though, I knew he wanted to talk to me.
He turned to me, "Nessie, has this dream that you keep having got you scared?"
My father always picked up on my emotions and feelings, almost as well as Jasper did. I didn't want to talk, so I placed my hand to his cheek, showing him the dream once again.
I watched his face go from concentrated, to tense, to worried. I wanted to know what he thought, the truth. I left my hand on his cheek and asked him.
"Nessie, I don't know what your dream means. I don't know if it means something bad or good. My only guess is that is has something to do with Jacob", he answered.
I put my hand back on his face and told him that I knew it had something to do with Jacob. The wolf form in the dream had to be Jacob, who else would it be?
He sensed the longing when I thought of Jacob. "Nessie, you'll see him again soon. You have nothing to worry about, he will be back. He'll be okay, he won't get hurt. He loves you and he will be back."
I took my hand away from his cheek and brought it back to my face. It was there to catch my tears as they fell. I saw my father's pained expression. It hurt him to see me lost and sad without Jacob.
He scooped me up into his arms and held me against his chest. I sat crying into my father's shoulder, missing my friend, thinking about my dream, and fearing the Volturi. My father comforted me as best he could and we sat like that, him rocking me back and forth, until I fell asleep.