Chapter 16: Plans

Nessie's POV

As soon as my family walked in the room I knew they had overheard our entire conversation that I had just had with my private investigator.

"Major child trafficking ring?" mom repeated. "Horrible. Just horrible,"

"At least now we know the truth," dad said.

"But they were never caught," mom cried. "They're still out there putting other families through the very same pain we went through,"

"There has to be something we can do about it," I said. It bothered me so much that the FBI couldn't continue their mission of trying to track down these horrid criminals that had caused me and my family so much pain.

"There is," grandpa announced. We all looked at him waiting for an explanation. "What if the FBI suddenly got a large sum of money? Then they would be able to reopen that investigation wouldn't they?"

"You're probably right but how would they suddenly get the amount of money?" I asked.

"Maybe a generous donor would be willing to give them a generous amount," grandpa smiled.

It then hit me who this 'generous donor' would be. Just how much money did my family have lying around?!

"Grandpa that's a lot of mon-"

"Nessie," grandpa cut me off mid sentence with a hug. "Money isn't a problem for this family. Believe me when I tell you we have enough money to finance the FBI's investigation into this child trafficking ring. All we want to do is prevent more families from going through the same hell that we went through and if we have the power to help stop it then why shouldn't we?"

"Your grandfather is right," grandma Esme added. "I'm so happy to finally have my granddaughter back and if we can do our part to help others then why shouldn't we?"

Everyone seemed to be in agreement with my grandfather's idea. Meanwhile I just kept wondering how much money my family had lying around that giving some to the FBI was no big deal to them. I decided not to ask though.

"So how are we going to rescue Nathan?"

"You aren't going to do a single thing young lady!" dad shouted causing me to flinch.

"But he's my brother and-"

"You are only human," mom reminded me. "Which means that you can easily be killed by the Volturi and we are not going to risk losing you again,"

I looked to Jacob for some kind of support but to my surprise he agreed with my parents. "It's to much of a risk," he said.

"They're right," aunt Rosalie said. "We can't risk losing you again Nessie,"

Once Rosalie agreed so did Emmett. Alice and Jasper also thought it was to dangerous for me to try to save my brother. Of course my grandparents agreed it was safer for me to sit on the sidelines and wait for everything to happen rather than actively participate myself.

I internally cursed my humanity. I wanted to do something to help in my baby brother's rescue instead I was forced to lay here like a useless lump of crap.

I wished there was a way to undo what had been done to me all those years ago in Switzerland. If they could alter my genetic makeup was it possible to alter it back? I had no way of really knowing.

I listened to them talk about possible rescue plans for the next few hours until they were forced to leave due to visiting hours being over. Even mom reluctantly left but she had been there a long time already and if anyone noticed they'd surely start to question it.

Around 9pm, two hours after my family left, I heard footsteps enter the room. I looked up and was happily surprised to see Annie.

"Annie what are you doing here?" she asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm visiting you!"

"But how are you feeling?"

"Better," she said. "Not 100 percent but definitely better,"

"When did you wake up?"

"Not that long ago," she answered. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "What happened? I honesty don't remember much of anything,"

"I've been better," I laughed.

She smiled. "I suppose I have been to. Hey what's this?" she pulled out a briefcase from underneath the stairs. I instantly recognized it as my grandfather's. He must've forgotten it while he was here.

"I wonder what's inside?" I said.

She opened the case and we saw several syringes full of some strange substance.

"Does it have a label?" I asked her.

"Yes it says Carlisle's Venom?" it sounded more like a question.

The word venom suddenly stirred something in my memory.

The last thing I remember before they stuck another needle in me was how they were going to 'alter my genes' and the only thing that could ever repair me again was 'venom'.

Of course! Venom! That was the way to undo the genetic altering they had done to me years ago!

"Annie bring that to me please!" I begged.

"Why?" she asked. "Something stupid and so insane it might just work,"

She looked confused but she listened to me anyway. However as she was walking to me things suddenly went very wrong.

Just a few minutes prior to Annie stopping by the janitor had come and mopped the room. The floor, unfortunately, was still wet.

Annie slipped and fell. She screamed. The needle connected to the syringe was lodged inside of her chest right above her left breast.

She screamed again as she pulled it out.

"Annie what happened?!"

"I fell and landed on the needle and I think about half of it accidentally got injected in my body. I don't know what's wrong but it's burning," she could barely say.

Oh hell no this was not happening!

I picked up my phone and pressed on my grandfather's number as fast as I could do which was hard since my hands were shaking.

"Nessie what's-"

"Grandpa we kind of maybe had a little accident and you need to come here like right now," I didn't even want to say what had happened because I knew the reaction wasn't going to be pretty at all.

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