So sorry for the really long absence on this story (and some of my other ones). It's been on hold for a while because I've had some pretty bad writer's block with it but I'm officially back on it. Anyways I hope you enjoy chapter 18 of Blast From The Past.

Chapter 18: Not Again

I could feel something cold touching my body. Whatever it was, it was helping me regain consciousness again.

"She is waking up" I heard my grandfather say. For a second I couldn't remember the reason that I had passed out in the first place. Then I remembered Aro's letter!

Dear Renesmee,

It seems that you have been faking your death for the past 12 years to avoid me. I promise you that you will not escape twice. I will come after you and the witch who helped you fool us. You have been warned.

Sincerely, Aro.

Although I had only read the letter once the words rang loud and clearly in my mind. So many questions. How did he find out that I was alive? How did he find out that it was a witch that made me human? How did he know where I lived? That last question is what scared me the most because it meant that he knew where I was. He and the Volturi could attack at any minute. Not only am I and my vampire family in danger, but so are my human family. The Volturi will kill them if they find out that my human family knows the truth about us.

My eyes opened up to the blinding world around me. Immediately I began to panic. My heart rate went through the roof and my breathing accelerated to a point that I was sure wasn't humanely possible.

Immediately cold hands grabbed me and held me still. "Nessie it's okay, relax, breathe" my grandfather said. I did as told and it helped me a little. I looked around and saw my human mother and father there, as well as my brother Tyler.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You fainted" grandpa said.

"How long was I out for?" I asked.

"A few minutes. I knew that something was seriously wrong when your heart rate and breathing suddenly dropped so drastically" he said.

"Nessie are you feeling okay? Please don't scare us like that again" mom said.

"It's the Volturi" I said. "They know that I'm alive"

"What do you mean Nessie, how can they possibly know that?" grandpa asked.

I frantically looked around for the letter. Then I saw it on the floor. I tried to get up and get it only to be reminded that I hadn't fully regained the use of my legs yet.

"It's on the floor over there" I said, pointing it out.

Grandpa went and got it immediately. He read the letter in less than a second. The effects of the letter were almost immediate. He had gone from his usual calm self to looking extremely worried.

"This is not good. Not good at all" he said.

"What happened?" my father asked.

"It's the Volturi. Somehow they found out that Nessie is alive and they know where she lives. We're all in danger now" grandpa said.

"So what are we going to do?" my brother asked.

"I don't know" Carlisle asked. "I'm going to have to talk with my family and see if we can come up with something. Last time we faced the Volturi it didn't end so well"

I agreed with his plan. The best thing for now would be to let everyone else know what was going and hope that we could all come up with some sort of plan together.

I watched as my grandfather prepared for us to leave. He thought that it would be best if he and I talked about it with my biological family alone before we let my human family know what we were going to do.

Grandpa called everyone ahead of time and told them we were going to have an emergency family meeting right away. Grandpa helped me get into his car and then he started driving us back to his house where the rest of my family was.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Just when things seemed like they were finally taking a turn for the better, this happens. Life was getting so much better for me now. I had just gotten ungrounded, I had Jacob, I had my boyfriend Ryan. Okay, so the boyfriend and Jacob thing was still very complicated. I was in love with both of them but I just wasn't sure which one that I loved more, which was a complicated issue in itself. I had also finally began to regain the use of my legs after the motorcycle accident. So yeah, things were finally beginning to look great for me and my family and now this happens.

Just thinking of the Volturi made me shudder. I hadn't been this scared since the last time that I saw them, 12 years ago. What if we didn't escape this time? What if they killed my family? I don't know what I'd do if I lost my family, my brother, Jacob, or even Ryan. I would lose my mind if even just one of them died. What about me? Will they kill me? Maybe that would be the best solution. If somehow I could get them just to kill me and only me. If I exchanged my life for all of theirs then I would be happy. I would be happy because at least my family would get to live even if I didn't. My vampire family thought that I was dead for 12 years, they're already used to thinking that I'm dead. I'm sure that would make it easier and less painful for them.

"Nessie?" I heard my grandfather say. It was only then that I realized that we had pulled up into his garage. I must have been so deep in thought that I didn't even remember the drive here.

"Yes grandpa?" I said.

"Are you feeling okay? You haven't said a word the whole way here" he said.

"I'm fine, well no, not really. I'm scared, that's all" I said.

"Don't worry Nessie, we'll think of something. You will be safe. We will not let them hurt you. I promise" he said.

"Thanks gramps" I said. I wasn't really worried for myself, it's my whole family that I was worried for.

As soon as we walked the whole family, which included Jacob, were waiting. The grim looks on their faces told me that they already knew what was going on.

As soon as my father's eyes met mine I could tell that he was really angry at me. For what reason? I didn't really know.

"Nessie" my father began to say but he had to stop himself in order to take a deep breath and calm down. "What makes you think that sacrificing yourself for us is a good idea? How can you even think that just because we thought that you were dead for 12 years that it would make losing you any less painful then it was all those years ago?!" my father screamed. Oh crap! I hadn't realized that I was within his "hearing range" when I came up with my idea of sacrificing myself.

My whole family stared at me with pure anger. For the first time ever they looked like the monsters that everyone thought them to be. Oh hell!

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