Change of Plans

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters. I don't think I could sleep at night knowing that I screwed Jacob over and, AND then would allow it to be made into a movie where Renesmee is supposed to be a teenager and kiss him? *gags*

Thanks for the image, Cu, thanks! *storms off grumbling and kicking rocks* Stupid SM.

She sits calmly with her head held high, there's an almost regale look about her. It's as if they are beneath her or that she truly believes that whoever is going to come and rescue her will have no problem dispatching with the two nuisances that have interrupted her day. The cold defiant look in her deep brown eyes aggravates Abby. The way she sits and has the gall to look down her nose at them reminds her of the snotty, stuck-up bitches that used to tease, harass and bully her and her sister back when they were mere humans.

They know that she's half human-half vampire as she's 'taken the time' to explain that fact to them. According to her, it is because of her beating heart that she is able to move about freely without drawing too much attention to herself, however, judging by the expensive, high fashion designer clothes that she's wearing it's highly unlikely that she 'blends in' well at all. This small Podunk-of-a-town is made up of small mom and pop shops where everyone recognizes everyone else and the economy is struggling – gasping for air, actually, judging by the small abandoned building that Chris has found to 'interrogate' the Princess.

"How much longer are you planning on holding me?" Renesmee asks with a tone of boredom. "I don't smell the stench of dog on either of you – meaning that you've failed to find Leah." Renesmee continues on and chooses to ignore the quick exchange of glances between the male and female vampire.

Renesmee had happened upon the pair while she was out hunting. Over the years, Renesmee has grown quite a taste for human blood, courtesy of her loving and devoted imprint, Jacob Black, however, since his sudden change in moods it has meant settling for animal blood to quench her thirst. Edward and Rosalie both sensing her distress had recommended that she hunt down wolves and feed off of them as 'there can't be much of a difference between the two' Rosalie had commented. Needless to say, Renesmee has been highly disappointed in the bouquet.

Picking up an unfamiliar scent Renesmee had wandered off to go investigate and was greatly surprised to see the vampires that had been giving the Quileutes the slip. Talking to them it was obvious that they were out for revenge for the death of their mate and biological sister. Renesmee isn't exactly sure what triggered the idea but the moment it hit her it was as if she'd been hit with a bolt of electricity. The pair had a grudge against the wolves and Renesmee had one against a particular wolf. Everything had stemmed from Leah's absence and in Renesmee's eyes Leah had to pay for her selfish transgressions. Had she not left then she would've either been killed by the trio of vampires or would've called for back-up, Jacob would've introduced himself and Carlisle would pardon them. Instead, Leah's absence had somehow thrown the balance of power off whack and had convinced Jacob and the others that they had the right to do whatever they pleased.

The pair was quick to believe the notion that there was a female that was missing from the pack, that she was somehow important to Jacob – Renesmee had feigned a cough to hide her disgusted chuckle at the absurd idea – and that by catching her that they'd hold the wolves by the tails. That was two weeks ago and Renesmee is aggravated that they dared to return, capture her and hold her hostage over their inability to find one bitch.

"It's much too dangerous." Abby states as she stands before Renesmee with her arms crossed.

"What do you mean?" Renesmee asks narrowing her eyes.

Renesmee has not seen Jacob in a month and has fallen out of the loop of what is going on. He never patrolled near the Cullens border, if at all, and none of the wolves held conversations possibly fearing Edward overhearing their thoughts.

"This Leah is either a force not to be reckoned with," Chris answers moving to stand beside Abby with his hands shoved into the pockets of a leather jacket he's stolen or taken off of his latest victim. "Or she's with another pack of wolves that makes these mongrels look like a pack of yapping poodles."

"I have a sixth sense for danger." Abby explains noticing Renesmee's eyes narrow as she tries to process the information she's received.

The three see the issue if there is another pack of wolves running around – especially wolves that seem to have a possibly larger territory than the Quileutes. In Renesmee's eyes it's a pack of wolves that will have no loyalty or treaty with her family.

"And we suddenly became curious about Leah, Big Red…and you." Abby adds pressing her palms together and giving Renesmee with a big smile. "You see we didn't quite understand how you knew so much about this because there is one thing for certain about these wolves and that is: they aren't stupid." Abby adds with a sigh. "We can look at you and tell you're more than human and I bet they can do the same as well."

"You said that you've picked up names through observation and interaction with the locals." Chris adds flexing his fingers watching as his bones slide underneath his skin.

"But no one seems to know this 'Leah' girl." Abby adds as she begins to walk around Renesmee.

"At least not here in Forks," Chris mumbles before crouching down in front of Renesmee.

"And not many people know about you either leaving us to believe that you don't really interact with the people around here – if at all." Abby says coldly standing behind Renesmee.

Renesmee feels her stomach drop as she quickly turns to look at the girl behind her. She was not worried even when the two vampires had tied her up because she was expecting someone to have found her by now. Surely if they meant to hurt her Alice would see and Rosalie would've noticed her absence over an hour ago but no one had come within the last hour. The ropes that have her bound are stating to bite into her flesh, chaffing her skin and despite her stoic front; her shoulders are beginning to ache from the strain of this new position. The air in the tiny room has also shifted, the change taking place the moment Abby is out of her line of sight leaving only Chris in front of her.

"How old are you Renesemess?" Abby asks and slides her tongue over her teeth when the girl growls.

"It's Re-ne-se-mee." Renesmee corrects. "It's a combination of Renee and Esme."

"I really don't give a flying fuck if your name is Meghan Fox." Chris sighs as he rolls his eyes. "Just answer the question."

"How old are you, Princess." Abby repeats with a snarl.

"I'm seventeen." Renesmee hisses out as she begins to struggle with her ropes as Chris places his hand on her thigh. Her patience with this pair has run out and she hopes that she can outrun them long enough to find her family or the wolves.

"I hate liars." Chris states with a smirk. Renesmee looks at him, her eyes wide and hair wild from her feeble attempts to break the bonds. Without warning there's a searing heat on the right side of her face. Her face burns and feels as if it's wet all at the same time that leaves her stunned for a moment. Biting down on her bottom lip Renesmee slowly opens her eyes and looks over to her right to see Abby standing over with her hand raised.

"I suggest that you start telling us the truth; otherwise, Abby, here," Chris says with a knowing smirk and nodding his head at Abby, "will beat the truth out of you."

Abby receives a sense of sick satisfaction when she notices the frightened and surprise look upon Renesmee's face when Chris tells her the alternatives. Sure, Chris could just 'take' the truth from her but where's the fun in that? Besides the girl lied to them and sent them on a suicide mission after some girl that probably does or never existed.

"You – you can't do this." Renesmee states in wide-eyed fear as she looks in between the two.

"Oh, can't we?" Chris asks and nods at Abby to strike Renesmee again. There's a cry of pain as Abby punches Renesmee in the eye, the blow immediately causing the eye to begin to balloon and color. There's a whimper of pain as Renesmee hangs her head, eyes shut tight and she tries to curl herself into a tight ball.

"Now, how old are you?" Abby demands fisting Renesmee's hair.

"You don't know what you're getting yourselves into." Renesmee yells as she jerks her head trying to break free of Abby's hold. There's another hard slap. "You'll be killed – you must not know who my family is."

"I can only assume the Cullens thus the name Renesmee Cullen." Chris says with a look of disgust as he picks up a dirty rag and wipes Renesmee's blood off. Her blood smells tainted to him as it's not quite human and he can only assume it's the vampire genes in her that makes her unappealing to her full-blooded cousins.

"No, my grandfather is Carlisle Cullen," Renesmee begins to explain in a hurry trying to push past the pain of the beatings. "We – we've made a stand against the Volturri – they fear us." At the mention of the Volturri Chris motions for Abby to stop her assault on the girl.

"The Volturri fears your coven?" Chris asks gripping Renesmee's chin and raising her head to look at him.

"Of course," Renesmee spits venomously causing Chris to step back and wipe his face in disgust.

"This changes things." Chris says wit ha deep sigh as he looks over at Abby.

The red house stands in front of him looking the same as the first day he saw it and had been invited inside to watch some afternoon cartoons. Embry has never turned down an opportunity to be over at the Blacks' home and now, for the first time – ever, he really wishes he had somewhere else to go, somewhere else to be. He could be with his imprint but for some reason her presence was starting to annoy him and vice versa. He stilled cared for her because they had been together for over a year, almost two, but now that the wolves were needed, again, to run a full-time patrol the pack life was putting a strain on their relationship. Not many were spared the cold and hateful looks with the exception of Paul, Quil, Sam and Jared; the latter two were spared mainly because there were children to occupy their imprints' thoughts and time. Maybe the issue also lied in the fact that these newer imprints did not have any ties to the reservation outside of the wolves themselves?

The thought causes Embry to pause for a moment as he walks up the front porch steps. His hesitation draws Quil's attention causing him to stop and look back at his brother with a small frown. To Embry it doesn't make any sense because if imprinting was meant to strengthen the pack and the wolf became anything and everything the imprint wanted and needed – then why imprint on a female that would take them away? Did imprinting serve some other purpose?

Shaking his head of the confusing and rhetorical thoughts Embry offers Quil a reassuring smile and continues up the remaining two steps to the front door. Without bothering to knock they enter, at least that part hasn't changed. The mood in the house is a definite change from outside that held some sense of calm but a hint of tension, as if some scent of the impending danger is being carried on the wind.

Quil and Embry exchange glances as they see Rachel in the kitchen cooking which isn't out of the ordinary but it's the loud music that is playing. Both wolves had heard some kind of tune muffled within the four walls of the house but the music that is playing is what has Quil looking around to make sure he's in the right house and Embry worried how far their Alpha has fallen to make him resort to listening to NSync Gone.

"He's in his room still moping." Rachel says cutting her eyes at the two wolves and two new mouths that will more than likely will have to be fed. The two nod their head and head down the hall ignoring Rachel's grumbling of greedy wolves and how worthless the rest of the women are in the pack, 'can't even bother to bring food with them so that we can eat while they bitch'.

Embry's frown deepens as he sees Jacob collapsed on his bed with his head buried underneath his pillow. Jacob's mood had been touch-and-go since that night Leah called and then following Leah's rant about no one from La Push calling her. Sue had confirmed that Leah wasn't the least bit interested in talking to her either and that changing her phone number was an easy habit of their runaway beta.

Jacob wasn't always so down but he wasn't happy either. Most times he was calm, quiet, serious and almost animalistic. Those were the times where the pack was the most at peace, in union and the other times small skirmishes and scuffles would break out. It's obvious that the two packs had within them smaller clicks, those wolves that just got along better than all the others but combining them all has brought about a lot of strife and conflict.

"Jake, get up, man." Quil barks and shakes Jacob's shoulder. Jacob growls at Quil but sits up nonetheless. He looks between the two of them before letting out a huge yawn and scratching his chest. He'd had another dream last night, about the taller version of himself telling him about what to do about the pack, Leah, the Cullens and the rogue vampires. And not necessarily in that order as well.

"Are you listening to break-up music?" Embry asks drawing Jacob's attention. Cocking his head to the side Jacob focuses in on the music and groans.

I've been sittin' here, can't get you off my mind

I'm tryin' my best to be a man and be strong

I've drove myself insane wishing I could touch your face

But the truth remains

Standing up he walks out into the hallway followed by Quil and Embry. Throwing a dark glare at Rachel does Jacob stop the old stereo player and takes the CD out of the disc shuffler. Quil and Embry both press themselves against the wall as their Alpha stomps by and holds the disc up in front of Rachel's place.

"Don't play this again – ever." Jacob hisses with Rachel glaring back at him unblinking. Quil and Embry both hold their breaths as Jacob snaps the disc in two and smirks at Rachel as if he's won some kind of victory.

"That was Leah's CD," Rachel says with a small smile before turning back around as Jacob pales.

Quil and Embry both fight to hold back their laughter as Jacob begins cursing under his breath and looks down at the broken CD in his hands. It's obvious that he's already trying to figure out if it's possible to glue it back together.

"Maybe that's all is needed to get Leah to talk to you again?" Quil says and immediately regrets his words as Embry stops laughing and Jacob's shoulders slump. "Sorry," Quil apologizes rubbing the back of his head. "But we all know that Leah will only break her silence if she's really pissed off about something."

"Yea, and she loves gifts, so just get her a new…one?" Embry offers up not wanting to help Quil out.

Jacob sighs and begins wondering if they even make CDs anymore? His thoughts are interrupted as there is a loud howl, a warning howl of vampire or vampires within their territory. Placing the CD down on the kitchen table Jacob runs outside of the house, followed by Quil and Embry, and begins quickly stripping his clothes. His thoughts quickly go back to his dream last night; the warning that the vampires (rogue and Cullens) must be dealt with before he can even think about Leah.

The moment feet transform into paws is Jacob hit with many voices talking, a few yelling and a lot of curses mixed in between. Shuffling through the voices, Jacob focuses in on one of the voices and sees Bella. Growling low he heads off towards the Cullen-La Push borderline ignoring all the yelling and chaos ensuing around him. He can pick up Bella demanding to know where he is, where she is and how they can't keep her from coming on to La Push land. There's a sense of awe in how Paul has fought the urge to rip Bella and the rest of the Cullens to pieces. But Jacob doesn't allow the awe to stay with him long because Edward is present and would be able to read the pack's minds if they did plan to attack his wife.

Things begin to calm down the moment Jacob makes appearance in that Bella stops with her yelling and screeching and the wolves step back, calming down their snarling and growling. Walking forward he stops short of the treaty line and looks at Edward expectantly.

Edward sighs noting that Jacob isn't phasing; the amount of trust that had been built up between the Cullens and the wolves seems to have been shattered overnight. In the back Edward can see Seth watching Bella closely because it's not beneath her to charge in a blind rage, after all she did it the first she saw Jacob after her transformation. Edward knows this mistrust has nothing to do with Leah but more so to do with his wife and daughter's, missing daughter, attitude. The two had grown accustomed to having Jacob cater to their every wishes and desires always playing upon his feelings and imprint towards them. It should've been expected that had it not been for the imprint that Jacob would've eventually grown tired of Bella's mind games and completely cut of her off for his own sanity.

"Where is she?" Bella demands glaring at Jacob with her arms crossed and her head held high.

The confusion is apparent as Jacob's eyebrows raise and his head cocks to the side in a very canine fashion.

"Don't play dumb, Jacob," Bella hisses. "Where is Renesmee?" The question doesn't elicit the expected whimpering or sudden agitation of concern for the youngest of the imprints. Edward and Jasper exchanges looks as the wolves only look to Jacob for some sign of how they should feel about the news.

"He doesn't know." Edward answers his wife never taking his eyes off of the russet wolf.

"How can he not know?" Bella demands turning to Edward, asking the man instead of the animal in front of her.

"Love, Jacob has not had any sort of interaction with Renesmee for some time. We all know that." Edward answers as Jacob relays that he's not bothered to speak to his imprint in weeks and in fact hasn't bothered patrolling near their territory specifically to avoid her.

"Well she's his imprint and he has to go out and find her – now." The order is obvious and the idea of a vampire treating the pack like her own especially trained hunting dogs unnerves the wolves that have had little to no contact with the Cullens before.

"Jacob says he doesn't – doesn't have to do anything." Edward repeats and a look of worry crosses his face.

Renesmee had gone out early that morning and still had yet to return. Alice has only been able to pick up that she was either being hurt at the current moment or was going to be hurt soon. A beaten, bloodied and nearly broken Renesmee being found along the side of the road was the image that Alice had received. Everything else before that was blocked signaling that the wolves were involved somehow.

The idea had crossed Bella and Rosalie's mind that Renesmee may have tried to cross the border and the beating would be her punishment. However, the others doubted that Jacob would actually be so cruel as to torture and beat Renesmee, regardless of her bloodlines. Edward is relieved that none of the wolves seemed to even have inkling for why the Cullens were knocking at their borders. Jacob was the best one at hiding his thoughts but even Jacob wasn't perfect and if a particular question was asked then a thought was bound to slip out.

"What does that mean?" Bella snaps her head whipping around to face Jacob.

Jacob remains unfazed as Bella's honey-colored eyes stare into his. Whatever magic or power they once held over him is long gone; disappeared the very second her heart stopped beating and she ceased to live. He can see her trying to remember what she used to do that made him smile at her like an idiot and then bend over backwards for her; try to recall the formula that would make him turn his back on his family, friends, culture, heritage and responsibility to ensure that she had anything and everything she could ever hope for.

"It means that he doesn't care about Renesmee." Rosalie answers coldly as her nose crinkles in disgust. The stench of wet dog is overpowering and makes her feel filthy.

"No, he has to care. That's what the imprint does – it makes him care, love her and be anything she wants him to be." Bella snaps clenching her hands into tight fists.

"What makes you think we know where the child is?" Jacob looks back to see Sam standing a little off to his right, arms crossed and in his cut offs.

"Where else would she be?" Bella asks with a sneer.

"Why can't you find her?" Seth asks joining Sam wanting to get his questions answered directly. Neither wolf may agree with Jacob's refusal to play nice with the Cullens but it's obvious that there is a problem that needs to be addressed; regardless of bad blood.

"She's missing." Edward speaks up cutting off his wife. At this point its best if he speaks to the wolves rather then allow Bella. "Alice sees her hours later but she's been beaten." This news causes all of the wolves' ears to perk up; all knowing that Halflings are closer to shifters then vampires with their body temperature, chromosome count (whatever that was supposed to mean) and ability to grow rapidly. Renesmee healed faster than an average human but it was very slow compared to that of a shifter but it would mean that who ever was beating her either had her greatly outnumbered or was much stronger than a half-breed – a vampire.

The Cullens look on as Jacob gets to his paws and Sam and Seth disappear behind the cover of trees to phase back into their wolf forms. Turning around it's obvious that a few orders are being issued as certain wolves nod their heads at the same time then followed by another bunch. The pack splits up leaving Jacob and Sam behind having a conversation that is only heard with Edward and the rest of the wolves that have already left.

"They've agreed to look for her," Edward answers as Jacob looks back and nods his head before running off with Sam behind him. There's a small sigh of relief from the coven realizing that they have their allies back to help them search for their missing member. "They believe that the vampires they've been hunting for might be involved." Edward asks and this causes them all to freeze.

"That would explain why Alice isn't able to see Renesmee until after they are out of the picture. It's because they are doing all of this with the pack in mind." Esme explains with a small frown.

"Yea…but, but why can't Alice get an idea of what they look like? Why wouldn't Renesmee just show Alice an image of what they look like or where they had taken her?" A silence falls upon the family as they all try to come up with some explanation to why Alice is unable to retrieve more details. In the back of their minds, the fear sits, simmering, festering and growing like a mold that the only explanation to why Renesmee does not share more about her captures is that she's not able to. Nothing in this world is indestructible, invincible – everything has something that can destroy it which is simply how the balance of life works. There may have been a time where the vampire's world only threat was one another but the Quileutes have proven that there is something else that can destroy them and vice versa.

"Instead of just standing around here let's get out there and help out too." Emmett speaks up breaking the silence and stopping any ideas of death or dying. Nodding their heads the Cullens immediately split up into their couples and head out to search for the missing Renesmee.

A/N: Alright so here goes the next update. Sorry it's taken so long but there was a piece that I started typing up and really didn't like it or felt that it was going with my whole plan for the interaction. As usual I've typed this up as work as this seems to be the only place where I'm free to get some thinking and typing done without drawing too much attention to myself. Go figure.

So there you go Team Jacob fans. No John anywhere in sight and I'm sorry but I just can't fathom how some of you can't like him. I mean I get being a diehard Jacob fan but…I mean, not even for your own spank bank? Or maybe that's just me and a handful of others. ^-^ But even if you love to hate John that is perfectly fine with me because at least I'm getting some kind of rise outta ya.

But going back to typing this up at work it means I did not proof. T-T So I'm sorry for those of you who are going to be reading this rough draft until I sit up and decide to read through this and make any corrections. But tell me what you think and everyone have a great weekend!

Loves, hugs, WILFs and deuces ^-^v