Yeah guys, just to let you all know, I had some serious writer's block with this chapter. So if it sucks please don't be to apt to leave my story. Give it time and it will get better! I promise! Haha..

Chapter 17

My right shoulder was going numb, but I didn't want to move it. Jacob had fallen asleep on my shoulder an hour ago after I convinced him to. I promised him that I would wake him when we got there. He was too anxious to kill all of those Volturi.

I stared at the tan ceiling of the plane. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't go to sleep. How could I when I had no idea where my own children were? Yawning, I looked around the plane at my family. I saw Mom and Dad cuddled in their seats, staring out the window. Then I saw Emmett and Rosalie having a discussion while holding hands. Alice was sitting alone across the isle from me and Jacob, one seat in front of Jasper. That was odd. Alice looked as if she were very troubled, so I decided to have a nice chat.

I bared my teeth and slowly slid my arm from underneath Jacob. Carefully, I held his head up and shifted it over on the back of the seat. He grumbled a little, but immediately fell back to sleep. I sighed and inched out of my seat. I turned to Alice who was watching me intently.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked quietly, pointing to the empty seat beside her.

She gave a half-hearted smile and said, "Of course not, Nessie. Please sit down."

I settled myself in the light leather seat and faced my aunt. She was staring out the window with a blank expression. I thought to myself, Maybe she needs a nice conversation.

"So, what do you think of Mom and Dad's reaction when I told them about Seth and Rachel?" I asked curiously. I turned around to see Seth curled into a ball, alone by the window in his seat. She turned to me and put on another forced smile.

"Quite funny, actually. I never get tired of watching Edward blow up and looking to Bella for comfort," she said, trying to laugh. Alright, something was wrong with her. Yes, it was very funny when Dad threw a tantrum and almost killed Seth, but she still seemed off.

"Alice," I said sternly, "would you like to elaborate on what is wrong with you?"

She looked shocked for a moment, then she bit her lip and slumped into the seat.

"I'm fine," she mustered.

"Jeez, Alice! I should be the one being consoled right now, not you!" I exclaimed. She heaved an unnecessary sigh and took my hand.

"Trust me, Renesmee. You don't want to know why I'm upset. It will just upset you even more. And I, nor Jacob or your parents need to see you meltdown again," she explained. My heart sank. What had she seen that would cause me so much pain? It was about the twins, no doubt. I felt the urgency rise within me.

"Alice!" I exclaimed, gripping her arm. "What is it? What did you see?"

She just kept staring out the window with that troubled look on her face. I had to know what it was. I begun to cry from anxiety. Alice quickly turned to me and pulled me into a hug.

"Renesmee, please don't cry! I'll tell you if it makes you happy! Which I know it won't, but whatever you want! Just don't cry!" she begged. I pulled away and wiped my face with my jacket sleeve.

"All I want to know is if they are okay, Alice. Just please tell me they're o-" My voice broke into tears that were completely involuntary. Alice took my hands and prepared to inform. I sucked up my tears and listened, preparing myself.

"Renesmee, do you remember the stories your mother told you about when you were little and the Volturi came to wipe us all out?" she asked. I nodded silently. I remembered her telling me about how there were many Volturi members and how they disapproved of my existence. "Well, do you remember how each member of the Volturi has extraordinary powers that separate them from average to advanced vampires?"

I nodded again. Where was this going? How did this relate to my daughters, who weren't even remotely considered back then?

"Well," she began and then winced at her thoughts, "they're testing Rachel and Allysen."

"What does that mean?" I asked, confused.

"They're testing their powers on them to see if they are like your mother. They want to know if they can feel it or not. It's mainly Jane who is enjoying her little experiments." Alice growled the last word.

"Who's Jane?" I questioned, still perplexed.

"She had the power to cause pain. Or, better put, make you feel like you're in pain. I mean bad pain, too, like pull-out-your-hair pain," she explained. I crumpled in the seat. I put my hands on my forehead and started bawling. That evil witch was causing my children pain. I couldn't imagine my beautiful little girls' faces twisted in such agony. It made me hurt all over. Suddenly, my father stormed up the isle.

"Renesmee, sweetie, please don't cry! They'll get their fair share of pain," he soothed and pulled me into his lap. I sobbed into his shoulder. I felt like my insides were ripped from heartbreak. How cruel could someone be? To cause a child so much pain! They could only take so much! I wailed at my incoming thoughts.

Jacob stirred. His face became concerned suddenly and rushed to my father's side. Immediately, he began stroking my hair.

"What's wrong?" he asked sleepily, ruffling his hair.

"That evil Jane!" I yelped, and stuffed my face into my father.

"What about her?" he asked, prying for more.

"She's hurting Rachel and Allysen!" I sobbed into my father's shirt. He was rocking me and humming my mother's lullaby.

"How?" Jacob asked, looking from my father to Alice.

"With her powers, Jacob. She can cause people to feel pain. Or at least think they are in pain," Alice explained, rubbing my back. I felt my father twinge slightly, probably from his memories of Jane's powers.

Jacob growled deep within his body. He shook with angry and fury that I wasn't sure he could contain himself. I looked up to his face. I saw it was changing shades from smooth copper to bright scarlet.

"They have no idea what pain they'll be in soon," he snarled. Seeing Jacob's rage sparked something inside me too. I felt my adrenaline begin to flow and fury engulfed my mind. I slowly pulled away from my father's embrace.

"Oooh, they really don't have a clue," I retorted. "When do we land? How dare they…" I stood up and paced to Carlisle's pilot's cabin. The sooner we go there, the sooner I could kill them all.

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Gosh I'm so mad at myself! That was so short! I'm sorry guys! I promise that it will get better. Even though it wasn't one of my best chapters, I still love reviews.

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