A/N: As Luv reviewed "okay what in the world...?". Let me explain. There was supposed to be a nice little asterisk pattern to break from the 'dream' and the 'in reality.' Here's where the plot kicks in. Read and review!
I awoke in my cellar, the taste of metal in the back of my throat. I went to move my arms to simply stretch, and the tugging of metal cuffs kept me in place. I sighed, knowing I was too weak to even fight. Because of my condition, I noticed my door was open. Vampires rushed by faster than my eyes could truly register. I saw blurs really.
I looked at my cell phone that was still open. Dead; I guess they were into teasing that I now had no means of communication whatsoever. My curls were matted with sweat from the humidity. Underground was a terrible place for my hair.
I sat in my position for hours, almost meditating in boredom. I couldn't help but try to listen in on the conversations others were having. There were humans in this place, so maybe they thought I was a human…? No, it's clear I was half. They weren't stupid.
I overheard a woman's voice mention someone named Angel being out on errands. They weren't speaking Spanish, only English. Though I knew a lot of the people in other cells like me, since I could hear, were from Mexico and areas around South America. Why were we here?
As I pondered possible solutions, three young women, one of which was heavily pregnant, came and undid my chains. I let my arms flop to my sides and flexed my fingers slowly, letting circulation return to my entire arm. "How long was I out?" I asked.
The two other women were unable to speak English, but they were cleaning up my closet space. The pregnant one smiled and helped me up. She had short black hair, and a tan. She looked like a human for the most part, but the skin always gave people away. She was like me. Her smile widened, and her fangs were another sign.
"Two weeks," She told me, in a thick Spanish accent. "Angel was successful again." She told me, leading me out of my cell. I could tell this place took a good month to prepare with vampires. There were metal walls down the corridor, and thick beams for support. No sunlight, a vampire's ideal location. And I assumed that we were miles from civilization.
"Successful?" I looked at the roof, seeing a make-shift air vent system for the humans in the underground structure.
The woman looked at me, still smiling. This time she looked like my mother. I bit my lip anxiously, wondering what was going on here. I dropped that question and then asked why I was kidnapped and now able to walk around.
"Simple, you won't run," she told me bluntly.
"Why are you abducting people?"
"I'm not, Angel is." She looked over at me, and gasped. "You don't know my name! I'm Calli, like California." She winked. Her brown eyes were a lighter shade than mine, almost the color of Caramel. I felt my stomach flip in hunger. She beckoned me down the next right corridor, where a large makeshift kitchen resided.
"Human food is in all the cupboards, and in the left refrigerator. The one on the right is full of blood."
"Packed for both types," I observed, opening the first cupboard, finding cheap barbeque chips. I snacked on these; blood just wasn't what I wanted at the moment.
"When will I meet the famous Angel?"
"In another two weeks. You'll meet the other Halflings, though. You all will be on one end of this place, humans on another, and then vampires on the south most end." She said. Her hands pointed to each end when she mentioned a race. My kind was on the left side, where I just came from; humans on the right, and then obviously said, vampires just straight down.
She led me back to the cell area, but noticed there was a door a few feet away from my original holding, and she said to follow the door. With that said, she wobbled her way out. I looked around the hallway first off, making sure of no surprise attacks from behind me. Those were getting annoying. I opened the door and the smell of blood entered my nose. It wasn't a lot, more like a small scrape.
There were twelve adult Halflings, and then three toddlers. I shut the door and three of the girls ran up to me. One had hair like Alice's, but her hair was longer than Alice's. Another had long, light blonde hair. And then the most curious one of all had short hair, to her ears. Each one had reddish eyes, meaning they preferred blood over human food. Or they just took after their father; I took after my mother.
"I'm Becca," the blonde smiled.
"Samantha," Alice-look alike nodded.
"Jessie here," the third hugged me.
I glanced behind them, the other women huddled together, most of them pregnant. I thought it over. Blood, lots of it. A lot of pregnant women. Screaming. Who the fuck was this so-called Angel and why is he creating an army?
"Renesmee. Why?" I managed to get the why out, before flopping on the ground. I took a deep breath and tried again, since the three bimbos were still standing where they were, just looking down at me now. "Why an army of Halflings?"
"To get rid of the Volturi, I think." Samantha kneeled down beside me. The other two found themselves a chair and sat a table. "Angel's hoping we get a lot of special children. That much he's told me."
"To get rid of the Volturi… Why couldn't he just contact all of the nomads? I know about ten powerful vampires who would help. Well… Maybe seven. I don't see my family really helping out, they believe in fair play." I rambled. "Mama is a shield, she hates the Volturi. I bet she'd help… And if she helped, I bet Daddy would help. Then the rest of them would have to help."
"Wait wait wait," Samantha hushed me. I obeyed, sitting there staring back at her. "Your mother and father are still together? How'd she live?"
"Daddy changed her right after I was born, I recall it all. I could replay it for you."
"Cullen," A male voice echoed the room of chattering women. I looked around. Nahuel. He was right here, and I didn't notice him. He must have been huddled with the rest of them.
"You're a Cull—You're the Renesmee?" Jessie gasped, intrigued with gossip. Such a girl.
"Yes, I'm the Renesmee Cullen. I don't see why I'm so popular." I rolled my eyes.
"Uh, duh. Not only were you born into like the most righteous coven, you were believed as an immortal child by the Volturi and lived!" Jessie blubbered with excitement, as though I were a pop singer and she was the so-called hugest fan. I couldn't see why I was so popular. My mother was luckily saved by her love. I roam with vampire-killing shapeshifters, and I'm weak. So someone may have to clue me in while I sit in this hellhole.