ALEC POV

"What is this? Tell me what it is!" I demand, shoving a picture of Renesmee and I together with the rest of the Cullens in Aro's face.

"Alec, son, calm down!" Aro laughs nervously.

"Don't you dare call me son you bastard! What have you done to me? Why can't I remember them?" I yell, grabbing him by his shoulders. Suddenly, I find myself walking away from him. I turn to see Renata looking terrified, standing behind Aro.

I stand five feet from him, glaring menacingly. "Alec, I had to do what I did. The Cullens are outlaws and you are leading yourself to your own demise if you associate yourself with them. You have too much talent for that. You're so powerful!" Aro exclaims.

"I deserved to know! They are my family! I love Renesmee. God, I can hardly remember her at all and I still love her! You can't hide things like this!" I am screaming at him. The entire guard has gathered, looking wary and shifting nervously. Daphne is standing in the back, looking down.

"You!" I point at her accusingly. The crowd parts like the red sea, leaving her standing alone and looking weak and vulnerable. "You worthless whore! How could you steal my memories from me! How could you?" I shriek at her. "Give them back!" I command.

"Daphne, darling, I think now would be an excellent time for what we were discussing earlier." Aro says. Suddenly, I am pounced on from behind. Felix and Santiago hold me down and I flail about uselessly, forgetting in this moment that I have a power that I could use against them. Daphne appears above me, eyes filled with moisture and hands quivering.

"Don't do it Daphne. Don't. How can you live with yourself doing it? How could you?" My voice is quieter, trying to guilt her out of it. For a moment it looks like it's working. Then her face hardens, her resolve coming in. Her fingers hit my temples and begin massaging gently.

A stream of energy begins to flow through my body as my eyes close. Images begin to play through into my head. Images of Renesmee and I. She is giving me back my memories! I smile, watching the life I wish I was still living play out before me.

"No! Stop her!" I hear Aro shout. The energy abruptly stops, as do the pictures, and Daphne's fingers are ripped from my head. I hear her shriek, and want to help after what she just did for me. I slip off the edge for a moment though.

I wake just seconds later to find the room in chaos. Daphne is kicking and screaming and trying to avoid the slaughter coming her way.

Her eyes meet mine for a moment as bodies pounce on her, and the message conveyed is clear. Run.

Without a moment to spare to feel guilty or a minute to tell her thank you for giving it all for me, I take off. I run hard, yanking off my Volturi bracelet in the process of busting out of the glass door in the back.

"Catch him!" Aro bellows. Footsteps begin to trail me. I'm fast, but not incredibly so. I shoot out mist behind me and to my sides, trailing it out. If anyone comes near, they'll fall into it like a spider in a web. They'll be released as I run further though.

I want to take the cloak off, but the journal and pictures are in here and I don't want to lose those. As I get farther and farther and everyone gives up chasing me since it's impossible to come close, I realize something. I'm out in the world by myself for the first time that I can really actually remember. I want to find Renesmee and the Cullens, but I have no idea where to even begin to look. They're probably running as fast as they can away from me.

I run and run until I don't even know which direction to run anymore. I stop in a small town, not even knowing which country I'm in, and break into a motel room since I have no cash. I decide to spend the night there, and then tomorrow head to America, the place Renesmee's journal says we once lived together in. I begin to read the journal again, feeling somehow closer to her.

RENESMEE POV

I lay in the stiff bed of our motel room in Portugal, watching the turn of the ceiling fan. Alice is sitting in the chair, eyes lost. She has been in the future this whole time, trying to find something. Anything. A lead of some sort.

She gasps, and I sit up straight, on high alert. My stomach heaves, the baby protests, kicking at me, and I end up throwing up the cup of blood I downed ten minutes ago all over the bed and floor. "Shit." I mutter, getting up and going into the bathroom. I wipe my mouth off with a towel and swish some water around in my mouth, then join Alice again. She is hurriedly throwing a pair of clothes out of my duffel bag and onto the table and heading for her bag to grab something for herself.

"What's going on, Alice?" I ask her, already beginning to strip down so I can change out of my old clothes.

"We're going to Rio now." She says, starting to change herself.

"But why?" I ask, very confused. We were going to make at least five more stops at motels along the way.

"I'm afraid if I tell you then you won't come." She bites her lip, then hurries into the bathroom as I pull on the stretchy maternity clothing.

"Just tell me Alice. We're in this together. We're a team. I need to know." I begin to yank a brush through my hair.

"I saw.. Alec. He's by himself. Close I think. Closer than the rest of them. And.. he had your journal. And pictures of the two of you. I think he's looking for you." Alice says, coming from the bathroom with a wet wash cloth and beginning to scrub furiously at the strawberry-colored vomit stains as if it'll do any good.

I take a moment to mull it over.. Alec is close. And he's on his own. He has pictures and my journal, which I realized I left behind as soon as we stepped off the train. They have been to our house in Ireland, probably raided the place. Alec was in my room. He read my inner most thoughts and feelings on our relationship. He found the secret compartment in my nightstand drawer and opened the box. He saw all the pictures. He found the bracelet and the ring. He's coming for me.

"We have to find him!" I exclaim, looking at her like she's crazy.

"I can't do that, Renesmee. I've always loved Alec like my own brother, but he was with the guard. Hell, he's still got his cloak on! You're the priority. You're the one I have to protect. Think of the baby. If something happened, neither of us would ever be able to forgive ourselves. Once we're all safe, I'll take the boys and we'll track Alec down and bring him back to you. I promise." She squeezes my upper arm, looking sad.

"What if the Volturi were holding him captive? What if he escaped and needs our help? What if they find him and kill him?" A stream of worries tumble from my mouth quickly. I lower myself into the chair to keep from falling over.

"I can't deal with the what if's right now, Nes. I have to follow my gut instinct. And it's telling me that getting you safely to Rio and trying to contact the others to meet us there as soon as possible is the best solution." She presses her lips into a tight line.

"I love him, Alice." I whisper gravely, a tear slipping from my cheek.

"I know, darling. I know. I'll get him back to you if it's the last damn thing I do." She vows. I nod and allow her to help me out of the motel and into the car she hot-wired earlier. We drive to the airport and she buys the first ticket she can to America, not caring where in America it is. We wait several hours, going through security and such, and then board and head to Atlanta, Georgia.