Chapter 8
I listen to the commotion downstairs, praying that my dad, Jasper, and grandpa would release Emmett. Once he begins ripping that impostor to shreds they would see that isn't Jacob. "Jacob William Black, where are you?" I mummer to myself as I close my eyes, hoping that somewhere in my subconscious I held the answer to my own question. "Dammit Jasper! Quit f*cking with my emotions!" Emmett yells shaking the entire house. "I just want to teach the dog how to behave!" He continues. I throw my covers off and make my way to the stairs. I had to see what was happening. Why wasn't Jacob trying to smooth over the argument. As I slowly make my way downstairs, I see Jake standing by the end of the couch. His eyes are wild with madness and his smile isn't his. I seen this smile so many times, because it haunts me when I sleep. Suddenly my body becomes tense as rage and fear begin to pulse through me. Letting out a small hiss, l launch myself at him and begin punching and clawing wildly. "Where is he! Tell me now!" I continue to screech. His skin is hard and impenetrable, like my family's. I glance into his eyes, now red and hungry, and see the rage burning within them.
"Enough!" He scowls as he grabs me by my hair and throws me across the room. Hitting the stone wall, I fall and break Esme's favorite vase. Getting up I shake the shattered glass off me, blood pouring from my skin. The adrenaline that surges through me numbs the pain. My brown eyes lower, setting my sight on the vile thing who is smirking at me. This is a game to him, a game that he continuously change the rules too. I am ready to launch myself for another attack when I feel three sets of hands grabbing me. "Let me go! He must pay! I must know!" I screech at them, but my mom and aunts ignore my pleas. Emmett and I struggle to break their grips and finish off the mangy dog who is now beginning to laugh at us. "Look into his eyes that isn't Jake! His eyes are crimson!" I screech but they ignore me. "Enough Nessie!" My dad yells, still not releasing his grip around Uncle Emmett's arm. "But dad!" I moan in disgust. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen, enough!" He yells again. I continue to struggle quietly, but they are strong. "Jazz!" Alice yells, frantically. I glance over at Uncle Jasper, and he looks very weak. The emotions in the room are to much for him to handle. His head begins to fall as he continues to calm the situation. His eyes are now growing dim.
"Jazz!" Alice screams again as she let's go of my waist, and rushes to his side. I felt my heart sink as guilt was added to the emotions that were consuming me. Jake just stood there laughing; enraging me even more. Another shot of adrenaline surges through me, giving me the strength to break their iron holds. I launch myself at Jake aiming for his throat. Just like Leah, I was caught in mid-air and hurled like a rag doll toward our large white wooden front door. The door, splintering, fell off the hinges as I crashed through it. Slowly raising to my feet, I dust myself off and begin stalking back toward the house. Just as I reach the door, a set of icy hands grab me around my mouth and waist. "Missed us!" A deep husky voice says as a girl giggles. "Well since we couldn't have the entree we can at least have dessert." He says as they begin carrying me away. HELP! I mentally scream, hoping that through all the commotions my dad is still able to hear me. "Nessie!" I hear him scream frantically. At his voice people began rushing to the house, from every angle of the woods. "No!" I scream as I realize that this was just another plan, another twisted mind game. My vision was partially right, my family was being ambush. I felt my heart break, as I now knew that my very existence was the reason for their grizzly demise.
I began to squirm wildly, trying to wiggle out of his grip. I had to go help them. "Stop!" he demands but I don't listen. As I continue to squirm I feel an icy hand grip the side of my neck and apply a lot of pressure until I am unconscious. Hours later I wake in a familiar room. Panic now rips through me as I slowly jump out of bed. Glancing out the window, I see the frozen tundra laying beneath my window. No, this can't be happening. My family probably still fighting for their lives, the love of my life is probably being tortured, and as for me I am trap, waiting for the fate that Joham had bestowed upon me. Life no longer made any sense. I had to escape and salvage what remained of our lives. I wouldn't let this be the ending. Slowly raising the window, a loud screeching alarmed sounded, giving my intentions away. Within in seconds the monstrous black haired vampire that we fought just miles away, was in my room. "Don't even think about it." He snarls as he grabs me and jerks me back onto the bed. "If you can't behave we will have to tie up, until Joham gets here." He says with a hint of remorse. His eyes are warm emerald color, and that I have time to really look at his face, he looks so familiar, just bigger than the last time I seen him. "Nauhel." His name escape my lips. His eyes fall.
"Yeah." He replies as he slowly walks out of the room. This last time I saw him he was ready to hand his father over to the Volutri and now he is helping him. Talk about being two-faced. I sit on the bed trying to plan my escape. The house is probably heavily monitored, so I will have think really hard. Sneaking out is definitely out of the question, this is got to be an inside job. But who will help me with Joham pulling all the strings?
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