All Starting a Dream
She walked closer, smiling her evil little grin. I could see the concentration progressing on her face, but nothing was happening quite yet. I was waiting, and beginning to get pretty bored. Shouldn't I be dead, burning by now? And then it began. The searing pain shot through my head, and I fell to the hard pavement. It had to be at least ten minutes or so of that torture. Then, suddenly, it dulled. Not like it was stopping, but as if it were being pulled away. Pulled away very slowly. And then, when Caius pulled out the little metal lighter, I heard the scream and growl. I spun around to see who it was, but I already knew. Jacob would be there, and so would Rosalie. I turned to face them.
But where were they? The only creatures there were two vampires. Two vampires I hadn't seen in two years. Two vampires, I'd never be able to see again in my life (or existence, I should say). Mom and Dad.
The second I saw them, I knew it had to be a dream. Ever since the Volturi forced them into their guard, I had only heard about once a month from them, if even that. And it was only letters. No, I can't say that. They weren't letters, they were notes. Or just messages they made sure Alice saw. I hadn't seen their faces since forever. I could barely remember who they were. But I could see them clear as crystal right now. I knew that we had to get out of Italy sooner than tomorrow, because having the same dreams suddenly change one night never means anything good.
One of the best things about how clumsy my mother was as a human: I inherited her sleep-talking. But I could control what I said subconsciously. I called out to Alice to make her wake me up, because the dream had to mean something that had slipped through her vision. But then Jane's infliction began again. When I turned, expecting Mom and Dad to be there, it was simply a dark alleyway. I turned back, only to see them on either side of her. Siding with Jane.
A cold hand interrupted the pain. My eyes shot open, I could feel it. But my vision was still hazy from sleep.
"Alice, we need to go," I told her simply.
"Ness, we know. We're heading to Hong Kong toda-" she tried, but I didn't let her finish.
"No, Japan and China are out of the question. We need to be as far away from there as possible." Her face looked utterly confused. So I explained my dream.
"We have to leave. Now. Jazz!" Alice yelled across the massive suite.
"What? Well, we can at least spend the day in Venice. Just start packing up," he replied.
"No, Jasper. Get all the stuff together. We have to get out of Italy now. The Volturi must know we're here. Renesmee's dream slipped through my vision. Let's go," she said urgently. He stared in shock at first, but then came to his senses and packed even faster.
When we got out of the car at the McDonald's, I was completely tense and ready to fight. It was kind of stupid. I got a measly little cheeseburger happy meal, hardly nourishing compared to blood. But Alice and Jasper had to suffer too, so it wasn't way too bad. We left about five minutes later.
The yellow Porsche's black leather interior got really hot, really fast. I had to sit on a jacket to keep from burning my legs. I had gotten really bored after the first hour, so settled for reading my five-hundred page novel. The Host was even beginning to get dull to me. After twenty pages, I just let myself fall asleep.
"Nessie! Ness! Renesmee Carlie Cullen wake up already!" Alice can be very persuasive when trying to wake someone up. Then my phone buzzed.
"Hey Jacob, what's going on now?" I asked.
"Well, really good news actually. We caught the trail, but they're really far away. They're in Asia by now, maybe only as far as Europe though. You guys need to get back home soon," he explained.
"What? Jake, we're just in Russia now, it'll take forever to get all the way home! Even with a vampire driving…" I trailed off. I knew that we were cornered. Luke had one side, the Volturi had us on the other. I was destined to die. Or just be forced into a life of servitude to the Volturi of course, but they didn't have a newborn army on their side. Then the tears started again. Jasper took my cell phone and started talking strategy. I eventually cried myself to sleep.