Possibilities
Apparently the Volturi had the army under control, because the rest soon joined me. They came in quite a state of panic. Dad was first. He sprinted in and scooped me up before he saw the pile of gore. Then I couldn't help but laugh when he stared at me in such disbelief. I could do a lot of damage for my size. Mom came next. She looked just as surprised. She just kept looking back and forth between what used to be Luke, and me. Then she ran up to knock Dad out of whatever spell he seemed to be in. Rosalie came next, of course. She looked more panicky than my parents. Dad had told me later that she was only concerned I could have gotten killed in such a one-on-one fight with a two-hundred year old vampire. Ha. That fight was the easiest kill I could've managed. But people underestimate me a lot. Emmett and Jasper came then. Jasper looked pleased at how great I handled it. Emmett just looked kind of disappointed he didn't get to bash Luke out. He still high-fived me, though. Carlisle and Esme came in next. Mom and Dad let Carlisle check me over, just to be sure I was completely alright. I could've told them how Luke only fought back for about two seconds, or how the fight lasted ten seconds total. But I was feeling greedy, and let them be worried about me anyway.
Carlisle knocked my arm accidentally, and that's when I felt it begin to sting.
"Ouch!" I said.
"What hurts?" he asked.
"Just my arm. It kinda burns a little." He examined it more carefully. Everyone stared even harder when we all saw the two deep holes in my wrist.
"Not much of a problem. Venom shouldn't affect her," Alice said. I hadn't realized she'd joined us. She pranced over to where I was standing to help Carlisle.
"Just rinse it out, Alice," he said. She took a bottle of water and ran it over the wound. It stung for a second, but then the burning dulled. I couldn't really feel any pain anymore. Just felt normal.
"Shouldn't we burn Luke?" I asked.
"It does look like he's twitching." Emmett said.
"Anyone see any wood around? Or should we not bother to do that? Just burn the pieces," Jane said. Why she was here, I'd never know. She tossed the silver Volturi-issue lighter to Dad. He lit the flesh as a sweet, but toxic scent wafted through the air.
We walked back to the castle. The streets were empty. Windows shut, doors bolted. No doubt the good townspeople of Volterra knew monsters were thriving in the city. Of course they were frightened. And they had reason to be. With all those murdering, bloodsucking, violence-thirsting, evil…no, no, no. the Volturi could be good. Except for their diet.
The sewer passageways didn't look any different. But they felt so. The white waiting room was bright. Too bright. The world seemed in too happy a state for what war had just passed.
"What are you going to do about the citizens, Aro? Oh, good townsfolk. Do not worry. It was all a dream. A dream all of you happened to have. At exactly the same time. Vampires? My, my. Mythical creatures, are they not? Just continue on with your everyday lives." Caius said sarcastically. His Aro impression sucked.
"Dear brother, I fear there may be no explanation to give the public for these recent events. I have not come up with such a solution yet, by any case. I ask you save that matter for later, hmm?" Aro replied.
"Aro, we are deeply sorry we put your secrecy in danger with Renesmee, as well as the general trouble we've caused. We will take care to keep away from Volterra from now on. But we thank you for your help," Carlisle said.
"Why no, dear friend! This was no trouble at all. We helped when a friend was in need, nothing out of place. Do not regret coming," Aro said.
"Thank you," Dad said. It sounded like Carlisle and Jazz said it too, but I could only vaguely tell.
"I believe Jane had wished to speak to Renesmee alone, hadn't you, dear?" Aro said. Jane nodded slightly, embarrassed. Dad eyed her for a moment, then softened. The two of us, Jane and I, walked through the chamber and to a thick wooden door behind the thrones.
The room wasn't the torture chamber I had expected. It looked just like a practical little girls bedroom, minus the bed. A soft lavender loveseat was set in one corner. Two stuffed animals were sitting on a beanbag in another. Nearest the door was a desk, with a high-end laptop set on the edge. A jewelry box sat beside it.
Jane walked to the beanbag and began toying with a brown stuffed bear. It looked old and worn. I walked over to the sofa and sat down.
"So what exactly is it you want, if not to murder me?" I asked. It came out ruder than I intended.
"To apologize. I know the reason why Rosalie hated your mother. She was human. And Rose would never be. I guess that's why I dislike you some much. Not that I'm trying to be judgmental, but you have so much better a life. You can sleep, you can bleed. Eventually you'll be able to have kids, probably. You can live off of human food. We can never do any of it. We're stuck here forever. Stuck as murderers, as monsters. Someone, or something, in your family's case, will always get hurt for the sake of our well-being. Humans don't have to live with that necessity," she explained. I always knew the whole thing.
"Hey, I've had human blood before, and it is a LOT better that normal food. Even for me," I said. She stared at me speculatively.
"It was volunteered! From a werewolf! He'd of healed up in, like, five seconds anyway. It's not like I sucked anyone dry, or anything." That broke her stare. More into a look of disgust, though.
"Okay, I really don't care about how much you hate werewolves. Really. So just apology accepted, right?" I said, as I got up to leave.
"Wait!" she said before I reached the door.
"Okay, this probably sounds really tacky, but do you want to hear my story? Like, as far as the point of having a room goes?" I stared at her in amazement. I'd only heard her talk all professional, perfect articulation. Slang was new.
"I'm a teenager, just like you. The whole "oh, master this, master that" thing is just for show. And I don't really talk all old-timey like that," she explained. I sat back down on the sofa.
"Tell me I'm not wasting time hearing my mortal enemy's story, am I?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.
"Are we really enemies anymore?" she countered. I'd been contemplating that too. She ignored my silence and continued.
"Well, actually, I remember about as much of my human life as Alice does. But I can tell you why I have the room. Okay, well, out of the whole guard, I handled the change the worst. I was in total depression for like, three months afterwards. Mostly because I couldn't ever be human again.
"Aro felt deeply sorry for how unhappy he had made me. So he did whatever he could to bring me back to the joyful state I had been in during my humanity. This was it. He went through and collected all the things that were once mine and brought them back. The stuffed animals were my favorite toys as a human child. The jewelry box has some of my mothers jewelry in it. That's really it," she finished.
"What about the laptop? I mean, of course internet could be entertaining when you can't sleep, but…" I trailed off.
"Actually, that's for email. I have a sister that's still alive, and a niece. I can keep contact with my niece, but never really see her."
"Oh," I replied. That reminded me so much of my situation. I couldn't see a lot of people, because the danger it'd put them in. Or how fast they'd notice change. Not to mention family would have to be there too, and they never change. Too obvious.
"So… that it?" I asked. It seemed like a good point to end this on.
"Well, yeah. But I really am sorry, Renesmee. Er…think we could be friends?" she asked. I thought about it for a bit.
"Maybe." It was the best answer I could think up. She nodded, then looked like she had an idea that would totally go out on a limb. She leaned over to the desk, and wrote something on a piece of paper. Then she gave it to me.
It was her email. . I giggled.
"Such a fitting username, isn't it?" I joked. She laughed along with me. With one more awkward smile, I left the room.
"Are you really going to let us?" I heard Dad question from across the room.
"It seems your family is breaking without you. It would be best, would it not?" Aro said. Mom blinked her eyes a few times, like she was dreaming.
"Thank you, so very much Aro. We'll be in touch. Come on, Renesmee," he replied. Carrie waved back at me from Aro's side, and I smiled in response. The Cullen family said their last goodbyes, and left the castle. The whole Cullen family. All nine members.