"Jacob?"
Rosalie rushed past Jasper and Alice, crying out his name. "Jacob where are you?"
"Jacob -" Jacob jumped up in front of her from a corner, "What?" He looked back around, "Renesmee fell asleep, keep it down." He frowned and then craned his head to glimpse over Rosalie's shoulder. He looked back at her, "What's going on with-"
"Esme's head was severed." She hastily replied, silencing him. She looked down and bit her lip, trying to keep control of her outraging emotions. She wanted to cry and fling herself out the window, something that was rare for somebody like her.
"You mean-like the-like some kind of professional killer?" He snickered, although still frowning. "Come on, Rosalie, tell me what happened. You have got to be joking with me, right? You don't want me to know about your vampire-"
"You wouldn't say that if somebody killed Renesmee!" She hissed. He fell silent again.
Her glare softened and she looked down again, bringing her pale hand up to fiddle with the wooden cross on her chest.
"They want you to call Edward."
Jacob flung out both his arms to his sides and frowned. "You haven't told me what happened, or how we're going to deal with it and you just want me to call Edward?"
"Do as I say."
"This makes no sense, okay?"
"Jacob,"
He closed his eyes and breathed out. "Okay, fine. I'll call him right now. But you do know he's a long way from here and that he will not be able to make it in time?"
"In time for what?" She didn't look up but he could feel the rage rising in her voice.
Jacob opened his mouth to say something, then clenched it shut again. "Watch Renesmee." He turned around and walked a few paces towards a wooden shelf. He scratched the back of his neck and reached for a cordless with his free hand, and then he paused.
"What am I even supposed to tell him, it's around 9:00 p.m. 'Hey something happened at this time of the night, so we want you to come over' ?" He asked, turning around with a mocking expression.
She looked up from her chain, "That his mother needs him because she is injured; and he has to leave everything behind in Geneva. This is important."
Jacob frowned again, "But that's lying and-", he studied her glare for a minute and hesitated to argue. He turned around and reached for the phone.
Rosalie observed him carefully, her fingers still running across the shape of the cross. She gave out an exasperated sigh as he picked up the phone and punched in the numbers, bringing it up to his ears with one hand and with the other, gripping the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Uh, yes, h-hello? Edward, it's me, Jacob. Yeah. I'm fine, but listen, I've got to tell you something-" He turned around and looked at Rosalie.
Rosalie nodded and watched as he went back to his mundane conversation. She drew her hand down from her chain and craned her head to the right to glimpse into the bedroom. She sighed again and walked in, her footsteps being clearly audible on the wooden floor. She peered in a bit more and stared at the low woodcrossed bed, upon which Renesmee was placed, sleeping with all serenity. She looked around the room. Her sharp gaze drifted from a brown bookshelf clustered with old musty books to a reed dream catcher on the wall decorated by beads; a gift from Jacob. She took a deep breath and walked towards the bed, listening for any signs that would indicate a new finding from Carlisle and the others but there was none to be heard of. No crying, no wailing and definitely no screaming Bella.
She paused when she neared the bed, and then sat down next to Renesmee. She raised a hand and carefully brushed hair off the child's face. "Why did you do it, child?" She whispered hoarsely, but not audible enough. She cocked her head to the left and ran a long nail along Renesmee's hairline. "You could have been given everything. Your father, Edward, had no idea what he was doing."
She drew her hand back and neatly placed it on her lap, drawing a mouthful of air. She closed her eyes and looked back at Renesmee. "I'm sorry."
"Edward said he's on his way but-" Jacob walked in and paused, "-Rosalie, what are you doing?"
His eyes were locked on Rosalie and Renesmee, who was flung over her aunt's shoulders in a casual manner, still sleeping. Rosalie stopped and stared at him. "What are you doing?" He repeated.
She put Renesmee softly back onto the bed and turned to face the confused Jacob, "Look, Jacob, I need you to listen to me very carefully."
Jacob felt a shiver. His eyebrow twitched and he slowly moved in around her and the bed. Rosalie swallowed and looked at Renesmee, then back at Jacob. "This child; this child is no longer a half born hybrid. Something has to be done before-"
"This child is the one whom I've imprinted on!" Jacob spoke through clenched teeth. He moved in a circle, closer to the bed until he was right beside it. Rosalie moved back a step and bent down to place a gentle hand on her niece's shoulder.
Jacob snarled and she immediately retracted.
"Look, just listen to me. Edward was an idiot. He didn't know what he did. When the Volturi find out, they are not going to spare you, or me, or our families," she paused and tilted her head in a threatening manner, raising an eyebrow, "do you know why Esme was portrayed in such a way?"
Jacob kept his snarl.
"Because only one belonging to the Volturi would do such a thing, in such a shameful way. And who, in this house, Jacob, is a half born? It isn't you or I. It's her."
"What are you talking about? Renesmee's not a threat to anybody, she wouldn't hurt a butterfly, unlike you would," He sneered. "You will not touch her. You-you have no right to."
Rosalie kept her eyebrow raised, another hand now slowly reaching for the child, "Is that so? Well then, who is it that is related to her in a manner of family? I certainly don't think it's you, the newcomer."
"That doesn't change anything. You know what the Volturi said; you can't hurt her, or they'll hurt you. You can't go around telling me what to do, Rosalie, you're nobody to—"
Her eyes turned bright red in a blink, "No, you're nobody to tell us what to do, imposter!" She yelled, the whole room feeling the shake of rage.
Renesmee woke and looked up at Jacob, and then at her raged aunt. "Don't let them hurt me, Jacob."
Rosalie shot a glare at her. The child could even predict the future, like Alice, though as much as it can be just coincidental, two gifts for a vampire meant extreme power and source to take away almost everything standing in its way.
Jacob didn't say a word and instead, lunged forward to grab Renesmee, followed by Rosalie who now had bared fangs. The sound of heavy footsteps thudded alongside the floor and Bella rushed into view followed by Carlisle.
"What's with all the screaming—oh my God, Rosalie!"