July 3, 2009~

The night is dark and unforgiving by the time I reach the hospital where all my possessions are. The parking lot is eerily empty and one of the streetlights flashes and blacks out. I shiver and walk faster toward the huge building just as a silver Volvo pulls up into the parking lot. It's probably just one of the nightshift doctors, I try to convince myself as I jog up the steps and open the big glass door.

Inside, the receptionist desk is empty. "Stupid people get paid for doin' nothing," I grumble to myself as I press the button for the elevator and get in. It's empty in there too.

"Where is everyone?" I ask the specks of dust floating by me in the tiny space. There are no sounds; you could hear a pin drop. Oh wait.

No one's around to drop the pin.

The elevator opens to the thirteenth floor where my room is and I walk out. The corridor lights are still a bright white, even though I have no idea who would turn them on.

I turn into my room and see the bed that I once inhabited a day ago, and the bench where Sister Fiona and the headmaster were sitting. Everything is the same...except there are no sources of life!

Suddenly I begin to wish that I had gone with Edward. He was right; I would run into some sort of danger...and here looks like the perfect place for that.

"Edward?" I call out weakly. No, my mind commands. If you come crawling back to him now he'll think you're a coward. Stick it out, Nessie!

"Yeah," I mutter. "And you're just the little voice in my mind that bosses me around. Nothing can happen to you 'cause you're all safe in there." I let out a short chuckle. "Well, not if I get a blow to the head. Then you're screwed."

Shut up! the voice orders angrily. I can hear someone coming!

"What do I do?!"
Hide! I begin to panic and duck behind the bed, keeping my hands over my head and minimizing myself by curling up into a little ball.

"No, sir, she's not in here," a hear a formal voice saying.

"Goddamn that girl, where the hell is she?" thunders a familiar man—oh crap!
Angelo!

I tremble violently as the doctor leads a furious Angelo into the room. Please don't find me, please don't find me, I beg silently. Ooooh, please...I wedge myself further behind the bed, eventually squeezing under the little table and hiding myself with the table cloth.

"Sir, I don't see the problem here. She's just a fourteen year old," the doctor says.

"The kid freakin' bit her roommate! She must think she's like some vampire or something. Probably watches that True Blood show or something," Angelo snorts. "You know teenagers and their obsessions."

There was that word again: vampire. It isn't the first time I've heard it. Jane told me about them in my dream...or she more so told me that I was upsetting "their" existence. I shake the thought away, but the cloth goes with my sudden movement. The flower pot on top rattles and falls off the edge, crashing onto the floor with a *shatter* from the ceramic piece breaking.

"Oh shit!" I whisper, just loud enough for myself to hear, but apparently Angelo had already gotten there before I could fit in those last few words. He yanks the cloth off the table and looks straight at me, his eyes like fire.

"Hi, Angelo," I choke. I grab a flower off the floor and hold it up to him. "Daisy?"

His giant hands are like claws as he glares at me. "RENESMEE CARLIE CULLEN!!!!!!!" he bellows ferociously.

"Hey, you know my middle name. That's cool," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Angelo doesn't say anything. He just stands there, breathing heavily from getting all of that nasty anger out. His fists are clenched like he's about to wale me right in the gut.

"How was the performance? Did ya see Valentina?"

He still doesn't say anything, he just grabs me by the collar and pulls me up off the ground, putting my face up to his. "Don't you ever try to pull that stunt again!" he hollers, some of his spit flying onto my face.

I'm already in enough trouble, but I want to see if I can push poor ol' Angelo over the edge just a little farther. "Whew, you seriously need a Tic-Tac, dude." I wipe a drop of imaginary spit off my cheek. "And learn to say it, not spray it."

Angelo throws me onto the floor and picks his foot up, about to stomp on me (and probably crush me to death because he's so fat). I roll under the bed just as his big meaty foot smashes onto the floor. For a second, Angelo's feet are gone off the ground, but then I realize that he's airborne.

"Holy crap!" I holler and roll out the other side of the bed, getting onto my feet just at the bed collapses and breaks from Angelo's weight, dust flying up everywhere.

"'Scuse me!" I say, just as I scoot past the doctor and out the door. I dash down the stairs, slinging my bag over my shoulder and grasping the locket that hangs around my neck on the string. "You never do fail me," I tell the golden oval proudly.

I hurry through the lobby and out the large doors, the moon lingering in the night sky. The Volvo is still parked in the same spot, so it's probably Angelo's. Another car, a huge black Escalade, idles on the curb of the highway. A man gets out and begins walking toward me, so I turn and try to run away, my heart racing.

"Hey, wait!" the man calls. Is it Edward? Oh, God, I hope not. "Hey you!"

I try to pry open the doors but they are locked. "Hey! Hey! Please, open up in there!!" I shout, banging on the glass doors frantically with my hands. "Please, open up! It's an emergency!"

I can hear the man approaching behind me, and before I know it he's right there next to me. I pound harder, panting and wheezing as I try to pull the door open. "Oh, please, pleeeeeease," I beg, crying hopelessly. "Not now! No, please."

"Hey, kid, you alright? You look and sound as if you just saw a vampire," he says, his Brooklyn accent thick in his husky voice.

My bottom lip quivers. "Stop saying that word!"

"Vampires?"

"Yes," I break down, holding my head in my hands. "Please, stop. I can't take it anymore. What is with the world and those creatures?!"

The man bites his lip and stares at me, thoroughly confused. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to, uh, upset you in such a way." He kneads his hands, until he finally says, "Do you, uh, know a Renee Cullen by any chance? I think she was supposed to be here. I'm gonna take her home with my brother and I 'cause, uh, she's our new housekeeper."

I sniffle and peer up at him. "Renesmee Cullen? That's me."

His eyes widen and he looks behind him, giving the other man the car a thumbs up. "Well, uh, I'm Victor and my brother is Xavier."

"Nice to meet you," I manage. "Call me Nessie. It's easier than Renesmee."

Victor smiles slyly. "Okay, well let's go. Time's a-wasting."

And with that, I follow Victor to the waiting car and climb into the backseat.

Part II:

Victor is a short, dark-skinned man of about age twenty-seven. He has curly dark hair and a tan skin, but he's always involved in work. Xavier on the other hand is twenty-four years old. He has that swish haircut with sandy brown hair and deep brown eyes. His voice is young and innocent, but he's very clever.

A few days have passed...

I wake up in the morning to a dim, cloudy day. The bed sheets are warm and soft, and I don't want to get out, but I have to work. I go downstairs and find Xavier sitting there reading the newspaper.

I yawn and clean up his empty plate. "Where's Mr. Victor?"

Xavier puts the newspaper down. "He's at work. And, I'm going to be working too. But I'm upstairs so you won't be alone here." He pauses. "You have nothing to work on, so you can just relax for a few hours."

I shrug. "Thank you, Mr. Xavier. I'll be in the den." I skip out of the kitchen and into the room where the television is. I sit down at turn on the TV, not really paying attention to what is on. But suddenly, I feel two hands massaging my shoulders. I jump and turn around. Xavier is standing there, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm sorry, did I startle you, love?"

I wrinkle my nose. "E-excuse me, sir?"

Xavier places his hand under my chin and winks. "It's just you and me. I knew you were the one the first second I saw you."

"Mr. Xavier, I am purely your housekeeper and that's it. I...I..."

"Oh, why not?" he asks, his smooth voice like a serpent's. He tackles me onto the couch and starts kissing me violently.

"Mr...Xavier," I huff through labored breaths. "Sir...this isn't...right!"

"Who cares what's right?" he says, pulling down my shirt with his strong hands. "I'm in love, Nessie."

I scream. "Mr. Xavier, please let go!!" His hand grabs my neck as he forces my lips to his. "One night...could never be wrong," he whispers, his breath hot.

I push him away forcefully and leap off the couch, running for my life through the mansion's halls. I throw open the bathroom door and shut it with a loud bang, locking it and hiding in the bathtub, sobbing hysterically.

"I'm sorry, Edward!" I cry. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you when I should have! I'm sorry!!"

"Nessie," a voice coos, as a sharp steak knife cuts through the wooden door. An awful shredding noise comes with each stab that Xavier throws.

"PLEASE!" I holler, banging on the window. "Edward, HELP!!"

"Who's Edward?" Xavier asks offensively, his face appearing in the opening that he carved. The knife he is holding is still jabbed in the door.

I let out a bloodcurdling shriek and begin climbing the tiled wall up to the window.

"Love hurts, Nessie," Xavier growls, running after me after he broke down the door. "That's something you'll have to learn the hard way." He throws the knife at me, and it just misses my neck. It snags my shirt sleeve and I hang there, terrified, clawing at the window a few feet away.

"EDWARD!!!!" I scream desperately. "PLEASE!!!"

"You will grow to love me," Xavier threatens, pulling a gun out of his pocket. He aims it right at me and gets ready to pull the trigger just as the window above me shatters and a possessed bird crash-lands on the floor.

"What the hell?!" Xavier cries just as the dust disperses and the bird begins standing up.

Wait...that's no bird. It's Edward!

"Who are you?" Xavier stammers, his eyes suddenly full of fear and misunderstanding.

"That's not important," Edward growls, his voice menacing. "Now you leave this girl alone."

"Who are you to tell me that? She's my girlfriend," he lies.

Edward strolls toward him coolly. "And I suppose you were trying to kill her?"

Xavier gulps, and pulls his gun out. "I'll shoot her," he snarls, aiming the gun at me again. "I don't care. I'll kill her. She's hanging there like a pinata full of candy."

"Hurt her, and I'll kill you," Edward threatens darkly.

Xavier begins trembling, and suddenly pulls back the trigger. Edward is too fast, though. He leaps in front of me just as he yanks the knife off my shirt and I fall into the bathtub with a *thud*. "EDWARD, NO!!!" I cry, but it is too late. The gun shot rings throughout the room and Edward collapses onto the floor.

"Oh God," I moan, crawling toward him. "Please, please be alive..." I'm screwed now.

Xavier grins and walks toward us, staring down at Edward's body in amazement.

But to my pleasure, Edward turns on his back and stares up at me, a grin playing at his lips. His golden eyes sparkle with fascination as I reach out to touch his cheek.

"You—you're alive!" I rejoice.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He winks and rolls onto his feet, holding the little silver bullet in his ivory hand. "Ah, Ness. Now would you look at that?"

I smile. "Yep."

"Wait," Xavier stutters. "That's not supposed to happen. You're supposed to be dead!" He points to Edward, his hand shaking.

"We all like to imagine things," Edward begins, sauntering toward Xavier. "And now is just your time to do so. So keep on imagining, because Renesmee's coming with me."

Xavier breaks into a run, hollering and screaming with horror as Edward takes my hand and examines my injured shoulder from where the knife gently grazed it. A few drops of blood drip down my arm, but Edward washes it away with some sink water.

"I'm fine," I say, looking into his deep topaz irises as he smooths the skin on my cheek with his thumb.

"Don't scare me like that. Ever," Edward replies. "Bella will skin me alive when she finds out what happened." My heart thumps excitedly at his words. I'm going to see Bella!!

"Come on," Edward says, grasping my hand with his ice cold one. "Let's get out of here."

Then, I woke up.