Chapter 16: Villians and Creepers (revised)

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**Villains and Creepers**

~Rochelle~

Rochelle walked until the sky was black. Darkness was a comfort to her; only in the darkness could she remember herself. Sometimes remembering those hurts, those pains, those disappointments that had shaped us remind us of who we are and what we are doing. At least that was her theory. Once in a while she would rendezvous with the part of her that needed to be walled up and kept away. That was the little girl who all those years ago went through so much torture. Memories would sometimes come and go, but the silence was always calming to her. For many years during those torturous times she spent most of the time in silence. When she was younger, everything was crazy. There was fighting, there was the lying, the deceit, and it felt like she was in a house that had gone mad. You couldn't very well run away now could you?

No. I didn't think so.

She walked alone in the silence with herself, with her thoughts, with her reproaches, with her comforts. The world held nothing for her, no one would understand. There was not a soul who could understand…not until he came. He rescued her from the waking nightmare, he was her salvation.

'Come child', she could hear his voice in her memory, something that could be dangerous, but when she was alone, it was safe for her to indulge in the memory of his voice. 'Don't be afraid,' he'd said, 'I'll take care of you now.' He held his hand out to you and calmness washed over you, don't you remember? You had lived in a cell before he came and rescued you. You owe him your sanity, or what's left of it.

Rochelle began to laugh at herself in the stillness of the dark as she walked alone. Her words were a comfort to herself. She usually had to comfort herself.

She could do this one thing he had asked couldn't she. Of course, she owed him, even if it meant she had to deal with creepy Michael. Just his name sent shivers down her spine. He was so strange, so odd, so weird. The way he would look at her sometimes, made her remember those looks of those who would come into her cell and rape her. Who cared if he had a ton of money and had clothes, cars and whatever… He had the strangest habits, the strangest fetishes…just creepy Michael.

If he wasn't so easy to read and see though, Rochelle would have had serious fear of him. She never had to see him though, so that was also a comfort. That was the one condition he, her savior, had promised her. 'Don't worry my precious one; you will never have to actually be near him. I would fear he would take advantage of you, and we can't have that.' He'd promised….

She could do what her master wanted, she could watch him. She would tell him when he had taken her. There was something special about this one… this Renesmee; she must be a prize worth winning. Rochelle knew she could help him get the prize he so desperately sought, even if he had to go through this creepy Michael.

Rochelle walked contemplating her roommate and realized she needed to be more aware. Renesmee was beginning to notice the difference in behavior. It was just becoming so hard… it had been months since she was home, and the supplements she was taking weren't as effective. This would have to end soon, so she could leave.

~Michael~

Two weeks seemed to fly by for Renesmee, but somewhere in a dark room time was agony, every moment between now and the time he would be in the presence of Renesmee again tortured this poor soul. They had spent such wonderful time together.

Michael stood in front of a wall of Renesmee. There were photos of this vixen in every imaginable scenario. He cataloged them again and again: Nessie at a restaurant, Nessie at home, Nessie in class, Nessie in costume, Nessie in evening wear, Nessie in bikini's, Nessie in negligee, Nessie nude. He paused over this section, there were several poses here that she did for him. She had laughed and said it was fun; she had tossed her head back when he filled her glass with wine. She would tease him, she would please him, but she always refused when it came to doing what he wanted most.

Oh how easily you would out maneuver me my little vixen. You won't out do me this time, he swore.

Memories swirled around his mind as these pictures large and small fed his insanity. The centerpiece of his collection was a large picture that spanned from the floor to the ceiling of Renesmee's glorious face.

Lightning cracked outside his window and the wind howled along with his laughter in the darkness.

He wants you for himself my little vixen, but I won't give you to him my Nessie, no I won't. You wouldn't have me, but I'll take you, from right under his nose. Yes, I will. He thinks he's so clever, get someone else to do his dirty work, but we'll show him now won't we my little Nessie? Yes, we will teach him, and you will be so grateful to me for saving you from Aro; you'll give yourself to me. Oh I wish you well till we meet again my little sweet, my little Nessie…

The laughter again filled the stifled night air in this dark hole somewhere in the world.

~The Big Day Interlude~

On the other side of the world festivities were beginning, for a bride and groom.

Late October was cool and blustery but that wouldn't stop Alice. The ceremony would be held outside on the massive lawn instead of inside, since there were so many more in the wedding party. Emmett and the guys constructed a massive glass structure with light grey granite flooring. Everything was accented in white and grey. The evergreen trees that hung all around made for the most picturesque scene imaginable. All the guests were arrayed in black, white and shades of grey.

Alice had again done wonders and all whom were loved and beloved were gathered. Renesmee had done a great deal more with the preparations than Bella had for her wedding, so she knew what everything would look like since she helped with the sketches. That didn't mean that Alice would let her see anything the day of. Jacob was prepared at the cottage, not even allowed into the house until the beginning of the ceremony. Alice wasn't taking any chances.

Fortunately all the 'wolf girls' had wolf mates, so the numbers stayed balance, except when it came to Leah, fortunately she would walk down with her brother taking her arm. It was also a little tricky when it came to Quill and Embry. Claire was a flower girl, so Quill and Embry served as ushers at the beginning of the isle. They didn't seem to mind. They were still in the wedding party so they were still special. It seemed that everything was falling directly into place perfectly.

There were other members of the Quileute's that were present for Jacob and Renesmee's wedding and they were all greeted and welcomed. There were some that were stand-offish simply because they knew there was something different about the Cullen's, but for the most part everyone was really happy. Charlie came with Sue; the Denali's and the Amazons that had flown up especially for the occasion so everyone was accounted for, including Renesmee's roommate 'the short little white girl', as she was affectionately called. Other than her, the rest of the 'sisters' were absent, since Nessie didn't actually spend a lot of time with the sisters; how could she? She was spending all her time with Jacob instead.

Now that we've addressed the guests, let's go attend to our bride-to-be in the upstairs part of the house with her Mother and Aunts.

"Renesmee dear, you are even more beautiful than I was on my wedding day." Bella said with pride.

Rosalie had pulled Nessie's hair high off her neck and arranged the curls and ringlets in a contained circle that was so delicate and feminine accented with camellias beneath her curls.

The gown was exquisite for her; the satin hung like waves of the sea and shimmered like liquid rhodium. Strapless, it hung seemingly from her perfect breasts and fell over her curves like a Goddess. Her train swung out behind her several feet, shimmering as she moved. Her femininity was overwhelming. Jacob's presents were proudly displayed in her ears, on her throat and on her wrist. The white of her satin gown, the ruby red of the hem was breathtaking. The gown's V neck was most fetching but nothing could be more seductive than the plunging back with a red satin X strap across her perfect skin.

"Wait," Bella said realizing she was carried away by Renesmee's splendor, "here, I wore this on my wedding day," and she placed one of the sapphire combs that her parents had given her in her daughter's hair.

"And here is your something borrowed," Alice said bringing out a garter, different than the one she had loaned to Bella, this one was white with little hints of red and so delicate she could barely feel slide up her leg when Alice had ducked down to put it on her.

She was perfect.

Her bride's maids all wore black and red satin gowns and carried white and red roses. The groomsmen matched in Armani with a red rose in the lapel.

Music began to flow up from downstairs as Carlisle played a melody Edward composed especially for their special day.

"Are you ready sweet heart?" Bella asked.

"Thank you all so much, this is more than I could have dared to hope or dream."

"Renesmee you are breathtaking. Jacob is very lucky." Edward said looking at his daughter.

"No, I'm the lucky one." She remembered.

Alice had placed a mirror at the head of the stairs where Nessie would meet her father, so she could see herself.

Peering into the glass she didn't hardly recognize herself, and blushed at the woman with the big red lips who was smiling back at her.

"You are breathtaking sweetheart," her father whispered in her ear placing his hand over hers.

The bride's maids filed out of the adjoining room and down the stairs to meet their escorts, while Renesmee waited atop the stair for her cue.