A/N:Hey everybody, thanks for following, and I'll hook you up cutemuffin…eventually. ;)

Warning: The following is dark in its own scary sad way. I didn't have the heart to extend it for chapters as I had originally intended… so this is just kind of to get it out of the way…if you have a problem with implied rape (not overly graphic), I suggest you skip over this chapter and catch up with us on the next one...

**Taken**

When Renesmee awoke the evening of the following day, there was a note next to her pillow. Nessie smiled at Jake's scrawled writing as his words warmed her heart before she even read them.

'I was hoping to be back before you woke up. I will be right back, my love. I'm finding us some food. I miss you already. Love, Jake.'

Closing her eyes she stretched luxuriantly with a smile spread upon her lips. There were so many wonderful things in her mind and her joy was deep seeded when her eyes flew open at a foreign scent that blew in from the direction of the terrace, and there stood a cloaked, menacing figure.

In an instant he was in front of her face. A scream would have echoed through the room had he not covered her mouth with his gloved hand and a handkerchief.

"Hello Renesmee," dripped the sinister voice.

Terror gripped Renesmee as she realized this was not Jacob, and the stranger covered her nose and mouth causing her to pass out from the chloroform in the handkerchief. In another instant she was over his shoulder, he stole away through the window.

Jacob had gone out to not only fetch Renesmee breakfast, but to make it himself. With the tray of food he brought upstairs he had a bunch of flowers from the corner florist. However returning to the room he found it utterly empty and there was no sign of Nessie. A chill trailed down Jake's spine as he detected a faint almost masked scent of something he recognized: the scent of a vampire, who wasn't his Nessie.

Hollering out her name, and immediately busting through the terrace windows he traced the scent up to the roof, where it vanished, but she was nowhere to be found.

Searching frantically for her through the inn, in the courtyard, trying to pick up any trace of her scent, panic was moments away from gripping him. A cold sweat broke out over his brow unable to fathom what could have happened. Instinct took over for Jake, for disbelief would have crippled him. He ran back to their room, almost breaking the door down, for his phone and dialed the number for the only one to turn to.

"Edward…"

"Jake, what's the matter?" Edward asked immediately worried at the sound of Jake's broken voice.

"Edward, she's gone…"

"What do you mean gone?"

"Gone! Taken. Abducted," he said his voice breaking.

"Alice!" Edward called out, then directing his attention back to the phone he asked, "Tell me Jake, what makes you think she didn't just go shopping or go for a walk?"

"I left her asleep in our room, but now there's a faint scent of a vampire that I don't recognize, it seems like it's masked with something, a scent I don't recognize and there is a definite scent of chloroform in here." Jake said to the point of tears, dropping onto the bed.

"Alice, have you seen Renesmee in any weird places? Edward asked frantically.

"Nessie? No, I haven't seen her at all. I stopped keeping an eye on her; she and Jake needed privacy… why?"

"Look for her now, does she seem as though she was abducted?" Edward asked sharply.

Confusion struck Alice's lovely features at the request, but even more so at the answer to the question, 'I don't see her anywhere at all. It's like a black void…there's no point of reference.'

"Jake, we're on our way. Are you at Esme's favorite Parisian inn?"

"Yes." Jake said dazed.

"We're leaving now, we'll be there as absolutely soon as we can. Just hang on son."

Jacob closed the phone and slumped from the bed to the floor in convulsions of tears. There was no possible way that he could imagine what this could mean. Who would want to do this, why would they? How could they have taken her from their room?

These questions and more circled through Jacob's mind during the passing of the daylight hours that he spent searching through the streets of Paris for any hint of his beloved, until he fell asleep at the foot of the bed where he had sunk in exhaustion and frustration. Throughout the night, he would pass between conscious tears and waking nightmares. The next morning, while Jake was lying on the floor, a knock came at the door.

Flying to the door in hopes that perhaps it may be her, disappointment griped him violently when it was only the concierge from the front desk. "This arrived at the front counter sir," he said, handing Jake a long, wide fed-ex envelope.

"Thank you," Jake muttered closing the door. Upon opening the envelope and taking one look at the contents and he passed out, scattering the contents of the package: Images of Renesmee gagged, bound, and one photo of a beheaded corpse with fiery red hair along with a note: Never make a pretty woman your wife.

~Darkness~

For the time being, we will leave our poor grief stricken Jacob to be found by Edward and Alice and we will follow our Nessie, who on the first instance of waking from consciousness was immediately sent back to her comatose state with the same means as before. Fear not for news of Jacob, we will return to him shortly.

We will in this instance allow the retelling of the account of Renesmee's experience be told as through her eyes.

~My head was not only whirling, but throbbing. I had never experienced a headache, but I imagine I had one now. I reached for my eyes as if to press the pain, but I was unable. The sound of chains encouraged my eyes to flutter open.

The disorientation was overwhelming. The last thing I recall was being warm and wound around my sheets waiting for my husband, Jacob to return. Now however I was in the dark, the temperature was substantially colder than what I was used to, even in Forks. I was chained against a wall with my arms fully extended above my head and my legs spread apart, chained in a similar 'x' fashion.

Struggling against my restraints proved pointless, plus aggravated my already pounding head. I screamed, but to no avail. I was alone. I hollered for help, but no one came. It seemed that I was alone. Never in my life had I been that afraid, never had I faced danger alone. Since I was a child, I've always had my loving family. The terror, I recall, overwhelmed me as I had no idea what to do.

Even if I weren't so restrained I would have no idea what to do. Jacob, daddy and momma were always my protectors. I had no idea how to defend myself… this realization caused tears to spring to my eyes as my fear increased. It was then that questions started coming: Where was Jake? Had they taken him too? Could we find each other if they had? The thought that he was in this danger upset me, but in all truth, I was hoping he was near in order to get us out; he would always be able to get us out.

I tried calling out in the darkness again, but no one answered.

I could tell from the smell that I was surrounded by earth, as if we were underground. After a few minutes my eyes had adjusted to the pitch black and although unable to physically see, because there was absolutely no light, I could tell by the way the vibrations of my chains echoed in the room, that it was a small room, probably cement, or perhaps brick and I was also certain there was nothing else in the room besides myself.

I have no idea how long a period that I was alone in the dark. I was hungry, I was chilled, and I was terrified. When light flooded in and a figure appeared I was relieved but at the same time mortified anew.

"What is this?" I shouted realing it was the same intruder from my suite in Paris, and it dawned on me, I had no idea where I was being held! "Who are you? Why are you doing this? What do you want and where the hell are we?" I demanded.

"Don't you recognize me?" The man asked.

I recall asking defiantly if I should have recognized him. It was when he stepped into the light that I did recognize my creepy admirer from the airport in Seattle.

"What do you want with me?" I demanded, surprised at the strength in my voice. I had been terrified, but now that I was faced with my attacker, I was furious. My anger was my anchor, but it was only when I was alone that I would abandon myself to my crying and sobbing fits.

He didn't seem fazed that I was struggling against my bonds again, he only said, "Now, Nessie, that's not very attractive behavior."

Now I was horror struck, how did he know my name? "You don't know me, how do you know my name? How dare you!" I yelled.

"Oh but you are mistaken my dear, I know you intimately."

It wasn't until he removed his dirty coat and hat revealing a clean, well dressed figure, while he continued toward me in the light that I recognized him. Words cannot express what I was feeling. I recall shrinking back from him as if he were going to strike me in the face with an iron fist… I did in fact know him…

"Michael…" I whispered in horror.

"So you do remember me after all," he said.

"What is this? What have you done?" I asked mortified.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said putting his fingers on both sides of my cheeks. I was powerless to remove my face from his grasp as he spoke to me. "You left me without a word. I came to find you simply gone. Then I find out you got married."

"Where's Jacob? Did you take him too?"

"No," he said with a sick smile.

While I was afraid I wouldn't have help in escaping, relief swelled through my heart. At least he wouldn't have to face this madman.

"He's suffering enough," Michael said, "with your death." His cruel laugh curdled my blood. "At least he thinks you're dead."

"Why? What did you do?" I yelled in his face.

He laughed again stalking toward the door.

"What did you do?" I yelled again.

Turning to face me he spoke, "I sent him some of our photos together, some of you bound, and …well you remember, but one in particular that would give him reason to believe that you no longer exist was a picture of your headless body."

"What! How?"

"Oh it wasn't difficult." He laughed and left the room.

I recall screaming in fury, in horror, in sadness and then everything went black.

I awoke alone in the dark.

When he returned I was tired and weak, but he didn't care. My voice was hoarse and I was ghostly pale I'm sure. The pain was too much even for the anger to surface when he approached me and kissed my mouth.

"You know Nessie," said he, "When we were last together, there was so much fire between us. It's a shame you didn't give yourself to me in love." He spoke while ripping the front of my white teddy off of my body and I stood naked before him.

Dear reader, I would spare you the rest, but in order for you to understand my rage, you must first understand my pain.

He taped my mouth closed and pulled my chains to the point of excruciating pain, then said to me, "Now, I'll take you in Hate." He fidgeted with something I came to see was a camera, and he placed in front of us and shined a light on me.

Before me he stood pulling his dick off, I closed my eyes in disgust, but I couldn't close my ears from his perverse grunts and disgusting words. When he jammed his crude self into me, my screams were muted by my gag. His hands ravaging my body, his tongue on me, his bites, they all made me hate myself and my body. Somehow this was my own fault, and I had brought this on myself.

For each of my screams he would laugh, and for all my tears he would moan. For all the times we played at bondage and torture, he was making his dreams, my nightmares; his fantasies, my shameful reality. I do recall how it was all fun before, but now when he would crack a whip, or hit me, screaming profanities as he reached his orgasm, I cursed myself for having played at sex games with strangers. I cursed the heart that I had hardened into this...exhibition he was putting on before me.

The first day he came back five times until I was unconscious... I don't know what he did to me while I was under...but my chains were loosened so I could move slightly.

The next day, when he returned silent tears streamed down my face but I couldn't even cry out. That day he came back several more times until I passed out...

I can't tell you how many times he did that to me before he lost his high doing it, I couldn't count.

When I came to, he was sitting on the floor looking up at me... "I feel bad," said he, "about doing this to you. You haven't even eaten anything. What kind of host am I? Please allow me to offer you some refreshment."

It was here that my horror was tripled. A girl in irons came in pushing a cart with a silver service on it. She looked haggardly and only nineteen years of age, he kissed her grossly, then she left the room silently, all I could do was cry.

"So Renesmee," said Michael when the girl had left, "allow me to offer you something to drink."

When he lifted the top, the aroma of blood was so strong that my knees buckled. He smiled at that.

How could he have known what I was? I had no idea, but when he drank of the glass first, I knew he was one too.

"Now don't try anything funny," he said, "I'm stronger than you half-breeds." Then ripping the tape from my mouth, I suppressed a scream; he wouldn't get another one out of me.

"Taste." He said raising the glass to my lips.

I would have refused, even though the smell of the human blood was overwhelming to me, but he put it in my mouth. So with all the force I could muster, I spewed it back in his face.

He didn't like that. He left me alone with the silver goblet of blood and the tray of food... completely out of my reach.