Our hearts remain with Renesmee in her dungeon, but at this time, we will go back to our mortified Jacob and follow his story in like manner, through his thoughts.

We know Jacob to be constant and long-suffering throughout everything. His forbearance through all of his trials and heartache previous to this disaster, have thus prepared him at least somewhat, for this moment. Let us listen.

**Feeling**

Has my heart stopped beating? Has my life ended? Where is she, my life, my heart; Renesmee? All previous pain could never amount to this... Without my Nessie life has come to a halt. But my heart is still beating, so she must still be. I won't believe lies, trickery, deceit or nightmares. I know she lives. I can feel her inside me. I can feel her heart thrumming within my veins.

I lay on the floor unable to move for fear that this horror be real. Although my mind has gone from me in my grief, in my unconscious abyss of sadness, I realize the truth: because I am still breathing, so is she. She must be.

I've spent hours believing she is dead, but in my soul I know better than to succumb to that. It would take more than a gruesome photo to make me believe that my life ceased to exist. I would have to witness it with my own eyes, her last breath; the death of her heart, her mind, her brain to believe that she was gone, and even still I would have to see the burning flames of her in order not to believe in a miracle. By the time I had reached my resolve I heard the entry of my family. I knew I had to open my eyes and face the reality of her disappearance. That I could face, as long it wasn't to face her death.

'Oh my god Jacob' I heard Alice say and flit over to my side, I had begun to push myself off of the floor by this time, but words failed me.

"What happened?" she asked me, but Edward had known. I had seen his face crumple in agony before…this was similar. He noticed the package on the floor and refused to look at it, having seen it in my memory, Alice was the only one yet to look.

"Over there," Edward motioned to the scattered images.

"Oh my god!" I heard her say and throw them down away from her.

Then they were both hugging me as I sobbed quietly into their cool embraces. We stayed this way for a while, until I found my voice. "I know what it looks like guys, but I don't believe it."

"It's impossible to believe," Alice had said, while Edward remained silent. None of us could speak immediately. It was all too much sorrow to even contemplate. So I asked the easier questions first. "Did you tell Bella?"

"I told her there was an emergency and you needed us, but until I knew more I asked her to wait for me."

"Where is she?" I asked not imagining that she would let him come halfway around the world without her.

"Downstairs in the lobby with the rest of the family," he said grimly.

"The whole family is here?"

"Yes…the whole family. Seth, Embry and Quill are here too." He said, and a ghost of a smile appeared for my sake as if to say 'we're all here to support you Jake, you won't be alone'.

I crumbled into their embraces and cried. There was too much to contemplate with her absence like this. How was I going to tell them that one day away from them, one day with me, and she was gone?

"It's not like that Jake, we know she is always safe with you, we just can't always predict what's going to happen. We'll figure this out, we will," he assured me. I realized he didn't say we would find her…

"If she's alive, we'll find her," he added. I appreciated that. "Do you know who did this?" He asked at last, and I knew the hard questions were coming…

"NO. I don't know the person, but I think it's a person we ran into at the airport." I didn't want to relate the words the madman had said to me, but I did unto the utter desolation of my heart. Afterward, I ran to the bathroom heaving, but there was nothing in my stomach to throw up.

"Go get the family and bring them up…but don't mention the photographs, I would rather spare Bella that if at all possible." Edward whispered to Alice and in an instant he and I were alone in the bathroom.

"Now Jake you listen to me," Edward said helping me up, looking me in the eye, "we are going to be strong together. I am going to be strong for you, and you are going to be strong for Renesmee. If she's alive out there, we have to find her. I can't do that without you. You have to be strong for Bella's sake too. We both have to. I agree with you that we've seen too much to simply believe some madman's gruesome ideas. He obviously doesn't want us to find them, so he decided to throw you off the pursuit. We will find them wherever they may be on this earth, even if it takes us years Jacob. Do you understand me?"

I couldn't find my voice to answer him and my head hung heavily as it swayed. "Do you understand, Jacob?" he repeated. When I failed to answer him again he tilted my head up to look into his eyes. There I found the strength he was trying to impart, and I nodded my head in assent. "Now," he continued, "when they come in, we have to keep it together for them, for the family. Can you do that?"

I didn't know if he truly believed she was out there, but his words helped me. I knew she was alive, and I would never give up hope; as long as my heart was beating, somewhere, hers was too. We were connected now, and I could feel her. I could feel her in pain, but I could feel her. I held onto that. Somehow we would find her.

"Yes, I can." I spoke, my resolve increasing with every beat of my heart. "Destroy those." I said, referring to the disgusting images that had already cost me so much.

"If we're going to get to the bottom of this, this package is our first clue." Edward said taking them and placing them out of general view.

When everybody came in, it took all I had not to break down again with the sympathy and the hugs, but Edward helped me through it, keeping his eye on me, and when I would think I couldn't keep myself together, his eyes and his face told me I could, that I had to.

"So what do we do?" Emmett asked looking between Edward and me.

"We're going to find her." I said.

Edward took Alice aside and spoke to her quietly although we could all hear. "She's alive, no matter what we are supposed to believe. We need to use the clues we have to try to find her."

"What do you mean 'supposed to believe'?" Bella asked.

Edward didn't know any way around it, so decided to be forthright, and ask her to forgo looking at the photos. "The person who abducted her sent photos of her, and is trying to keep us under the impression that he has killed her. Bella, don't ask to see the pictures; they are memories that will never fade. If you've always trusted me, please trust me now."

I could see her reaction and how the words hurt her, but she looked at both Edward and I and seeing that we were keeping it together, acquiesced.

"Let's split up. Jake as already searched around the area, so let's start looking again, leave no ally undiscovered, no building unchecked. If the pack will take the country side the rest can take the city. All we can do is try to find any trace of her; we'll meet back here in twenty four hours if you haven't heard otherwise. Keep your phones on you, Jake stay with me so we can connect to the pack if we need to. Alice, stay with us too. Let's go!" Edward directed, and in a matter of moments everyone was gone out searching Paris for Renesmee.

"Our first clue about this person is here in this package," Edward said once the room had cleared. "So you had never seen the man before Jake?"

"Never."

"How could he have done it all so fast? Abducted her, taken her someplace, done this, and have it sent here all within a few hours. It doesn't make sense…" Alice said examining the photos.

I couldn't look at them.

"I see where you're going with this," Edward said aloud for my benefit, "you think he planned this, every single thing…including the photos…"

"What like they're contrived?" I asked with a glimmer of hope.

"Well, these definitely look on the level, but this one," she said indicating the headless body, "there's nothing to indicate that it's her body, it almost look like it's her head and someone else's body… but it could be anything, from a prop, I would say they were manipulated on a computer…"

She mulled over the others and light almost lit up her face. "Look at this one…" she slid over a picture of Renesmee naked and cuffed with a black choker around her neck, her eyes covered and her mouth gagged.

I could barely stomach it.

"She has on a necklace…my necklace." Alice said. I was about to turn livid, she was going to get mad because Nessie had jacked her stupid necklace, but Edward saved me holding my arm, and coaxing me with a glance to let her finish.

"I gave this to Nessie when she went to Oregon to school. I told her it will keep her connected to me."

It didn't sound ground breaking to me… "So," I replied.

"This necklace," she said, "she gave it back to me when she got home from school." Alice said pulling out a gold chain from around her neck.

It hit me like a ton of bricks, these were old pictures… that meant at least one thing: she had known the man before, which means we could track him down, by finding the people she knew when she went to school in Oregon… my hope outweighed my disgust that this was something she had done. All I could do was pray she was alive.

"We'll leave directly, let me just call Bella and let her know to take the lead with the search here. Do you want to tell your brothers?" Edward said pulling out his phone.

Before I had time to raise an objection, Edward said he and Alice would meet me down stairs, so I could take care of what I needed to. Meaning I could phase here in the room without offending Alice, and I could take a shower while I was at it. I'm sure I needed one…

Within ten minutes, I was downstairs ready with a focus… we would find her… somehow.

It was tricky to say the least trying to find someone that I only had a memory of and Edward and I were working off of that memory. It seemed that for a while we were going to be working with only my hunch that she was alive, but like a gift from heaven Alice had a vision of Renesmee while we were on the plane…

"Jake, you were right. She's alive. I can see her… not clearly, but it's definitely her."

We were flying back to the U.S. via the private jet, and thankfully we were there in only a fraction of the time that it had taken us to get Paris. Renesmee was right, we should have flown privately… perhaps this could have been avoided…

"Do you know where she is?" I asked almost frantically.

"No, I can't tell. It's dark, but she's as feisty as ever."

I could feel the remembrance of a smile when she said that… "What'd she do?"

"The guy was standing in front of her, and she decided to spit blood in his face… I have no idea what that means…" Alice said bewildered.

That was the only reassurance I needed.

It seemed that our trek through Oregon was a wild goose chase. We talked with her counselors, and with her peers who had been in her classes, living in the area. It seemed she was always out with different people and never kept the same friends about her. Edward searched their memories for anyone that may have a triggered thought about this mystery person but there wasn't anyone. At last we found a hole. One of her professors had all but disappeared. Her Human Sexuality Professor…

"Do you think it's him?" I asked Edward, but he seemed uncertain. He couldn't deny the possibility, but in the end we found out he was missing because he had been fired, for inappropriate behavior with students and was a suspect in a few disappearances, two of which happened to have been his students. There were rumors that he was now holding up in a cottage out in the woods, but no one was able to locate him.

It had been about two weeks searching, and my ever longsuffering father in law and Alice really needed to feed, so it was the perfect trip to do so. Grants Pass was remote in areas and finding him was tricky. It took us about a day to find his cottage on the north face of the pass.

To our astonishment, this professor was no ordinary professor.

~Twisted Fate~

Michael's Lament

Renesmee, you don't know me. Yet it was you who, when we had spent three days together, I had caressed so sweetly. You may not know me now, but I remember you then; when I covered your mouth when your passionate screams burst from your trembling body in wonton desire.

Renesmee, you insist on ignoring me when I looked into your eyes, you looked at me with annoyance as though I were a stranger, but you and I know that while a slave to your lust and your desire, I was your wood and you were my fire. So many times you would engulf me with your mouth and I would spasm beneath you and shout. I who would have given you the world and you who would not give me the purity of your soul, you who withheld the one thing I requested.

How could you refuse me, how could you lie to me? You said that one day we would be together. You promised that one day we would and I believed the words you said to be true. Now I swear by god, I wish I had never known you although I confess, I would die to have you once more.

You who left me alone to die in my agony, you who would brush by me, now I will lay your sins bare for you to see plainly. You who pretend not to know me, you know I know these things to be, you cannot hide from me. I know you and you know me. Why do you pretend not to recognize me?

You don't know me now my love, but we know, you and I what we have done to each other. Yes you and I know about our endless night and the way your body trembled and the warmth of your body under my kisses.

I will have you and I will bend you to my will. You wouldn't give yourself to me willingly, but now I'll have you and never again shall he.

~The abduction continues...~

We will find our Renesmee still in her dungeon as she continues her tale of woe…

After I had spit the blood in his face he had left me, and I remained alone in the dark. The light that poured through the door when he did return was blinding.

"Let's try this again," he said to me, and fed me the food instead. I had not the heart or the stomach to refuse. I ate greedily.

"Now isn't that much better," he said.

The time that passed was impossible for me to measure, I only know that he went on that way, bringing me food and then using my body. As the days passed his anger subsided; one day he released my hands and while I wanted to strangle the life out of him, I recall he said he was stronger than us 'half-breeds'. I knew if he were full vampire, that what he said was definitely the case. I remember better days trying to wrestle with my uncle Emmett. It was pitiful. Jake would always have to come rescue me. It was in this moment that it occurred to me. My aunt would be looking for me. Somehow I had to help them find me. The first thing was helping them to see I was alive.

This new realization gave me hope. Michael misunderstood the light that would sometimes shine in my eyes and think I was softening towards him. I figured that would be his undoing; his exceeding ego. Eventually he released my bonds when I was calmer, and when he would come in to me, I would lay there motionless.

"Why won't you make love to me Renesmee," he'd ask me.

Because I don't love you, you sick demented freak! "Because I can't. You want me to feel something for you while you keep me locked up like a slave? You know me better than that. Besides, my heart belongs to another."

"When will you believe me? He's not going to look for you."

"I tell you he will." I said.

He would usually leave exasperated with me because I wouldn't give in. It seemed he still wanted what he couldn't have, what he wouldn't have. He wanted me to give myself to him. He wasn't content with just taking me.

With every day, he would try to do something nice for me. One day he had a bed brought in, well, a small cot anyway that I could lay on and a blanket, but he wouldn't bring me anything to put on.

Today however, when he came in, I smiled unable to contain my joy, for hope had sprung up. Within me.