Sorry to tease. I promise more good stuff to come but this chapter was needed. It's short, but the next one will be longer I think.
Nessie
"What happened? Is everyone ok? Is Dad ok? Is Jacob ok?" The questions tumble over each other in my haste to know that answers.
"One question at a time, Sweetie. We won the fight. Your dad is fine. And Jacob will be ok."
"Will be?" I ask, feeling my stomach fall into my toes.
"He's got some broken bones and he lost a lot of blood. But Carlisle is working on him now. He should survive. Seth has the same blood type and agreed to donate enough blood to save Jake."
"So what's gonna happen now?"
Mom pauses for a fraction of a second. "The wolves are all going back."
"Just the wolves?"
"Carlisle and Esme need to stay here and figure out what to do. With the Volturi eliminated, the vampire world could possibly go a little crazy. We are worried newborn armies will start back up without fear of the Volturi."
"So you're all staying?"
"No. We're coming home. Just me and your dad."
"What if these armies do emerge?" I ask suddenly fearing that my parents will have to go fight again.
"We don't know yet. We'll figure it out later."
"When will you be home?"
"As soon as we can. I promise. But now I want to hear about you. You sound perfectly healthy so I would assume Aro was bluffing about a third child?"
"That wasn't a bluff, Mom. Katerina came here. And we fought!"
"You killed her?" Mom asks sounding way to much like a proud parent.
"No. I gave her life if she agreed to leave peacefully. But I could have killed her if I had wanted!" I decide not to tell Mom about how my vampire instinct took over—about how I still feel an incredible urge to kill someone.
"Carlisle will be so proud," Mom replies with a small guttural throat sound. "I'm so glad you're safe."
"Come home," I mutter.
"Soon," Mom promises. "But I've got to go. I would pass the phone to Edward but he's helping Carlisle. I love you Renesmee."
"I love you too."
"Bye," she says.
"See you later." I hang up the phone and stare at it for a second in disbelief. My family is ok! It's all going to be ok! Suddenly I remember the imprints in the basement. I forgot to let them out.
I run quickly to the door and throw it open. They are all waiting on the stairs as if they knew I had forgotten but were too scared to come out themselves. The instant I open the door the strong scent of blood permeates my skin. Thirst like no other I have ever felt ignites my scratchy throat.
I have to get out of here. For the first time in my life I worry that I might attack a friend. Before anyone can talk to me, I sprint off toward the front door and out of the house. The cool, clean air relaxes me, but I still feel a little thirsty. There is no reason to be thirsty after the breakfast I had. And yet, I want more. What's happening to me?