Renesmee POV
I wasn't sure how I was feeling. Happy? Sad? Angry? I just knew one thing. I felt full. I felt…satisfied. I was content. So I guess I did know how I was feeling for the most part, but on the other side of my contentness I could understand that something was wrong. Something was…not content. But what was it?
Everything going on around me was in the background when I began to feel the blackness starting to go gray.
"You're surrounded. You're not going to escape."
"You wouldn't touch me."
"Wouldn't I?"
There was a pause, and then the voice answered, "I don't believe you will."
That voice! I recognized it. It was my mother. Wait, where were we? What had happened? Why couldn't I move or speak? Why was I blind?
The masculine voice didn't have a chance to reply to my mother because I could feel myself coughing again, catching their attention.
"She's waking!"
I knew that voice too, but this voice wasn't one I liked. This one sounded like a danger.
As soon as a hand was placed on me, my mother hissed. "Don't touch her."
The hand immediately left my body, and I wanted to sigh with relief. I couldn't do anything to protect myself if the man in the room tried to harm me. Good thing my mother was always trying to protect me.
I blinked a few times, shadows becoming visible and my limbs feeling less numb. I sat up with a groan. "Mother?"
"I'm here, Renesmee," she said from my side, placing her hand on my arm and seeming generally worried.
I smiled as I could finally see her form, my enhanced vision returning to me. As soon as I saw her though, I saw the scenery behind her, and it was then that a frown graced my lips and a puzzle entered my brain. Where were we?
I glanced around the rest of the room and stopped when I saw Edward. That's who the voice must have belonged to. His arms were crossed as he leaned up against the wall, watching us with a kind of determination I had never seen before.
"Mother," I whispered. "Where are we?"
"This, Renesmee," my mother told me, "is the Cullens' house."