A/N Thanks for your reviews. I really didn't want to have to stop this story because I like it.

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Renesmee's POV

I looked at my empty walk-in-wardrobe and breathed deeply. Today was the day. I had been preparing for this day for the past 2 weeks, packing for two weeks. Altogether I had 4 suitcases and 5 boxes, all of varied size. I had emptied my room of all personal items that I couldn't live without, including a fading picture I had sketched of my mom.

I grabbed the duffel bag at my feet and walked out of the wardrobe, it wasn't really mine now, and locked it. My room looked plain, it was always void of any decorations as were most of the rooms, but looked alien to me because it used to be home to hidden treasures that belonged to me and me alone.

I drew my expressionless mask over my face and exited the room that was no longer mine. Jane and Marcus were waiting outside for me, they were dressed casually, in jeans and long sleeved hooded jumpers. I forced a casual smile for Jane, trying to make it seem like nothing was wrong.

She didn't smile back but I saw that her face was open and friendly, she suspected nothing. No matter how I felt about the moster hidden within I could still feel a lump in my throat about lying to her.

I had been planning my escape for a while and as appealing as 'blinking' out of here sounded it would draw too much suspicion and be far too easy for them to find me. I had decided it would be smarter to leave on a day I was supposed to be gone.

So today, when I catch a plane going anywhere but here, everyone in the Volturi will think I'm on my way to Seattle. I didn't know how I was going to get away from Jane and Marcus but those things could be thought up anywhere.

We were now outside and had our hoods pulled up over our heads against the glaring sun. I didn't need the hood as my skin didn't sparkle, though it did have a faint glow, but I wore it anyway.

The car ride started out silent but as we neared the airport a conversation started.

"So, are you nervous for your first official Volturi assignment?" Jane asked with a ghost of a smile on her lips. I saw Marcus was watching me with interest to see me reply.

"So nervous I think I might throw up for the first time in my life." I said through actual nerves, it was only a partial lie as I wouldn't be doing any sort of job for the Volturi. Jane broke out an actual smile at that as did Marcus, but his was more natural, even if it did lack it's usual sarcasm.

"Well let's hope not, for the sake of the car." She replied and then it was silent again. I began planning again in my head. If I could get away for just a couple of minutes I could get away without being found.

And there you have it a (sort of) full proof plan. It had a few holes but it was the best I had and it was to late to come up with another one as we pulled up outside the airport.

We got out and walked through the revolving doors of the airport. The cool air blasting out of the vents over the door felt good on my barely exposed skin. Marcus and Jane shared a look before splitting. Marcus walked over to the large over head screen telling when flights left and Jane touched my shoulder, letting me know she wanted me to follow, and walked over to an empty table at the airport cafe.

We sat and waited quietly for Marcus. I took the time to survey my surroundings. It was busy and loud, colours were flying and my eyes were flashing everywhere trying to take everything in.

By the time Marcus came back, which was less than a minute, my ears were ringing and all I wanted was to curl into a ball and sleep.

"The flight leaves in half an hour." He said.

"Are you hungry?" Jane asked, it took me a second before I realised she was talking to me and shook my head. Once again we fell into silence. Now would have been the perfect opportunity to execute my plan but I was lacking one thing. A disguise.

I looked around me again, observing and analysing every person I saw, trying to decide. Then I saw her. The perfect woman. She had ginger hair and freckles that spotted her nose and cheeks. She had flushed cheeks and full pouty lips. Her eyes were brown and dull. Her body was medium build and her chest seemed average.

She wasn't super model pretty, but she was beautiful. Her face blended into the crowd well and didn't draw attention.

"I need to go to the toilet." I blurted and Jane and Marcus shared another look.

"I'll come with you." Jane said and stood up. I opened my mouth to argue, to tell her to stay here but it would only draw suspicion so I shut up and followed her. We sliced through the crowd as they retreated when they saw Jane, their defensive instinct.

Jane stopped outside the door and her nose scrunched at the scent of human waste. I could smell it too but it was manageable for me.

"5 minutes." Jane said simply. I walked in and deflated. My plan was bust. I was the only person in here, the only heart beat. Jane would know instantly if the only heartbeat that was in here suddenly changed appearances. Then I saw it, my saving grace.

The bathroom had a second door.

I smiled and silently rejoiced. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the woman, then I opened them. And there she -I- was. I smiled and murmured quietly to myself, testing her.

"Shit!" I silently cursed in a voice that was still my own. I had made a flaw, I had forgotten I didn't know what she sounded like and therefor couldn't copy her voice.

Well now I was seriously screwed. I was also worried about Jane coming in here.

"Omg, are you kidding me Hal. You really did that. Poor fellow." I turned at the giggling Australian voice. Two women came in the blonde obviously the one who was talking and once again my plan had been solved.

This woman was blonde and blue eyed, your average surfer bunny. She was easy to copy. They seperated into two of the five cubicals and I quickly changed my image.

I already knew the voice would work so I got busy removing my jumper and jeans. Under neath I was wearing a tank top and leggings. Usual for the hot Italian weather.

Now was the hard part. 'Blinking' over one of my suitcases so it seemed less suspicious when I bought a plane ticket. I closed my eyes again and imagined my red suitcase, where it rested in my walk-in, but instead I imagined it at my feet.

I felt a fizzle of power slide down my spine and knew it had worked. I opened my eyes, grabbed it and jogged out of the opposite exit I walked in, leaving my jumper and jeans on the floor.

On to part two. Sadly part one was the easiest part of my plan.

I walked up to the screen telling plane times and looked for the earliest leaving flight.

"Oh you've got to be kiddin' me." I said, though it sounded comical in the Australian accent.

The soonest leaving flight was in 10 to Seattle. Well, it must be fate I thought and slipped into the nearby photo booth.

"Hello, how may I help you?" Said the pretty brunette who worked at the ticket counter.

"Hi, I'd like a ticket to Seattle please. Going to visit my Aunt and my cousins." I said, trying to act nonchalant.

"That's wonderful." The said with false enthusiasm that said she didn't care. "Passport please." I confidently gave her a passport with the picture of my current body I had taken in the photo booth.

'Shelly', according to her name tag, checked my passport. She was probably moving at normal speed but she seemed to be going at 1 mile a day to me and it was making me antsy. Jane and Marcus had to have been looking at me now.

"Is there a problem Miss?" I jumped and looked at 'Shelly'. She was staring at my hand, which was currently gripping the counter so tightly the knuckles that weren't mine were turning white.

"Sorry. Just a little anxious. Can't wait to see my aunt." I chuckled, hoping she couldn't hear my hysteria, and took my passport from her hesitant hands. She gave me an uncomfortable smile and I guessed that meant she wanted me to leave. I grabbed the suitcase at my feet, turned and ran into a wall.

Brick wall?

I glanced up and all but crapped my pants. Jane and Marcus. I staggered back and braced myself for the rage and fear.

Then I remembered, this isn't my face.

I'm not Renesmee. Not right now.

"Sorry folks." I stammered, immediately falling into character. "Clumsy old me is always running into people. It's a terr-"

"Move." Jane interrupted icily. I frowned and stepped to the side, allowing them to pass, before speed walking to my terminal and releasing a sigh of relief.

It felt like forever before I boarded my flight. By the time I took my seat next to the window my nerves were shot from constantly looking over my shoulder and dodging metaphorical bullets. I didn't know how much more I could take today.

"Hey." I jumped. I had slowly been slipping into a terror induced sleep. The voice came from the sleazy looking college student to my left. He was flashing me a smile that obviously had girls dropping their underwear. I smiled to myself, he wasn't that hot.

"Hey." I closed my eyes again but that didn't stop him.

"So, what takes you to Seattle?" I sighed silently to myself.

"My aunt." I said.

"Oh! Bummer. Well if you wanna spice up your trip, I could help." He was now breathing down my neck and rubbing my thigh. My mouth curved into an 'oh' of disgust. I pressed my back against the window so I could get a good look at him. Now I'm not one to be rude, but this mother fucker was violating me and my personal space.

"Urgh!" I said as I stood up and walked into the aisle. Hiding in the toilet for 5 minutes wouldn't hurt. Even doucher couldn't mess with my mood, because no matter what happened I would never have to go back to the Volturi.

Never have to go back to Aro.

Never have to pretend anymore.

I could finally move forward.

Now I was free I had only one thing on my mind.

Finding my mom.

A/N My internet was down, then I caught a cold. I know, no excuse. I'll try harder, but don't get your hopes up cos I'm a lazy chav.

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