Chapter twenty: Broken.

ALEC'S POV;

Renesmee was, in my view, far too excited with learning to dance. Especially since I was sure that no one even remembered that dance. I was just an exception. After the sufferable one hundred and sixty eight hours of nonstop dancing with Aro and Caius' mate, I think the dance was permanently burned into my memory. Just in case they decided to surprise me with a tester, if I did remember it. Never the less, it was nice to be able to refresh my memory; and get the chance to the exquisite forgotten dance. Renesmee was a natural. Probably one off being an expert, but I suppose that may be intercepted with the fact her aunt, Alice I believe her name to be, had a real thing for dancing. Renesmee had picked up traits from her family, I noticed. Her ability to be outstandingly beautiful, know how to wear it with pride but not overpowering, probably from her large headed aunt Rosalie. Her ability to compose her emotions, apart from the blushing— that always gave her away— most certainly was from Jasper. Compassion from Carlisle and Esme, her act at being hard sometimes, cut off and angry, most definitely from her father. And the act of being overwhelmingly innocent, stubborn and quite frankly clumsy most of the time; her mother. I'll admit, I was less than amused to hear about Renesmee's existence at the start. To know that Edward had broken yet another rule was just typical. I thought Caius was going to blow the roof off the castle. Whether that was out of joy to the fact he was getting to destroy more immortals, or out of anger with the fact yet another rule had been disregarded. We had intended on a quick trip, deal with the situation, and return. But, on arriving, I was blown away. Admittedly, I was stunned. How an ordinary human such as Isabella Swan and a constant nuisance to the Volturi as Edward could have such a beautiful child as Renesmee was beyond me. I was sure Jane knew I was gaping a little in the background, since the nudge I got in the ribs could still cause me to cringe just thinking about it. I don't know what I was happier with. The fact we were returning home, with no ill feelings to the Cullen's or the fact we were allowing this angel to live.

Well, that was the beginning anyhow. Of course Caius kept an eye on her progress. And the fact he kept bringing it up with Aro got a little tiring. Which was saying something for someone who never got tired and never slept. Over the years, my stunned feeling to the drop dead beautiful child I had met merely with a glance grew to resentment. The mere mention of her name caused me teeth to grit. So, you could probably guess my annoyance to the fact I had been chosen to stay and 'watch over' her for a couple of weeks. Aro was just playing the part when he mentioned 'months' to the Cullen's. He clearly wanted a small reaction, and by their abrupt enter to the cottage, I was sure he got what he wanted. But now? What could I say about her now? She was far more stunningly beautiful than before. She had really grown into her looks. She had the largest eyes, larger than normal. She was the perfect height, in my view. I could full heartedly say, if I even had such a thing as a heart now, I was glad I was chosen to stay and get to know the creature that set Caius on edge. Not only was she far more than what I expected, but she was amazing to be around. I felt, with a large amount of guilt, I was human around her. I would forget all about my place in the world, my past, my upbringing, my training, my true immortal self. It was as if I were a mere teenager again, minus the fact it was over a thousand years ago, and just enjoying life. It was like I was with... Grace.

I closed my eyes tightly, refusing to bid any thought back to that human again. She was a figment of my imagination, that I refused to play part in. All that mattered now, was that I was here and it was now. That I was Alec of the Volturi, not Aleczander Cecil. My lips curled at the mere thought of the spineless name. Repulsion crippled in my stomach, twisting and tugging at my insides. To think, I actually went around bearing my so called fathers name. How foolish was I!?

I was standing, bemused to say the least, by the fireplace within the cottage; gazing deeply into the flickering flames with my weight leaning against the wall with my hand. I had dropped Renesmee off at her home, since I didn't think I could bare another night with her leaning on me, her arms draped around me as if I were some teddybear. Her, unconscious, on my side, with her vivid dreams about us was dangerous. Especially with the emotions that seemed to be building by the day. I hated emotions. I saw no use in them since the fatal day I woke up as this creature. The only emotion I saw any use in was respect. That's why I was standing at the fire. Watching the flames, reminding myself what humans were capable of. I was hoping this would help me see sense. That I could come to terms with the idiotic thoughts roaming inside my head. This was a mission, not a field trip. It was a job to be done, and yet I was frolikig around having... Fun. Something I doubted I could have for a long, long time; if ever be that. Yet, she made it come so easily. Being in her presence was fun. Excruciatingly so. I felt guilt ride up inside me for all the wrong that was going on. I wasn't meant to be having fun. I was on duty. Aro, Caius, Marcus... Jane! They would all think of me as a failure for letting her wriggle her way inside my head. But let's face it, she had always been in my head. Not like now; clearly. I saw her as an annoyance, a shame to our species a few weeks ago. And yet now, I doubted I would ever be able to erase her from my mind ever again. Erase all the sweet memories she beckoned me to have the joy in receiving. God, why was she so perfect? My eyes flicked up to the mantelpiece my hand rested on. There were a few things on it. Pictures, and two candles either side. Resting in the middle, was the books she took the liberty in giving me. My jaw clenched. Why did she get them for me? Why did she do this to me?! Turn my whole life around with just being herself. Not being afraid of me. Challenging me. She was strong, brave and kind. I have never admired someone this much as I do with her, or anyone if I was honest. There was maybe one I admired the exact same way, but I refused to think of Grace. Even now, a thousand years later, it was still a very, very bitter subject. And yet... I told Renesmee about her, my human years, my family all too happily.

I glanced to the clock, ticking away. It was the only noise echoing through the cottage. It was five o'clock in the morning. Usually, I'd be reading by now. I'd be stretched out on the sofa, happily flicking the pages and indulging myself in 'quiet time.' When you were Jane's brother, you hardly got any quiet. I didn't mind, however. Jane was the only real reason I smiled every now and then. Not anymore, though. Someone else has gained that ability.

I gritted my teeth ically towards my bitter thoughts. But who was I kidding? They were correct. Every moment with Renesmee, when she wasn't being stubborn—sometimes even when she was!— I would be grinning as if there were no tomorrow. Oh, the fit Jane would have if she found out!

The thought of Jane saddened me. I missed her. Greatly. It wouldn't be long now, until I was at her side once more. But even that thought saddened me more. By returning to be by my sisters side, I'd be leaving Renesmee behind. Renesmee had become a very dear friend, and admittedly; with even more hints of guilt, someone I had come to care about. To say I was attracted to her would be a understatement. I saw her as a candle flame in the dark. The only sense of light in this dismal place we call a world. She, was perfection in the making. Probably already perfection made, but as each day passed by; I'd watch her shine through it all. Burning brighter each and everyday. And what brought out a green eyed monster within me, was the fact that mutt of hers got to call her his imprint. I did some digging into the subject, and found that 'imprint' is the chosen mate of a animal. Her mutt was definitely a animal, but in a different sense. He had no control over it, sort of like us in a way. Of course, I couldn't really say that. For I wasn't in the mutt's shoes. I had a choice, for what I knew anyway. I believed the whole blood singer crap being a myth, for Aro changed Suplica because he saw use of her in being his mate. After courting her, she took his hand in marriage. None of that 'we have to be together or it will feel like the end of the world.' Did such a thing exist?

Back on the subject of my sister, I wondered what she was doing. Perhaps ignoring Felix's attempt to make her smile. Jane never smiled. Well, not to them. Every now and again, and when I say that; I mean every few hundred years, she would give me a beaming smile of pure joy. It was rare, but by god was it amazing. My only real reason in this life was to keep Jane happy, otherwise I probably would have given up by now. I had Jane to think about, not just myself. Actually, I hardly thought about my own happiness. As long as Jane was kept pleased, then nothing else mattered. Oh, and Aro. I owed him my life for saving me, and my afterlife for saving Janes. I was eternally grateful and forever will be. Not a single day goes by that I don't look at that man with complete and utter admiration. Of course, he explained to us the reason why he had spared our lives. Because we were special. But that wasn't the point. The point was he saved us, and I would forever be in his dept. I owed him everything. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here. Jane wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have seen the strange change within the times. Nor met the people I had. I wouldn't have met Reny...

Once again, my teeth clenched in annoyance. How annoying! Every train of thought was brought right back on to that one annoyingly perfect half-breed! This wasn't normal. Nor was it acceptable. I came to the conclusion I needed time away. I needed to clear my head off all these confusing emotions and thoughts. The only person I believed who could do that was five thousand six hundred and eighty three miles away. In a rash decision, I moved though the cottage into the room I had discovered that belonged to Edward and Isabella. Using their landline, I punched in the numbers. I was sure they wouldn't mind me setting a little bill, after all... I was fully aware of their financial prospects.

"Ciao, Volterra Castello. Natalia parla." The familiar voice purred down the phone. I did enjoy Natalia. She was very cunning for a human. I did hope that maybe Aro would consider changing this one.

"Natalia," I returned in a firm voice. "Would you be so kind as to pass a message to Jane?"

"Alec?" She hushed in a thick Italian accent. I could sense the large grin on her lips, along with the blush that was probably radiating around her cheeks. "Of course. What would you like it to say, sir?"

"Tell her to come see me. That I miss her. I will meet her in Seattle."

"When would you like her to be there, sir?"

"Tonight."

—xXx—

The sun was far too bright today. I had expected it to be rather sunny during the early morning, since there was no rain and the humidity was far too warm. There was no way in hell I'd be setting foot within Forks High on a day like this. I couldn't risk it, and I was far from being in the state of mind as too passing as a human. I had my sister, the most feared vampire within the whole world, coming to see me in a mere few hours. I had to tell Renesmee first, though. Explain to her that I would not be there for a number of days and that I would return whenever I saw Jane off safely. Truth be told, I just needed time in order to set things within my mind. In order to return to my former self, I needed to consume myself in all that I knew. Respect, loyalty and... well, was there anything else? Fear, I suppose. Not that I feared anyone. But people fearing us. Jane and I together, we were practically unstoppable. I wonder, if Aro were to see me now; only wanting to return home to secure myself with what I know, would he trust me enough not to use Chealsea manipulate my loyalty towards the Volturi. I was completely and utterly loyal to him, and the coven.

Renesmee bounced out the house like a space hopper, her eyes were bright with the amount of sleep she clearly had, she was fresh; for the glow to her chocolate locks was firmly back in place. She had showered, obviously. The bounce in her step caused my lips to tweak into a small smile, much to my dismay. However, her lips that were curved in her own special way fell from her perfectly featured face. "You're in your cloak."

I smirked, nodding. "Good morning to you too, Reny. I trust you slept well?"

"Yeah, yeah. Why aren't you going to school with me today? We find out if I get a part. I want you to be there!" She practically said all at once. I was surprised she was still breathing easily afterwards. That indeed was a mouthful.

With a quick movement, I raised my hand into the beam of light a centimeter to the left of me. Instantly, my hand began to reflect it in many different directions. Her eyes sparkled with delight, maybe because she was finally seeing a fraction of my skin for more than a second giving off the repulsive light which I rightfully found disgusting. Why wouldn't I? I believed that to be the only flaw with being what I was. The fact I couldn't go into sunlight without lighting up like a disco ball. And right now, I hated it all the more because I couldn't spend the day with her. I wanted to see what part she got. I wanted to see her reaction when she got the part she oh-so-willingly admitted she didn't want. Renesmee as Juliet... I could picture it now. Casting a daze across the audience while they watched with apprehension. Renesmee was a very talented actress. Better than the original Juliet who was handpicked by Shakespeare himself! Which, I told her on countless occasions.

"Can't you just... stay out of the light?"

I shook my head. "I have things to do today anyway."

"Tomorrow then?"

I pursed my lips. Maybe I could keep her happy until now. For, if I tell her I was leaving for a couple of days now, no doubt it would dampen her day at school. I wanted her to go about the day oblivious. Get used to me not being there. I nodded after a quick deliberation. "Of course."

She seemed to relax and offer her hand. I had noticed she no longer took my hand. She offered it. Or it would be I that would take her hand. I had taken a real risk with not explaining to her my... Flaw. In all honesty, I believed it to have passed, but evidently not. It wasn't that I didn't like her holding my hand. In all means, I did. But... For my entire existence, there had only ever been one person to hold my hand. Jane. I had gone so long with just her taking my hand that the mere thought brought even more guilt building up. That would explain the flinching, right? The fact I had gone so long with Jane being the only person brave enough to hold my hand, and then... suddenly, there is an amazing, down to earth, funny half-breed I was supposed to be investigating on being dangerous happily taking my hand, and what was worse was the fact I wanted her to take my hand.

I took her hand a mere second after she offered it, and began to walk. Renesmee began to babble on about her dream about becoming a fashion icon. By taking her knowledge that she managed to subdue from Alice, and add her own hints of style, she believed that maybe one day she would get there. Becoming a top designer and that everyone within America would know her name. She would have fortunes of cash, that would be her own and she wouldn't have to ask her parents for any. She'd live in her own secluded penthouse in L.A so she could wander around glowing like there was no tomorrow. She could do what she wanted, when she wanted. Eat what she wanted and when she wanted.

"And who you want, when you want?" I managed to sneak in. She didn't see the funny side. Pitty. I found it highly entertaining. And when it came to the end of my road, since I couldn't go any further, Renesmee tightened up her hoodie, put her hood up and hid her face. Enough so that I could keep eye contact with her. At least she knew how to be civil. Most humans these days avoided polite eye contact during a conversation. Renesmee however, did not. In fact, she liked to keep constant eye contact, when she wasn't in deep thought, or sulking, or ignoring me or... Well, you get the picture.

"So, meet you here at three?" She asked.

I nodded my head, submissive to her keeping check. As if I'd forget my promise to meet her every single day before I departed for home. "And if the weather's bad, at the wall?"

Again, I nodded. By this point, I was in full smile. She gave a gentle one back, gave me a slightly; in my opinion; awkward hug, and departed. I stood within the shadows watching as she disappeared down the road. When she was fully out of sight, I cleared my throat and headed back the way I had came. Now, time for the real task work. Preparation for my time with Jane. She would be on her way now. Half way, probably. I knew it would be stupid o'clock in the morning before I got to see the relishing refreshing homely face of my twin sister, but time to me was nothing. Besides, I had all the time in the world.

—xXx—

I gave a delighted half smile. There. I was finished. One down, two to go. After the dismal start of the day, I decided that preparation to see Jane wasn't needed. I would just be overcome with joy at seeing her. And admittedly, to get my thoughts of the overwhelmingly annoying feeling of guilt— which I wasn't sure why the hell I was feeling! I mean, I didn't do guilt. I was never guilty. I regretted nothing. But, yet; here I was regretting not telling her this morning. That was probably the best option, but I was planning it while she was none the wiser. Guilt for Jane, oh... if she were to know what was going on in her absence. That I had made a friend! That I found an interesting prospect in someone that wasn't her. Guilt at the fact I wasn't doing justice to my coven. To my name. To my power. How does one simply turn off guilt? I suppose by admitting why they were guilty in the first place. Get it off their chest and such; but I wasn't one for talking about my... feelings. Because, up until now, I didn't have them. I didn't care in the slightest. I knew who I could blame for that. And right now, she was probably sitting down eating her lunch— I had sat myself down and read the rest of Hamlet. Of course, I read it many, many years ago. But, I couldn't tell Renesmee that. I had to give her the benefit of the doubt, and truly... I was just amazed she had gone through the trouble of getting me something. She was a thoughtful little thing, wasn't she? I would have been happy with one, but three? She really was a mystery.

The door flung open, causing my eyes to dart up. "Renesmee?"

Okay, something was wrong. That much was very, very clear. Renesmee stood, eyes were all red and puffy while streaming a small river, her cheeks were bright red and she was... hyperventilating? Within a flash, I was at her side; escorting her to the sofa and sitting her down. "Deep breaths."

Oh, this was all too familiar. Not only had Renesmee returned to me like this once before; but I had experience with Jane. Tortuous nights of having to cradle her at night while she cried her heart out with being picked on, mocked, degraded and attacked. Just because she was different. That would probably explain why I hated the sight of crying so much. Why I shut off all feelings and emotions, because I had injured my sister feeling them all. Renesmee began to do as instructed, taking long deep breaths through her nose and out her mouth. While she tried to calm her speeding heart, which I could hear rattling against her chest, I moved to the kitchen, retrieving her a glass of water, and was back within the same second. I handed it to her, where she gulped down the cold liquid, trying to steady her shaking hands. When she was finished, I took the glass from her and placed it on the oak table sitting in front of us. There, I took a seat beside her and put a single arm around her. She leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder. This was another reason why I needed to depart, not for my own reasons, but for hers. She had gotten all too trusting of me. I wasn't one to be trusted. I wasn't one to become friends with. Hell, I wasn't one you should even consider talking too, none the less resting your head upon my damn shoulder!

"Will you tell me what's the matter?"

She took a deep breath, still trying to steady herself. I had all the time she needed. When she was, it spilled out of her like a waterfall. "I was sitting, reading up lines I need to learn."

"So you got a part?" I asked, tilting my head with severe curiosity. She nodded. "I got Juliet's mother."

I frowned. "I would have gotten Juliet, but Miss. Wood saw it my way. She didn't believe I'd have the same... influence with the crowd as I did when I was doing it with you." She shrugged.

How epicurious. I nodded none the less. "And... Well, Ivy came up and asked where you were... And well... We got into a fight... and she called me a bitch... and and an-" She didn't need to carry on. I was glad she didn't for that human was beginning to become an irritation to me, and I wasn't the one witnessing these interpretations. In all honesty, when I had spoken to all three girls, they seemed to be missing Renesmee just as much as she had been missing them! What could have brought this on?

You left her vulnerable, you idiot. They saw a chance, and they took it. You know their game. It's exactly what happened to Jane. They wouldn't dare try a thing in the presence of you... But as soon as your back was turned, she would be terrorized!

I gritted my teeth at my thoughts while Renesmee buried her head into my chest once again.

"Shh, everything will work out fine."

"No they won't. You weren't there," her sobbing increased. Once again pulling strings at my black heart. I began to rock her back and forth, just like I had done when it was Jane. She eased into my touch, her heart calmed after a mere few minutes, her sobbing died down until it was just gentle breathing. I felt the wet patch on my chest, but it wasn't getting any damper. Hopefully, she had ran out of tears. I prayed to god this is what had happened! "What would I do without you,"

I frowned, but continued to rock her back and forth. Just pretend like you didn't hear that.

"If it wasn't for you... I'd be alone,"

I closed my eyes. How could I pretend like I didn't hear that! I continued to stay silent. Debating on whether or not I should temporarily put her to sleep, return her home to her parents and let them deal with the problem. I was sure Isabella and Edward wouldn't sit back and watch their daughter being left in this state. Yes, maybe it was best if we went and told them.

"Perhaps we should go tell your parents, Reny."

She snapped up like a bullet. Her eyes were wide and.. warning. "No! We can't!"

"Why not? I think that would be the best scenario. They will be able to intervene and perhaps sit you and your friends down so you can talk it over."

She shook her head frantically; standing up abc backing around the other side of the table. Oh, so she was onto the whole 'put to sleep' thing. She wasn't a stupid girl, I'd give her that. "No. I don't want too. I don't need to tell them. I have you,"

"Yes, for now. But what will it be like when I am not here to comfort you? You're going to need to talk to someone other than me also Renesmee. I won't be here forever."

Something seemed to click in her eyes. I saw it, and I instantly regretted saying what I said. "You."

"Me?" I arched an eyebrow.

She nodded, her hand coming up and pointing to my posture sitting on the couch. "You. If It wasn't for you... I wouldn't be in this mess! If you hadn't of come here... I'd still have Jacob! I'd still have my friends..."

My eyebrows shot up in response. I rose from the sofa and let out a I-can't-believe-what-I'm-hearing scoff. "Renesmee, you are joking, aren't you? You cannot pin all your misfortune on me. And as for your mutt-"

"STOP CALLING HIM THAT!"

Renesmee was no longer upset. She had past that stage. Seething rage was radiating from her, boiling over in her veins and reflecting out of her perfect large eyes. As much as I tried to hold back on the surprise coming off my face, I couldn't. This was just... preposterous!

"Don't you dare call him that! Jacob... Jacob is my friend!"

"I don't see you crying on his shoulder about your hiccup with your friends."

Her eyes darkened a shade more. Oh, I had angered her more. Well, this was a side I had never seen of Renesmee. "Don't you dare!" She hissed. "I wouldn't be in this hiccup if you and your... nosy, over rated, pathetic excuse of a family hadn't of shoved their nose in my life and sent you here! You did this! What happens to me when you leave? Huh? Was this your plan all along? Make me lose all my friends, hate my home... Ignore my family?! Just so that maybe, just maybe, I'd come to Volterra and ask for death? That was you get what you wanted. It is, isn't it?! God! I can't believe I actually fell for it! And to think, I was beginning to like you!" She spat.

I was momentarily set back. Many words spilled from her lips which was just too much to process. "You believe I became your friend because it was some ploy of Caius's?! Oh, you are a child Renesmee. You believe that you know it all when reality is, you know nothing!"

She gave a bitter laugh. "I know more than what you think I do... Witch!"

My teeth clenched. So hard that I actually felt my jaw crack. It was only for a slight moment, but I still felt it. My eyes probably burned with anger, hurt—because that is what I was. Severely so. I trusted her with that knowledge, and yet she uses it to spite me— and disappointment. She, on the other hand, looked quite proud of herself. She had gotten what she aimed to get, obviously. I had given her the reaction she planned to get. "I might have been classed a witch, but at least I was human. Unlike you, torn between the two. You're desperate to be like your friends, to blend in with them. But you can't. And yet, you are in the same scenario with your own family. You're not one of us, either. And you never will be."

It was probably wrong of me. In fact, it was very, very wrong of me. I regretted it instantly. If I could take it back, I would have. My past was a sore subject. She knew that, that is why she brought it up. But I? Sinking that low? What had I done?! Her eyes widened with hate. Oh, I didn't like that look. The mere thought of Renesmee hating me... It caused an ache within my chest. But the damage was done.

"Yeah, well... At least my father loves me. At least he's willing to stand beside my family and fight for my life, unlike yours who ordered your death."

"Renesmee this is getting too far, stop it."

"Can't handle the truth?!"

"Renesmee-"

"Does it hurt? To know that everyone hated you? That everyone still hates you? You and your darling little sister"

That was all I could take. I growled, causing her to back up to the wall while I prowled forward. I didn't hesitate as to move closer to her than what was needed. I couldn't bare to look at her, and it stung. Because quite frankly, looking at her was a joy to mere hours before. The aching feeling within my limbs were becoming too overpowering. I knew this feeling all too well. When I was hunting, or had lost my temper and wanted to rip something to shreds. I knew that it would be best, not just for myself; but for both of us, if I left. No explanation as to where I was going. With no regards as to looking back, I left the cottage with a slam of the door. As soon as I was in the open air, I left loose and sprinted as quickly as I could manage away from Forks.

While running, I couldn't help but think of the look on her face. How hurt she looked. Hurt and broken. I had broken her down. Tears lingered in the bottom of her eyes and I wished I could wipe them away. But I couldn't. What was done, was done. I seriously, severely, and full heartedly, hated myself. I hurried on out of Forks, passing Port Angeles and headed for the one place I knew someone would be able to take my mind off that hideous fight, the mission in general, and Renesmee over all. Sure, I'd have to wait hours; but I could hunt during the wait. Jane wouldn't be long... I was sure she was missing me as much as I was missing her.

The hours seemed to fade. And soon, while wandering the pitch black streets of Seattle, I came to the impression I was being followed. When eyes were all on me, watching my every move. It was uneasy, for I could hear their gentle footsteps behind me; yet every time I turned around, there was nothing. Perhaps it was just my conscience trying to have at me for treating Renesmee like that, and not giving any indication as to whereabouts I would be retiring too. Again, the sound of footsteps behind me sounded; but this time, I carried on walking; only to turn round in the speed of light and catch the culprit by pinning them to the wall. It didn't last long, however; for they switched the positions and had me, pinned by my shoulders to the wall. Their eyes daggered into mine, the familiar burning red bringing a smile to my lips. "Brother,"

"Jane," I breathed, quickly putting my arms around her into a hug. She returned it, her head nuzzling into the base of my chest; so her temple was pressed against the Volturi crest. "It's good to see your face again," I added; pushing her back but keeping my hands on her shoulders, so I could look at her. Her hair was held up tight in a bun, no small hairs astray at all. Her lips were full and pink. Her eyes burning a fiery red. Oh, I felt like I was at home already.

"Natalia was very pleased to have been on duty for your call," She mocked, her eyes rolling. I replied with a amused scoff. "So, tell me... Have you finished here? Did you call for me to escort you home? Do we get to kill the half breed?"

I knew this was Jane expressing how she missed me. Question after question. She might have been a vampire and had changed drastically from when she was human, but one thing hasn't changed one bit. Her appetite for knowledge. For a slight moment, my mind flashed back to Renesmee asking so many questions... I forbade it. I wouldn't think of her, not when in the presence of my sister. This was our time, nothing to do with the... half-breed. I gave a weak smile in return. "Didn't Natalia explain why I called, sister? I missed you,"

She nodded. "She did, but I was hoping that perhaps that was just code for 'I want to come home.'"

"I do," I laughed, nodding.

"So, you will then?"

I shrugged. "I don't think I have enough to put against them yet, Jane."

Her lips pursed. "Caius doesn't need anything else. He will work on Aro with what you have already."

I laughed. "I do believe this is your way of telling me you missed me also,"

And there it was. The rare, almost non-existent, smile. Jane's lips curved, her upper lip raised; beginning to show the flare of her pearl white teeth while her eyes danced with mine. "Of course I did. When will you be returning to Forks?"

I sighed deeply; while she cocked her head to the left. Curiosity killed the cat...

"Honestly, Jane... I don't know."

"Do you want too?"

Moment of truth... "Not really."

She grinned again. "Very well. I'm famished. Can we eat?"

I nodded, offering her my hand. Jane took it, and with a weird sense, I was somewhat disappointed. I had gotten so used to the warmth coming from... her, that the exact same temperature from Jane's hand, causing no warmth at all, brought a frown to my features. Better get used to it.

Jane tugged me along and I followed happily. A gentle squeeze of her hand was all I needed to reassure myself she was really here. "Do you think you will be returning to Forks?" She asked, harmless as ever. I let a pondering facade take hold of me. Did I think? Evidently not, otherwise I wouldn't have left Renesmee in that state, but I did. I wouldn't have become her friend. I would have just gone along with the mission if I had thought. But returning to Forks... Was that really necessary? Perhaps I did have enough information on Renesmee and her family. Perhaps I could just leave now, and do us both a favour. She obviously didn't want me there anymore. Otherwise she wouldn't have stated that 'everyone' hated me. By that, she was insinuating herself, wasn't she? But then... There was that one statement that confused me all the more, and made the whole prospect that she did infact hate me also. 'And to think, I was beginning to like you!'

By this... It was in the past. Over and done with. The statement itself confused the living crap out of me. Like me? I believed her to already 'like' me, for our doomed friendship. But perhaps... She was intending a different 'like' one in which caused my insides to twist at the mere thought of it. Not out of the negative nauseous feeling I usually got when I found out coven members were physically attracted to me. It wasn't like that happened very often. It did when we began to pack in numbers however. Younger females, who were mateless. Renata being the worst, because she took it to the steps of interfering with my emotional ties. By gaining Chelsea's friendship, she managed to persuade her into tieing my into being interested in Renata more than a coven member. That didn't last long, however. A mere week. Thanks to my darling sister, who was suspicious as to my giddy attitude and desire to be around Renata more than her. I wondered for a long amount of time afterwards if Jane did anything to her, for she never dared looked at me anymore. Especially when in the presence of Jane.

I swallowed the venom that began to pool in my mouth. Jane was looking up at me, bemused to be left waiting. Gently, I gave her a reassuring smile. "I wouldn't count on it, my dear sister."

She grinned. "Good. You're my brother, remember. Mine. I dislike sharing you with anyone other than myself." Her voice was practically high and joyful. "And we will be back home in no time. All this will be a memory, and you won't have to see that repulsive half-breed's face again."

… That's what was worrying me. Not seeing her again. I sighed, nodding. With the best of my ability, I lied for the first time to my sister.

"I cannot wait.."

A/N:

HOLY CRAP. That was quick! Thank you! I honestly wasn't expecting to get that many in the one go. Daaanm, you guys are determined to find out Alec's POV. Well, here it is. Now, the next question is... Lemons, or no Lemons. ;)

-C.H