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****************************Jeanine********************************

"I'll be back then." Said Alec, softly so only I could hear. I nodded and remained hidden.

The scene before me was…a bit unsettling. I'd known all along what the basics of the plan were: Gianna attacks the imprint, bait the girl, sacrifice Gianna, and by law the girl was ours. Still though, it did seem a little sad that Gianna die so young, not to mention the Cullen girl's moot attempt in saving her imprint…the young wolf was dying, I could see that much, along with his twin brother. From my overview of the little trio I knew that the death of the other brother was bound to take a toll on the girl as well, not nearly as bad as the other one but a hit nonetheless. She was going to be incriminated over a lost cause.

If I cared for this little half-breed, it really would have been sad.

"Jane." I heard her say softly, as Jane approached her finally. I could see the smoke billowing from Gianna's disintegrated form. It really was a shame; her gift, though a bit inconvenient at times, was quite complimentary with my own, being able to smell under a shield when no one else could…but there lay the bland fact: my gift was much more valuable.

"Do you realize, young Cullen, what you have just done?" I heard Jane ask, her face expressing an innocence perpendicular to the vindictive thoughts going on in her corrupt mind.

I couldn't believe the fearlessness the Cullen girl was depicting; she seemed unperturbed that Jane was within ten feet of her, that at this moment, Jane was the enemy, Jane! I focused more securely on my shield, now of all times would not be the moment to slip, otherwise the little fortune teller might see something before Alec got back in time with our transportation. Still though…that didn't stop her from seeing Alec…they wouldn't be expecting anything to happen right now, so maybe shielding Alec, even for the short fifteen minutes it would take him to get to Seattle, might be the better choice…I frowned; Jane had never said anything about this little instance…but if I could protect Alec from being seen till then, it wouldn't matter if they saw him on his way back, it would be too late at that point…I focused on the form of Alec, focusing my energy on his fleeting outline. I could feel my shield disappearing, travelling elsewhere with the fair boy's flying body.

There. If the seeing Cullen vampire saw anything it would be something similar to what they already knew in the first place, so it would be nothing new, a simple acknowledgement that our 'plan' was still decided…

I kept hidden, nervous but still satisfied with my hasty decision, hoping with my dead life that I'd done the right thing.

****************************Alice**************************************

"Ok everyone, make sure you come in from a side door or a window," Emmett hollered out from the front entrance, "especially you, Rose! Whatever you do, don't open the front door!"

"No, Emmett," I laughed, swiftly removing the pail of water he'd balanced onto the hinges, "I think Nessie wants Jacob dry when he gets here—"

"But—" Emmett began, his face falling.

"And besides," I continued, "if Nessie gets here first you don't want to get her wet either."

Emmett frowned, his childish prank thrown out the window. "Oh yeah…damn…"

Esme soothingly patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry Emmett, you'll have your chance, you always manage to find an opportunity," she comforted, a smile on her heart-shaped face.

This seemed to cheer him, and he bounded upstairs. I could already see the outraged blonde vampire he was about to go bother to ease his disappointment. I rolled my eyes; really, if Rosalie didn't love Emmett as much as she did he would've blown his chances with her a long time ago…then again maybe that's one of the things Rose loved about him, he was the perfect amount of goofy to her primness.

"I don't see why we have to have another party," Bella grumbled, attending to the table, "seriously Alice, just seeing Jake is going to be more than enough for Nessie—"

"But this will just make it all the better," I chirped, ignoring the exasperated look she was giving me.

"Don't worry, love," chimed in Edward, reaching over to place a kiss on her forehead, "Alice doesn't really plan on bringing in a piñata or anything."

"Edward!" I scowled. Ok, so I wasn't going to THAT kind of extreme, but a little teasing never hurt anyone right?

"What?" he asked innocently. Bella looked at me smugly. I rolled my eyes; they never let me have any fun!

"Jasper can you help me put up these lights I—"

Jane was standing by a shore, a dark place, her eyes glistening madly with victory. She wore her usual black robes despite her recent retirement from the guard.

"Didn't you know she's part of the Volturri guard?" she asked innocently. "That could mean quite a serious punishment, wouldn't you agree?"

And then the vision went blank.

*****************************Nessie************************************

"Renesmee Cullen." She answered back. I glared at her defiantly, knowing full well who she was now. The memory had clicked without warning, and I remembered the fair haired vampire I'd asked mom about when I was much younger. She was pure evil, this one, and I couldn't recall how I hadn't recognized her voice sooner. She began to circle me slowly, smiling wickedly; I refused to back down however, if I was going to die I would do so fighting.

"To think," she mused, "Alec and I are no longer a part of the Volturri, forbidden to return to Volterra even, and then this happens!"

I continued to glare at her.

"Didn't you know she's part of the Volturri guard?" she asked innocently. "That could mean quite a serious punishment, wouldn't you agree?"

I growled at her, but she ignored me.

"Witnessing the murder of a member of the guard, I'm pretty sure that has to count for something," she continued, pausing slightly in what I sensed was mock thought, "to turn in the murderess…I do believe Aro would appreciate that very much."

"I'm no murderer," I cut in angrily, "she was trying to kill my friends!"

"Friends?" she asked with a tilt of her head. "All I see are two disgusting mongrels," she motioned with her hand, "and naked at that. How nauseating, I thought the Cullens were a tasteful family," she wrinkled her nose, "seems I was entirely wrong."

"Don't you dare talk—" I began but she cut me off with a louder voice.

"No matter, they seem to be dying, less of a burden on my view," she shrugged.

"AAAGGH!" I lunged at her, more than ready to kill a second time, but just as I got within centimeters of her little doll face—

"I don't think so, sweetie," she whispered.

And I fell heavily to the floor, the most incredible and agonizing pain coursing through my veins. It was hell on Earth, burning every inch of my body, inflaming my insides to nothing, my mind screamed with pain, forgetting everything else that mattered, all I could think of, could see and feel, was this scorching and blinding sensation. It left me nothing but a burning body, unaware of existence, of the people I loved…

And then it stopped, leaving me within inches of her feet. I gasped as I came to, a new surge of anger for the vampire before me.

"Now, you will cooperate with me or else you will leave me no choice, do you understand?" she asked me quietly.

Cooperate? With her? When my friends were dying? I lunged at her again, focusing on the same thoughts I'd aimed at the vampire I'd just killed—

Jane's eyes widened in shock as the tips of my fingers managed to grab onto her ankles, the venom dripping out slightly from her teeth; I wasted no time in heaving her down onto the ground, whirling my body with a grace I never knew I even possessed to kick her pretty little head as she hit the floor. She didn't even bother to fight back, which made me realize Jane probably never had to fight in a battle, not when she had such a 'useful' gift. She rolled over twice from the impact, her eyes still open in astonishment; I threw myself back on her, knowing her distraction was all that kept me from experiencing her wrath once over. She managed to sit up, her eyes blazing with hunger as I sent images of pulsing veins, flushed cheeks, bloody accidents, anything to keep her in this weak state of mind. I sat astride her small frame, punching and clawing at her face, her abdomen. She didn't even flinch, simply looked at me through confused red eyes, dazed…I took my chance and placed my hands on her head, ready to twist her neck like I'd done before, and then—

"AAAAGGHHH!" she suddenly screamed, pushing me with all her strength away from her. I fell within five feet from her, not even scathed from the impact but I knew I had less than a second before—

The pain hit me, and I was left squirming in anguish once more over. This time seemed to last longer, my mind reeling into a state of unconsciousness that would never come.

"You insolent little brat!" she spat. "You really think you could've killed me with those stupid little pictures of yours! I'm no newborn!"

As soon as the pain receded I felt a kick to my stomach, sending me another ten feet away from her. It was nothing compared to the hits the other vampire had given me, but painful nonetheless. I refused to groan and instead looked up; Jane's eyes were daggers to my heart, her hair completely disheveled, a chunk of her shoulder missing, along with a good portion of her black robe. Her lips curled into a terrifying snarl and she laughed that high, cold laugh that haunted my nightmares.

"There is no need for violence, Renesmee," Jane chided, "So we can do this the hard way or the easy way, whatever you—"

"My friends are dying!" I spat at her, no longer moving but simply glaring at her.

"So you're worried about your little imprint, don't worry, he'll be just fine as soon as my brother gets back with our ride," she said matter-of-factly, "We have excellent medics in Volterra, some even worthy of your dear old Carlisle."

Imprint? But Jake wasn't—unless they thought Oliver…wait, Volterra? I looked at her with a new shock, a new apprehension for what was going to become of me. They were taking me to the Volturri? The expression seemed to please her.

"Surprised? Come now, girl, I know you're not that stupid, where else did you think murdering a Volturri guard member was going to get you?" she said, kneeling down halfway to peer into my face. I masked my face back into a glare, I could smell her bittersweet stench, and it was sickening.

"But I—"

"That's quite enough," she said sternly, rising up to her full height again, "Jeanine, you can come out if you'd like, and make sure your shield is fully enforced."

Another girl suddenly came out of the trees, gliding to Jane's side in a flash. I gasped when I saw her…she was like no vampire I'd ever seen before. Her skin was a coppery reddish brown, flawless and perfect, her black hair lying in straight tendrils down to her waist. She had slanted eyes, almost like a cat, and when she moved it was with a familiar grace I'd only seen in several other people… At the mention of this 'shield' I could've sworn I saw her eyes race frantically for a millisecond, almost nervously, but then she was just as stoic as before.

"Yes, she does look a bit different doesn't she?" Jane said to me with an amused smile. "But we'll have time for explanations later, don't worry, right no—"

"Jane," interrupted the dark skinned girl, almost hesitantly and with a masked fear in her blood-red eyes, "forgive me but I think we should get going. Alec should be here within the next five minutes."

Jane looked annoyed but nodded. "Very well, come along, Renesmee Cullen."

I braced myself. "No."

She was already turning around and turned back with an arch of her perfect eyebrow. "Am I wrong to assume you're not stupid? I'd really rather not drag you but if you insist—"

"I'm not going anywhere," I hissed, "I know what you plan to do with me. You're going to use me as collateral, aren't you?"

This time both Jane and Jeanine smiled. "So you are a clever girl," Jane simply stated. "Does it really matter though? The crime is already done, child, and Aro himself is unaware, you alone are at fault here—"

"But you—"

"I'm getting tired of this," Jane drawled, and for the third time I found myself being tortured, burning and on the precipice of death.

I landed with a thump on the floor, by breath hitching from the overexertion of pain my mind was sending to the rest of my body thanks to the wicked girl. She let out a small 'hmph' of triumph when I finally stood up and glared at her.

"Be grateful I haven't killed your little dogs yet," she said, going over towards my barely conscious friends. She looked at them with disgust and then lightly kicked one of them. Tom groaned aloud in pain.

"Stop it!" I screamed running over to them; I didn't make it far.

"If you are done playing with my patience, let's go now," she said, her voice taking on a more menacing tone, "Quite frankly I'm done here, so unless you don't come along, I am going to kill this one."

She pointed to Tom. I growled, bringing about another round of suffering. I figured I might eventually grow numb after so many hits, but the pain only seemed to increase with each time.

I gasped on the floor, my eyes crying silently against my will. I knew the only way to save them was to do as she said…I got up, my body aching from Jane's consistent waves of pain.

"Good girl," she purred, "now, you can bring that one," she pointed to Oliver, "I'm sorry but dying dog smell doesn't do well with me."

"What about Tom?" I asked her, forgetting my defiance and almost begging her, "You can't leave him here he'll die!"

Jane made a face. "Isn't saving your little almighty imprinted one charitable enough? I'm losing patience, we leave now!"

"But—" I sputtered, noting dully again their misunderstanding with Oliver being my imprint.

"I'll take him," Jeanine was suddenly by my side. I looked at her in surprise. Jane's expression was somewhat similar.

"That's entirely unnecessary, Jeanine," she retorted, but Jeanine already had Tom around the back of her neck.

"No, but no need to let someone else die pointlessly tonight," she said, her fear somewhat replaced with a small tinge of something else…remorse?

Jane pursed her lips. "Fine. Drop him as soon as we get above ground, I'm sure his little wolf friends can take it from there."

I gingerly did the same with Oliver, wincing with his shallow breathing. His blood stained my cheeks and my tears slid down to wash it away. I didn't know why Jeanine had offered to take Tom, but I knew it would be unwise to ask. All I knew was that the worst was yet to come, and even if Oliver did somehow make it to Volterra alive…something told me his chances of survival over there were nowhere near good.

"Hurry it up!" barked Jane, as we climbed up towards the ledge. I glared at her for what seemed to be the hundredth time, nothing but bitter hatred in my heart for that evil girl.

The tears rolled down my face as I walked, Oliver's feeble body pressed against me. I knew it was all over, for me anyway. The thought of my family, of Jake…my heart ached with the sadness I knew awaited Jake should anything really happen to me. We were like one whole, and because of my fault I was about to break it, break him…but what else could I have done?

Oliver moaned softly, a gurgle of saliva and blood dripping from his mouth. He was trying to say something to me; I reached up and squeezed his hand, a sign that everything was going to be ok…yeah, we were heading to Volterra for a murder I committed and everything was going to be ok…I almost laughed bitterly, but didn't for fear for my friends…As we neared the entrance of the cave, the tunnel Tom, Oliver, and I had come down so many times before, I decided that no matter what happened to me, I would do my best to at least save my friends. Tom would be alright once he was above ground, so I didn't worry too much about him, but Oliver… I was already losing everyone I loved by leaving as Jane's prisoner…I set my face with determination; damn me to hell if I was going to let them take away my best friend from me too!

Ha! Jane got hit! Jane got hit! Take that you little wench! True, it didn't last very long but if Jane had died, well, the story would've ended too soon and I still have some mysteries to unveil—like, what exactly does Jeanine's shield do? Any guesses?—so there's still quite a bit to go. Next, Alice will see another piece of a vision involving Alec—remember Jeanine's little uncertainty when Jane called her over? Yup, Jane doesn't know that the shield was temporarily relocated, however, Jeanine put it back as soon as Jane mentioned it, just in case anyone doesn't get that. All I can add for the next two chapters is that it's going to get more sad, more heartbreaking, and where the hell is Jake? I know many of you are wondering, his POV will make a reappearance in the next chapter so hakuna matata lol. Alright, thanks so much for the lovely and many reviews over chapter fifty, be nice and do it again? Lol, review please and thank you, I will update again by Friday, oh and don't forget to go to my profile and vote! Thanks.