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

I let the momentary silence that followed this last comment sink in for bit, the painful memory a burden on every thread of air that disseminated the room, my eyes closed for every biting second, wallowing in the inescapable darkness that clouded not only the back of my eyelids but every second of my existence.

"Jeanine, I…" Renesmee finally spoke, her timid voice awestruck, but no further words were able to follow.

"Yeah, uh, we're…" Oliver this time.

I opened my eyes slowly, looking away as I spoke. "No need to be sorry. It was a tragedy that no words of condolence could make any better."

"But—"

I shook my head and looked into her warm, brown eyes. "No, Renesmee, saying your sorry will change nothing. Though I thank you both for still listening."

"Wait, there's more?" Oliver butted in. Renesmee shot him an annoyed look. He blushed. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that, I just…"

I gave him a small, lifeless smile. "I know, but yes, there's more…"

"You can imagine how my actions destroyed me, tore into every inch of my iron skin, my dead heart. I wanted nothing more than to die, and Jane's offer was nothing to me anymore, a promise to an empty life. No amount of blood, no matter how consumed I was by thirst, could rival the murder of my brother, the murder I'd committed, and his final moments alive…seeing me, his older sister, a bloodthirsty vampire, his killer…

Jane had already killed her wolf, of course, and when I looked to see who it was I felt another tug of great sadness. It was an older boy, a friend of my older brothers. I admit that there was a vague feeling of confusion in the back of my mind, and if it wasn't for the current situation I might've questioned why these boys were wolves to begin with, and hence made the connection towards Hansel's death…but of course I was too distraught.

Joining the Volturi was the furthest thing on my mind at that point, and I turned towards Jane angrily, demanding death. As I charged her I felt writhing pain again, but it was nothing in comparison to the emotional wreck that obsessed me. Coming to, she merely smiled at me, the same sweet, angelic smile that had gotten me in trouble to begin with. It enraged me, and I begged her to simply kill me, that I wanted nothing more to do with the monster I'd become, but then…

"Actually, we've decided to keep you, so death is no longer an option," she'd shrugged, "sorry."

I began to tear away at my own skin, a suicidal vampire at its worst, but again, Jane wouldn't let me. My rampage was cut short by another wave of her power, and this time when I came to, I wished I hadn't. A new vampire had joined her, similar in height and size, but male, and in his arms, limp and unconscious was another body, human and full of savory blood…"

"My mother."

Renesmee looked horrified. "No! You didn't—"

My eyes flashed angrily for a brief second. "No, I didn't do anything to her. I was still too upset, too focused, to give into my savage instincts."

Renesmee flushed, looking down immediately, mumbling an apology. I took another breath and went on.

"No, my mother was simply unconscious. Alec, the other vampire, had kidnapped her to bait me, promising me her death should I refuse to do as they commanded…I had no choice.

When I arrived in Volterra, another vampire, one with the gift to identify other's gifts, told me I did indeed possess a very valuable gift. A shield, but not just any shield, a relocating shield that renders the area into a sort of hybrid zone…Of course, the relocating part is common in every kind of shield, simply a matter of extensive practice, but that is another point. I was a bit confused, you see, as to how—without the identifier's help—they knew I would come to possess such a gift once immortal. Aro, after a quick glance towards his companions, explained."

I paused, my mouth tightening at the next grim memory.

"Word that a possible werewolf clan resided in my home had reached the Volturi, and so the leaders and a few select guard members made their way towards Aemori. I was, originally, just another one of Jane's snacks, however, an interesting event happened when I was temporarily saved by that first wolf…As I told you, I fled as soon as Jane was preoccupied, only later wondering which member of our small village that first wolf could've been, but never really mulling it over much. My Jeremiah was already dead, and I had yet to even know the whole truth regarding why he was a wolf to begin with, it was the only thing I could think of, and I was still an emotional mess.

It had never occurred to me that the first wolf was actually…little did I know, did even Jane know, that Marcus was relatively close. His gift entails identifying the intensities of different relationships, and it so happened that he felt it immediately once I was far enough. You see, the wolf that saved me in vain was actually…my older brother, Hansel."

"Marcus felt the connection between us and wondered why he hadn't whilst I was near…" I faltered, the memory of my older brother overwhelming my mind.

"So," Renesmee continued slowly, "he thought you might possess some kind of shield."

I blinked, only barely glancing at her. "Exactly."

"Marcus ordered Jane to change me, stating that, considering my ancestry, I might make for an interesting shield, should I manage to live past the transformation that is. My dying was a risk they didn't even consider, of course. Fortunately for them, I took to the change as normal as could be expected.

As you can probably guess, my new life began. I was fed well, watched over vigilantly, and trained strenuously. At this point I had no idea what Jane had in store for me, but I did notice her constant presence around me, as if overlooking my progress. I was soon to find out why…Months passed and I also found out the truth to my family's ancestry, the connection between the Quileute people and their myths. I began to wonder about my remaining family, my parents and younger sister. Jane had assured me that so long as I remain loyal and not try to escape, they would remain safe. Still, however, there came a point where I needed to be absolutely sure.

Against orders, I called home. When no one answered I called a second time, only to hear the small voice of my younger sister on the line. It baffled me, you see, when we were growing up my mother had always been the one to answer the phone. She'd been obsessed with it, actually, and even today I cannot fathom why she insisted on doing so but…well, needless to say, it worried me. I allowed several days to pass and phoned again; Serena answered. I began to get suspicious, and when my inquiry to check on them was immediately denied, I straight out panicked.

So I left, home to Aemori.

It was as I suspected. My mother was gone. Enraged, I travelled back to Volterra, ready to rip Jane's pretty little head off. When I finally found her, however, she wasn't alone.

She was in one of the dungeons, a look of complete disappointment on her porcelain face, her arms wrapped securely over a bundled figure. I immediately rushed over to pull it from her arms, already suspecting what, who lay beneath the cloth.

"You disappoint me, Jeanine," she'd said, "we had a deal, don't you remember? Listen and your family stay safe."

"My mother—"

"Was completely safe until you decided to abandon us."

"You're lying! I checked, she's been missing for months!" I screeched.

"Jeanine, Jeanine," she shook her head, getting off the stone bench and coming closer to me. "Don't you see? Your mother WAS safe, getting the best of meals, an occasional book to read, and then you just had to—"

"Wait, she's been here?" I asked, the thought of my imprisoned mother shadowing my every thought.

Jane laughed. "Well, of course, silly. I had to find some way of making sure you kept your end of the deal. Too bad you didn'—"

That's when I snatched the wrapped body from her cold, impartial fingers, quickly removing the topmost corners to unveil the face. It was her of course, my mother, my loving and caring mother, her skin cold from death…

"That was the second time I wished I could cry," I finished, "and even though I hadn't personally killed her, it still felt that way."

Renesmee was in tears, her open mouth dropped in horror. Oliver seemed to be fighting his own onslaught, squeezing her hand comfortingly.

"Jane agreed to let my father and sister remain in Aemori, untouched, so long as I remain completely loyal. She explained to me also Caius' deliberate hatred towards anything in affiliation with werewolves."

"If it were for him," she said, "your father and sister would already be dead."

"It was my belief, until very recently, that Jane was the only one who knew of my remaining family." I glared off into another distance, recalling my encounter with Caius. "Seems I was wrong."

There was more to that fact, of course, that Caius might be behind more than I'd ever known, but I decided to leave that for another time.

"And so I agreed to submit completely, for the sake of my remaining family…You can guess what happened after that. Jane came up with a plan to capture you, Renesmee Cullen, and I was the key component…I hate myself for doing everything that I've done to bring you any harm, believe me I do, but you must understand, I—"

"I understand," Renesmee interrupted, "I would do the same for my family."

I gave her a small smile in thanks. "Now you see why I cannot do anything to help you further, however? And why I am insistent on your careful eye over Oliver?"

Renesmee nodded, a defiant gleam coming over her brown eyes. "Because nothing is sure here…"

"Yes. If there is one thing I've learned during my time in Volterra, it's that they are completely selfish, and compromise, negotiations; everything is about them, no matter how much they promise..."

Suddenly the door slammed open and I immediately turned around in surprise, terrified I'd been found out, but—

"Ah, Jeanine dear," smiled Felix, "don't worry, don't worry, I won't tell Jane about your little visit with," he laughed, eyeing Oliver with a sneer, "the relatives. You can repay me a bit later," a disgusting smile erupted onto his features, perverse and knowing, "for my silence. Unfortunately I will have to break up your little session, though, direct orders from Aro. Renesmee Cullen and her little dog are required."

I could feel the rapid increase in the two teens hearts, and Renesmee's erratic intake of breath with Felix's last sentence.

"Edward and Isabella Cullen just arrived."

Alrighty, so that's Jeanine's story (and trust me, I tried making it as short as possible, not just another history lesson lol). Of course there is the mention at the end of Caius' possible contribution…hmmm? Wonder what that is about?...lol. As usual, please review!

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