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Grim Reaper's Release

Summary:
When the gruesome murder of a pastor is mysteriously caught on tape, what will happen to the vampire race? Suddenly, the world knows about vampires. The Cullens need to get out of Forks. And fast. But what will happen when the Volturi wants to interfere? Or the Southern Armies? And, more importantly, who are these strange vampire twins? Photobucket


Notes:
...I've been away for a seriously long time, haven't I? O.O

Well, I'm back with a new story and I still haven't decided if I should continue my other stories. A lot's been happening in my life and I'm sure my feelings on all of my other stories have changed drastically. Anyway, this is just an idea that's been floating around my head for probably a year now but I've never really developed it into more than just a smidge of an idea.

Just a few warnings before I continue: This story is seriously...morbid. It's not really a good story at all. There's violence, world domination, chaos, and the world kind of goes insane...but it has a happy ending! Promise!

Also, the chapters are gonna be really long on this. Like, seriously long. It's not that I want to get this done in less chapters or whatever, it's just that in each chapter, a few different character's point of view's on different things need to be included to add other factors of the story. I mean, if I had each new point of view a chapter, we'd probably be up to 50 chapters by the time I get to the middle.

That being said, I guess a few things you should know is that I don't know when I'll be getting new chapters up. I hope, with winter break here, I'll have this story done by the middle of February, maybe? I was planning on having this only 7 chapters at the maximum, but the farther I get into this story, the longer it seems. And, I hope, I'll be getting each chapter up each week. I've already written chapter 2 and 3 but I'm gonna post them weekly.

Next, I seriously need to thank my best mate Kira with this story. She gave me a HUGE idea for it and has been such an amazing supporter of all my stories from the start!

*breathes in relief* Alright, I think that's all for now. Now that I've gotten it all out, go read. I'm sure the story is much more interesting than my babbling. *snort*


17. Fairytale Mansion

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Alice's Point of View

There was nothing to be seen in my visions. Just a hungry darkness which was so overpowering, it cut off all of my five senses and left me powerless in the midst of the malevolent agents. I scowled as the fleeting mist drew back and out of my mind. How could I help if I couldn't see anything?

A tiny growl escaped my lips; I couldn't stand to be in here any longer. I couldn't stand not knowing what would happen, how to stop it, or even what the danger was. All I could sense was a growing sensation of despair and what, or shall I say who, the source of it was: Jasper.

My eyes drifted upwards, flickering to the closed and locked door to my left and then back. He was so close, just an insignificant amount of floors above me. I could probably break free and get up there before anyone had even seen me. I could take the back stairs, the stairs I wasn't even supposed to know of but had overhead agents talking about them. It would be so easy.

"Alice," a warning tone came from above, "don't even think about it." I huffed and leaned back against the wall - I refused to sit on that repulsing cot - to glare towards the ceiling.

I cursed under my breath, something I very rarely did, and pulled my outraged glare from the floors above me. "And what's it to you if I do think about it, Edward?" There was an exasperated sigh above me as a small smirk formed on my lips.

"What's it to me if you think about it? Everything, Alice, because then I have to put up with your unreasonable thinking. You are not breaking out of there. Understand?" My brows furrowed and before I knew it, my right foot was tapping on the linoleum floor in nervousness.

"What would you do if I did break out of here?" I questioned, my eyes narrowing on the painted white steel door. I could even kick it open if I wanted and by the time the patrols would get to my door and look in, I'd be halfway to Jasper. Nothing too complex or complicated, the plan forming inside my head was simple. And possible.

There was a pause above me. "I could tell Carlisle." I rolled my eyes at the mundane response; typical sibling to threaten the younger with the ‘I'll tell Mom and Dad' response. Did he really think that would frighten me? I shook my head, sometimes older brothers were so incredibly dense.

"But Edward!" I exclaimed, even going as far as stamping my foot. "He needs me, damn it! I can't just sit here and act like everything is fine up there!" I paused, biting my lip. "Wouldn't you do the same thing if they were doing this to Bella? Watching her like she was some science lab in school, recording all of her responses and evaluating her? He needs me, Edward, because he's going to fail," I whispered the last part out, tortured by the idea.

Edward sighed above me but whatever he was about to say was cut off by Carlisle interrupting us from below me. "Alice," he started. There was a moment of silence that came after my name and I snapped.

"What, Carlisle? What is it? Spit it out!" It was incredibly rare that I snapped at anyone, let alone Carlisle, of all people, but I couldn't help myself. Every muscle in my body was tense, every breath I took was shaking, and every finger was trembling.

"Alice," he began, softly. "It wouldn't matter if you got out now. I'm afraid you're too late, the testing has already stopped."

I gasped, my eyes widening by the milliseconds. No. No, he couldn't mean that Jasper, my sweet Jazz, had killed someone. He just couldn't. I took my face into my hands, my shoulders hunched. This was too much. Too much horror and contagious death in this place. Too much sin.

"When?" I whispered. How had I missed it? How had Carlisle figured out it was over and I had been too blinded by my emotions to notice?

He sounded reluctant to respond and I ground my teeth, anxious for his reply. "Just a few moments ago when you were talking with Edward. There was an abrupt mood change and now...now there's nothing." I choked on my sob. Now there's nothing. My head rolled back, slamming into the concrete wall as my invisible tears fell.

If only I could See. If only I could get through this mental block, fight my way through the darkness instead of giving up at the sight of it. If only I had ignored Edward and escaped. Would Jasper still have killed whoever it was he had murdered? Or would I have been able to stop him?

I cringed, he was stronger than me. Maybe if I had gotten up there in time, it wouldn't have mattered. Maybe he would have simply picked me up and dropped me down next to him like I was an empty box and not a screaming, kicking, and thrashing vampire.

"Look, Alice, it's not your fault." Edward's tight voice wafted down to me and I squeezed my eyes shut until all I could see was a vast darkness spread out before my eyes.

I opened my mouth, a supplication about to pour from it. "Leave me alone. Please, just leave me alone." Edward silenced himself and I was grateful. I couldn't stand to listen to his reassurances, or anyone else's, until I had figured this chaotic mess out.

What was going on now, I wondered glumly. What was he doing, my Jasper, up there with that mangled body? What was he feeling? Would he be able to feel my agony from up there? My distress calls mingled with self loathing for my suddenly unavailable sixth sense? I wrapped my slender arms around my torso and cried.

Maybe, just maybe, he would be too distracted by the scent of blood to even remember my name, let alone pick out my emotions among the sea of blood right there in front of him.

***

Jasper's Point of View

It was simple, very easy, and very quick. There was no brutal fight, no resistance. Even though he was strong for a mortal man, he was no challenge for my limitless strength.

In the end, I was almost saddened by the lack of a fight he made but then I shrugged the regret off. Possibly, he was ready for death. Maybe I had done the poor man a favor.

If someone had asked me what happened the second he walked in, I don't think I could recount the following moments perfectly. There was a haze of crimson covering my sight, a layer of red mist clouding my mind, making it impossible for me to see things clearly. I was on autopilot in my own head, watching with a dazed look on my face as my body controlled every single one of my actions.

The moment his blood, a heavenly red liquid, was visible to my predatory eyes, I lost it completely. I don't think even Emmett could have stopped me if he had been in the same room. I pounced forward, the muscles in my limbs stretching and working perfectly in synchronization with the voracious part of my mind.

I remember slapping into him before the door had even closed. As I hit him with a force that could have left a dent in the side of a building, I heard several bones crack loudly as did the steel door when it was slammed shut at the same very moment. He yelped out, surprised by my sudden movement. Of course, somewhere deep in my mind, I was making sense of everything, I had moved too quickly for him to see or even comprehend my motions.

I would never be sure of what happened next. It reminded me of what humans call an ‘out of body experience'. I felt like I had watched from the sidelines and when I finally came back into my own body, I was nauseated with disgust for myself.

In between those moments, though, all I remembered was blood; the sight of it, the smell of it, the touch of it. And then, the most crucial, the taste of it. I hadn't had human blood for almost 19 years and the memories of it had been tainted with guilt and grief. Now, though, I drank freely.

And then it stopped. The bliss, the ecstasy, my personal drug of choice, it all ended. There was no more. Not even a drop spilt. I gazed down at my hands, hoping to see ribbons of crimson lacing my fingertips and hands. Nothing. It just...disappeared.

I looked down, wondering what exactly had just happened, and looked directly into the glazed eyes of the man I had killed. I gasped and slid back, my feet pushing me further and further until my back hit the wall and I had my arms twisted around my legs in the fetal position. No, I whispered frantically, I couldn't have killed him.

He had just been alive! How could he be gone so fast? I just heard his heartbeat, pumping through his youthful body, keeping him alive. And now the deafening silence of death was louder than his heartbeat had ever been. I pulled at my hair, desperate for release.

I studiously ignored his gaping mouth, lips forming a perfect surprised expression, and his wide, glassy eyes that seemed like they followed whenever I moved. I turned my gaze forwards, staring so intently at the tiled floor that I wondered how my burning stare didn't create a hole through the layers of insulation.

I had killed a man. I had killed a man. I had killed a man. It was a tormented mantra that repeated over and over in my mind. Though I had tried to prepare myself for the shameful result of the ‘scientific testing', I didn't think anything could prepare me for the sudden disgust I felt. I was no better than the generic criminal. I killed and enjoyed it until the startling realization set in that I had actually snatched away another human life.

I bowed my head, tucking it between my chest and knees. There was no way I could keep this from my family. No possible way I could keep it hidden that I had, once again, slaughtered a man. By now, my eyes were probably a vibrant scarlet, anyway. Plus, I miserably added, Edward had probably told everyone by now. Carlisle's most likely sickened by the thought of me, Esme shocked by my weakened control, and Alice...

I would be able to understand if Alice wouldn't even be able to bear to look at me. She was everything I wasn't. She was beautiful, a heart of gold with a face that belonged to an angel. And what was I? I could have even passed for the Devil by the way I looked now. Pale as snow with the burgundy eyes of a murderer. There was nothing good about me, nothing she should love or have to put up with.

Then I heard it. There was scratching, an irritable sound that reminded me of when the children in school took tests. I blinked; it was the sound of lead engraving words into paper. I reluctantly lifted my head and peered around, looking past the body across the room from me. Someone, or some ones, was writing hastily nearby.

I looked around at the plain four surrounding walls. To the left was nothing but the sound of empty, abandoned cells. Straight ahead was the mangled body, lifeless and cold as stone, next to the door. To the right, though, was a familiar sound.

Heartbeats.

I gasped, my eyes growing wide with fear. Of course, I should have known. I should have realized. I should have recognized the murmurs in the room next to me as belonging to scientists.

I was being watched.

***

Tanya's Point of View

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" I whispered out of the corner of my mouth, too softly for many of the others to hear. Kayden glanced down at me, his lips twitching into a teasing grin. He leaned down and chuckled while doing so.

"You tell me. I've never even been in the states." I rolled my eyes at not only his response but also my own stupidity. It had been foolish to ask him if he had known his way to San Antonio in the first place.

I looked up and my gaze landed on Ishiko. She was trudging along with us; her eyes closed tightly in concentration, as her power ‘pulled' her to whatever was in San Antonio. I wasn't really sure why I didn't fully trust the beautiful vampire leading us to our destination; maybe it was the vivid brightness of her eyes when she opened them or her breezy voice that seemed to float through the air.

Or maybe it was just the knowledge that she was something alien to me. I had never seen anything like her, or the other foreign vampire covens, before in my lifetime. And sometimes it was safer not to trust new allies.

"We're almost there," Ishiko said, her tone so soft, it could have been a sigh. I picked up my pace, knowing Kayden would follow my lead, to get to the front with the rest of my coven. I smiled in surprise as the Australian coven, too, tagged along behind Kayden.

Carmen glanced over as I approached, she hadn't been expecting me. "Tanya," she greeted sweetly, her eyes glancing towards the bulking form of Kayden at my side where they lingered a second more than necessary. I squirmed in subtle discomfort. It had been no secret that my family was shocked when they discovered I had found love in one of the unknown strangers in the clearing in Loreto. I just wished they could keep their surprise - and joy - to themselves.

"Hello Carmen," I replied coolly, a sharp tone in my voice to gather her attention. She jerked her gaze from Kayden and gave a small apologetic shrug.

"Can I help you with anything?" She asked, her eyes curious and bright. Even Eleazar glanced over the top of Carmen's brunette head as we ran to listen and see what was going on. I pointedly rolled my eyes at his obvious eavesdropping and he dropped his gaze, hiding a smile as he turned his head away.

I clenched Kayden's hand in mine and kept moving. "Well," I lowered my voice, wearily glancing around. "Do any of us really know what awaits us in San Antonio? I mean, how do we know this will help us in any way with the Cullen situation?" I had been optimistic at the Cullen's release when we had first started out but now I couldn't possibly be sure. What if there was something in San Antonio that captured the rest of the vampire's attention but not ours? What if it was no use to us?

Carmen's eyes narrowed slightly in deep thought and she sighed. "Tanya, I can't even begin to explain the uncertainty of what even may be in San Antonio. If it can't help us in the end-"

"We're here." I ground my teeth at Ishiko's irritating voice and resisted the urge to scream in the willowy girl's face. There was something so unsettling about the sight of her. Something so excruciatingly annoying and calm. It made me want to grab her by her bony shoulders and shake some sense into her.

I finally tore my eyes from the fragile looking vampire and turned to see exactly where ‘here' was. I then blinked. Surely she didn't mean here. I didn't see how a large, Victorian mansion could help us, to be honest. The house was planted before us as Ishiko simply stopped on the front lawn. It expanded around us, looking more like it was protruding from the ground then being set on top of it. There were large oak trees lining the dirt driveway - empty of cars, I noticed - and blooming rose bushes along the sides of the house.

At first glance, it was stunning. It was ancient, probably over a hundred years old, and the paint was peeling and the once glowing colors were now fading in the Southern sun. Take away all the minor flaws, though, and it was an elegant, timeless home.

The longer I looked at it, the more I saw. Slowly, the peaceful exquisiteness began to drift away as I stripped the house with my eyes. Beyond the charm of it, there was a sense of not only death but sinister coldness. The shadows draped across the front were spookier than anything else and the numerous broken windows created the image of abandonment. Even the overgrown lawn and chipping wood sent unexplainable chills up my spine.

And then the smell hit. It was like a switch went on, like my five senses were only working one by one. The obvious smell of other vampires was so strong, it almost stung my nostrils. It was everywhere, not just around the house. Not only was there vampire, but there was also the distinct stench of shape shifter. I cringed; it was identical to the pack in La Push. But that was impossible, I decided, there was no way they could be all the way down here in Texas.

Kate glanced at me, her lips set into a hard expression of silenced shock. "Tanya," she mumbled, "do you smell that?" Her petite nose twitched and I grunted. How could I not?

"This explains nothing," a man shouted. "What are we even doing here? I am sick of your wild goose chases! Nothing lies here for us except the presence of other vampires!" I glanced at the Russian man who was speaking and then back at the house.

I then felt the weight of someone's eyes on my back and turned, wondering who would be staring at me so intently. Peter stood behind me, clutching Charlotte's hand tightly within his own. Our eyes locked and he mouthed one word. "Maria."

I turned my head away quickly, too frightened by the dead look in his eye, the distinct hard lines of his lips. Another vampire yelled out and then more. I ignored the sounds of the argument and narrowed my eyes on the mysterious mansion. Before long, I was the only vampire out of the large group of sixty five whose lips weren't moving.

And then, as only my eyes were locked on the haunting building, they began to show themselves. A pale hand lifted the curtain of a downstairs window and a dirt streaked face peered through, burgundy eyes gleaming maliciously. The front door opened until there was enough room for one single crimson eye to watch through the crack. Wintry faces started to appear in the windows, bitter smirks or welcoming smiles lighting their inhuman faces. I gasped, watching more appear. Nimble hands clutched the roof as they crawled above the house, blond and brown heads popping up and over the crown of the house.

It was like the house was coming alive. The leaves were rustling in the large oak trees and I jumped back, startled to see faces in the dense trees watching. Kayden caught me and steadied me before setting me on my feet, his eyes curious.

I opened my mouth, my eyes snapping from his face to the trees. "There...there are," but I stopped. The faces of the vampires in the trees had retreated back into the leaves, like wood nymphs or something of the fairytale sort.

I choked on my breath, what type of place was this?

The front door of the house clicked open and I swiveled so quickly on my feet, I doubted even Kayden had caught the movement. Slowly, the whole group of us turned our attention from fighting with each other to the front of the house. The door opened, slowly, as if teasing us, before it revealed the inner walls of the house. And then a figure stepped out onto the porch, a dark cloak wrapped around their form.

I watched with narrowed eyes as they stepped closer, down the steps of the front porch and onto the green lawn. I tore my gaze from the figure and watched as a curious amount of people followed after the cloaked figure. It reminded me of bodyguards, guarding the King or Queen. It was enough to capture my interest.

The followers were dressed in modern clothing, all well groomed but a certain feral sense about them. They took cautious, calculated steps and their eyes were watching us as sharply as we were watching them. They looked on the edge of civilization, close enough to resembling humankind to fit in on the streets of a city but once you took a closer look at their pearly faces, you knew they were different.

Kayden's fingers wound around my forearm and I welcomed the gesture of comfort eagerly. My group of vampires seemed to form a crescent as we watched the unfamiliar vampires loom closer. I found myself surprised to find myself in the middle of it, Kayden on my left and Carmen on my right.

There was an utter silence in the vicinity; the only sound was wind filtering through the leaves that sheltered the unknown vampires. If I listened closely, I could have sworn I could hear their ghostly chuckles lace through the soft breeze picking up.

The figure stopped before me, almost ten feet away. Two pale hands came out from under the cloak and reached upwards, so slowly I was sure the sluggish action would drive me to insanity with nervousness. They pulled back the black velvet hood to reveal the silky darkness of glossy black hair. The head was bowed but as it moved upwards, a startled gasp seemed to escape my crowd of vampires.

The woman before us was stunning. Too stunning. Her inhuman beauty was even too much for the vampire eye. Her unnatural violet eyes flashed and ran over us hungrily, reminding me of the way worshippers lay their eyes on the statues of their fallen gods. Her ashen face was angelic but sharp, her eyes like a hawks.

"My children," she whispered in an almost loving tone. I flinched from it, from the familiarity of it. There was something so intimate in her tone, so personal and heart wrenching. "Come, let us talk."

Out of the corner of my eye, a hulking figure seemed to come out of the shady darkness. I watched, ignoring the questioning tones before me as the unfocused figure stepped through the neighboring hedges and grasses. The wind tossed the voices around me into the wind and I shut them out, setting my eyes upon the figure. I could have sworn there was fur upon its back...

"Why is the La Push pack here?" I snapped in an almost protective tone, my head turning from the right on the giant wolf to the woman in front of me, her bodyguards all directing their attention onto me. All conversation ceased and every pair of red eyes landed on me in curiosity. "They're just children," I spat. "They shouldn't be here."

I even felt confused at the sudden defensive tone I had taken on while discussing our enemies. It wasn't like me to be so shielding of anyone besides the members of my coven. I almost gasped at the vehement tone of my voice.

The woman blinked her abnormal eyes and squinted at me as if I was nothing but a piece of dirt on the floor. "They came here of their own free will and decided to stay and help."

I bit my lip, glancing at the numerous forms of wolves in the forests around us. "Help? With what?"

She smiled innocently and I could almost imagine the halo forming around her head. "The Cullens, of course."

***

Renesmee's Point of View

Their faces all seemed to flash behind my eyelids. Mommy's. Daddy's. Jake's. Uncle Emmett's. Grandma Esme's. Grandpa Carlisle's. And everyone else in my loving family. I rubbed at my damp face, trying to wash away all traces of tears. I would never see them again; Dr. Mitchells would make sure of that.

I seemed to be over that sudden revelation, though. I had cried enough tears for that problem. Now, I wondered if they knew they would never see me again. I felt oddly...betrayed. I couldn't figure out why Mommy would just leave me here, why Daddy would let them take me away. Had they forgotten all about me? Or could they not help me?

That thought alone made a shiver run up my spine. If they were in too much danger to rescue me, it meant that whatever was past this laboratory was something much, much more dangerous than I could even fathom.

Slam! I looked up suddenly, ignoring the fresh tears trailing from my eyes. Outside of the dark room Dr. Mitchells had enclosed me in, something was going on. A second door slammed shut angrily and I sat up, kneeling with my hands grasping onto the iron bars of the playpen. My eyes peered through the bars as I watched the door that led to my room. Though the room I had been locked in was shadowy and dim, there was a bright outline of white around the steel door from the room outside. I stared at it intently, waiting for something to happen next, as a sliver of the light caught on my face.

There was a growing sound outside, muffled and soft. It reminded me of when Mommy and Daddy were talking in low tones outside of the room I was in. Usually, I could strain my hearing until I was able to catch their words, but I didn't do that often. I bit my lip as I tried to press my ear closer to the door and listen in.

"What happened down there, Doctor?" The voice was familiar; deep but gentle. It was Brody, the man who had been against the idea of leaving me in here. I smiled at the sound of his voice, I liked him.

There was a gagging sound and I wrinkled my nose. "That was positively the worst thing I have ever seen in my whole career." I turned my head, curious as to what he was speaking about. Then a scribbling sound droned out his last words as he furiously wrote away on that dreaded clipboard of his. I resisted rolling my eyes, as Uncle Emmett would have done.

"Really? What happened? Did he kill the man?" Brody asked, concern mixed with disgusted interest. My breathing stopped, Did he kill the man? I choked on a broken sob, what were they talking about? Was it my family? What had they done? I dreaded the Doctor's response to the hideous question.

In the next room, there was a brief pause. "Yes, Brody, he killed him. It was horrible. Repulsing." He made an exasperated sort of grunt. "I wish we didn't have to continue this testing, I really do, but we...we can't." He sounded drained and winded but I didn't care about that.

He killed him. He killed him. I gasped, who killed who? The tears started falling from my eyes quicker in anger and frustration, something I had gotten from Mommy. What if it was Uncle Emmett? What if he killed a guard? What if Uncle Jasper had lost control? What if Jake had gotten angry and mistakenly killed someone? I blinked away the tears, what if Daddy did it?

Brody made a sound at the back of throat, something like a chopped off cry. "Oh God, Mitchells. Maybe we should stop this. It's sick to use these prisoners like this. They have lives, they have-"

"Lives? Brody, they're criminals, for Pete's sake. They're not going to have much of a life after they get out of jail, anyway. I just wish that I didn't have to watch each test. They're abominations, they're sickening." My jaw tightened at his words. Criminals? Confusion came over me, since when had criminals been a part of this?

Brody was silent for a moment; the only sound that came from him was a steady breathing. He then sighed and I heard him walk away.

"How's Renesmee?" Dr. Mitchells asked, changing topic.

"Crying ever since you left, the poor thing. You know, you didn't have to be so cruel to her. She is just a child." The corner of my mouth lifted in a hint of a smile. Dr. Mitchells huffed in aversion and I could almost hear the eye roll he gave Brody.

"Yeah, well, she may be a child but I bet with the people she's been raised by, she can be a monster just like her ‘Uncle' Jasper." I gasped at his words.

Jasper. Uncle Jazz. No, I shook my head. He wouldn't. He hated being so tempted by blood, being weak. He couldn't just...he couldn't just do this. He wasn't that cruel. I felt my stomach churn at the doctor's words. How could Aunt Alice allow Uncle Jazz to do this? She would never let him.

I pushed my thoughts away as I realized Brody was speaking. "-still, though, I doubt she's anything like them."

Dr. Mitchells snorted and I ground my teeth. "Let's just keep this for a later conversation. Tim's getting the testing ready for the next one, Rosalie. These prisoners are going to be dropping like flies." His tone was almost sympathetic, but I knew otherwise.

Brody's murmured response was too soft and too unintelligible to be able to understand so I ignored it. The doors slammed shut again as Dr. Mitchells echoing footfalls hit my ear. I slumped back, off my knees, and hit the soft padding of the playpen.

No wonder Mommy and Daddy had left me. I couldn't expect them to leave whatever was happening outside of here just to save me. The way Dr. Mitchells spoke, it was like outside of this laboratory was complete chaos.

I sniffled and reached up to wipe my hand across my runny nose and moist eyes. Poor Uncle Jazz. He had tried so hard. It wasn't fair that they had taken advantage of his weakness. And Aunt Rosalie! I wasn't sure if she would be able to stop herself, either. What if she couldn't? Would the death rate in this place go up to two?

I huffed in annoyance. There had to be something I could do. As far as I knew, I was the only one in a laboratory. Everyone one else, I had heard, was in holding cells. I could help, possibly, from up here. My head fell, but what could I do? It wasn't like Brody would listen to me if I asked him to release my family. Though he was nice, he wasn't that nice.

I started to wonder what Uncle Emmett would do in this situation. He was always the strong one, he didn't care what situation was thrown in his way, he would deal with it and go on. I played with a loose thread on the hem of my sleeve, something Aunt Alice would have plucked away the second she saw it, as I wondered. He would probably just step over the confines of the playpen, walk up to the door, and yank it open.

I sighed, but I wasn't as tall as him. If he was shorter, about my height, what would he do then? I peeked at the iron bars, they were strong and thick to me but Emmett could probably twist and turn them until a hole the size big enough for him to fit through was there.

My eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. Was it possible that I could break them just like him? I stared at my tiny hands, at how delicate and fragile they appeared. I struggled to stand up, my hands balling into fists at my side. If Uncle Emmett could do it, maybe I could, too.

I walked up to the bars hesitantly, tilting my head back until I saw the top of the playpen. No, there was definitely no way I could leap over that. I took a deep breath and shook my head, brushing off all doubts. My hands reached out for the bars and I wrapped my fingers around them until I could feel my fingertips.

And I tugged.

With a faint groaning sound, they moved. I gasped and kept pulling them further apart, using all the strength in my arms to pull them apart. They looked like giant parenthesis as I wrenched them further and further. I let out an almost exhausted breath and unwound my hands from the now mutilated bars. There was an almost perfect hole through the playpen bars.

I bit my lip as I cautiously set my foot outside the barrier of the playpen. It hit the ugly concrete of the floor and I jerked it back. What if an alarm went off? I whipped my head around, looking at the walls and corners of the room. If there were cameras or sensors, I would have seen or heard them, wouldn't I?

I closed my eyes and replaced my foot and slowly, so slowly, moved through the tiny hole and into the empty room. As I continued tentatively walking I peeked over my shoulder at the lonely looking deformed playpen.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the large, heavy steel door. It looked more impressive up close; it was dense and intimidating in size. Disappointment settled in when I realized there was no doorknob.

No way to get out.

I cried out softly, it wasn't fair that after escaping the playpen, this new obstacle would be here! I stomped my tiny foot and rubbed at my face. No, I wouldn't cry, I told myself, not again. But how frustrating! Just when I thought I was out, something stopped me. I threw my arms against the large steel door with all my might and-

-it moved. My eyes widened at the creaking door and my mouth fell open in shock. The movement was small, not even half a centimeter, but it was still something. I clenched my jaw and took a few steps back. As I ran forward, I knew Uncle Emmett would be proud.

My body collided with the door and it scraped the doorway as it opened almost two inches. Yes! A smile broke out on my face as I rubbed my aching arms. I took another step back and threw myself against the hard steel and it widened another inch. I squealed and pushed it slightly with my right hand. It went back against the impact and opened completely.

I threw my hands up and clapped. Finally! There was an opening about an inch wide and I wrapped my fingers around it. It was just large enough for my eye and I peeked through the opening. If Brody saw me, I wasn't really sure as to what he might do.

I stared out at the room. Across from me was a door, only about twenty five feet away. Standing with his back to me was Brody as he worked over a countertop.

It would be easy - so simple! - to just walk across the laboratory and open the door and escape. My gaze flickered back to the distracted Brody and I made up my mind. I opened the door further and put my foot out onto the spotless tile of the lab. I slithered through the widening opening until I was completely outside.

Brody continued to do whatever he was doing with his back to me. I gulped and took a deep breath. I turned around and closed the steel door and then, quietly, made my way across the laboratory. Brody never heard me and I grinned as the door became closer and closer.

"Renesmee?" I turned, my eyes widening, and saw Brody's shocked face and wide eyes staring at me.