After Dawn: Vendetta
Renesmee,Felix and their child Dawn are now living happily in Volterra. But when the past comes back to haunt them what will be the fate of all the people she's ever loved? Dawn emerges as a member of the Volturi gaurd, Felix has now taken Marcus' place in the Volturi and Renesmee- now Vanessa has became one of the Volturi wives. That only leaves the Cullen's and Jacob in all his anguish over Renesmee's new unknown life. They all set out to find Renesmee but what will they find? Sequel to After Dawn!
2. Dawn: Remembrance
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Dawn’s Point of View
The air is dry and hot and I try to feel my way through all the emotions in the room, my mother’s, my father’s, Aunt Jane and Uncle Demitri. Everyone’s tense and no one wants to say anything- it starts to get annoying and I clear my throat in an attempt to bring everyone back to life. The room is silent and I roll my eyes at the awkwardness of the very translucent cough.
“So what do we do?” I asked and my mother finally looked up at me, eyes buried in worry.
“Well surely they don’t expect to take Vanessa away, they already know that she’s happy here.” Aro said hissing at the word ‘they’. Who exactly were they?
A couple of days ago while scouring the west coast of the U.S. with Alec and Demitri, I picked up something unusual- a vision. A vision of the future, a power possessed by a vampire somewhere close by. In the vision I saw eight vampires walking into the grand hall of the Volturi claiming that their daughter was here, with them was a hulking Indian man, clearly infuriated. We arrived back in Volterra a couple of minutes ago, to alarm the others, no one seemed that surprised to me, just confused. Shouldn’t webe angry? Shouldn’t we be getting ready for this impending attack? Who was this daughter? No one bore children here except for my mother- only my mother.
“Dawn…” My mother slowly walked towards me holding her hands out in front of her to embrace me. Something about the way her face looked told me this wasn’t going to be good- whatever it was. I backed away from her- I didn’t want her to touch me and tell me whatever she was thinking. I knew it was going to be bad.
“Just say it mother, we don’t have time for apologies. I want to know what this is about. Who is Renesmee?” I asked. Everyone winced at the name, as if it was so painful to hear.
“I was conceived by a human…with a vampire father. It was a rare occurrence but it did happen. I am one of the only vampire’s that can have children and that’s how your father found me and we had you.” She paused, a pained look on her face. “Before your father and I were together…there was someone else. His name was-”
“Jacob.” I interrupted remembering his name and face so vividly. My mother began to cry.
“He was a shape shifter that had imprinted on me when I was born. He was once in love with my mother but all of that disappeared when he saw me and my mother was turned into a vampire during labor. We lived together happily until…” The sentence was left hanging and my mother clenched her eyes shut tight. My father looked disgusted and I didn’t want to know why.
“Stop, stop stop! What does this have to do with the eight vampires? Who is Renesmee?”
“I am Renesmee, Dawn. Before I came here that was my name, I came here to live with your father and raise you as a member of the Volturi guard. Don’t you remember it Dawn? Think back to a time when you were first born- the ground was covered with snow and trees were scattered outside of your window. Do you remember it?” I closed my eyes and I faint picture colored my mind with grays and whites.
Yes, the ground was covered in a soft blanket of snow and it was very dark, I could only see my mothers face because of the soft moonlight outside of the window. I could hear the crying and my fathers voice, low and gentle. I looked up at my father and I could see him smiling down at me, but it was a different kind of smile- I had never seen my father like that before. It was a little scary to be honest, who was this man? I remember the smells of all different sorts of people, a bright light in my face and the soft blue of the never ending sky outside of my window. I was in a plane, buried in my mother’s hair listening to her and my father’s hushed, angry whispers. They fought a lot back then, I remember that.
“I remember.” I said eyes still closed. “But why? Why did you leave your Jacob?”
“It was the right thing to do Dawn. Even though it hurt so badly, I left behind uncles, and aunts and parents and grandparents. I left behind everything to come here with you. All for you.” Her voice was wispy and quiet and for a moment I hated her.
“So now their coming here? All because you couldn’t tell them the truth right?” She cocked her head back in surprise.
“It’s not like that Dawn. You need to understand how dangerous their coming is. Jacob is clearly angry and he has a very short temper- completely out of control. He’s come to kill your father surely. He’ll stop at nothing.” My eyes were bright with fury then because though I was angry at my mother’s secret, I would do anything to protect her. She was my mother after all.
“What do we do then? Just sit here and wait for our demise? I won’t let that happen.” I marched towards the barred windows of the castle searching for a sign, anything that would signal to their approach.
“The Cullen’s, my family, would never do anything to harm someone I loved. They’ve always been a peaceful family, doing what’s right. I don’t think we’ll have a problem with them and it would be quite a joy for you to meet them- though I can’t say the same for Jacob. He has issues with me and your father, as do the rest of my family, just not on such a large scale. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” She tried to give me her best smile but it only turned out to look like a stressed frown. My father stepped forward but then looked down at the ground. My mother and him glanced at each other for no more then a single heartbeat and then he walked away quietly and quickly trying not to look back. He was beyond upset.
Aro and Jane quietly discussed the matters of their arrival while my mother and I stood drained in the middle of the room. I could feel my father somewhere in the castle, angry, saddened, worried, frightened, heartbroken and then back to angry. I tried not to think about him for the moment, his emotions were so confusing but as I felt my mother’s emotions I was even more puzzled, she was thrilled and excited and hopeful. How was I supposed to feel? I was left standing here waiting for the execution of my father- if that’s what was happening, with hardly any information at all. How could something so terrible be so wonderful to my mother? I walked up to my room in a daze, still not entirely comprehensive of the situation. They gave me so little facts and so little time, how could I possibly be happy about meeting my long lost family with this danger lurking in the shadows? So I would wait… and they would come, sooner or later.
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