She turned and walked out gracefully. Once she was out the room, I counted to a hundred. With a hand trembling I touched the latest stinging bite and grimaced in pain. Blood was on my finger-tips.
I felt like crying! But will I really start blubbering like a Lost child? Give Cornelia satisfaction of knowing how I took this? No! No! No, I won't!
But, WHY ME?! Tough I would be guilty I would see someone in my place, like this. Hm. Yet again, I sighed.
I can't take this frustration much longer! I felt like screaming! I, reluctantly, brought my eyes to the look of the "food". Sigh. I picked it up the grey crap and tried it again. Uhg! I gagged. Not so bad as the first forced, a bit better. Maybe I'll get used to it? Maybe. I picked up the small bowl and dug my hand in it and chucked the gloop at the door. It made satisfying sound. I did it again. The third time as I chucked it the just before it hit the door, Cornelia appeared with a green and grey-streaked gloop on her waist, her eyes blazing with fury. I went cold with fear.
"WHY te UNGRATEFUL LITTLE...!" She let the sentence with her dangerous tone echoing hang. I squealed. Not again! She lunged at me with her teeth desperate for my blood again.

Edward

I had this inexplicable feeling, that where ever Renesmee was…she was in Italy. Under some kind of spell that made her go back to the land of her nightmares, the core. She hasn’t sent anything for weeks now… her capture was strong. Stronger than the Volturi. Stronger than anything we had encountered. But why is it Volterra? Why was Cynnddylan taking her there? There was nothing there, but ruins, of the once powerful Vampires…
We’ve been at sea for about a week, and with the strong winds, I could smell humans at the coast of Spain, very faintly, but there, but a not single essence of…Renesmee!


Renesmee

Déjà vu. This scent, it wasn’t the smell of water, well, part of it was, but the rest was a mixture of cold and damp. A rather sweet smell…but where was I?
“Get up, girl!” Cornelia hissed violently. I obeyed. My legs were numb, so it felt as I was floating, but not in a pleasant way. I started muttering under my breath, I could barely hear myself, so Cornelia probably heard no più than a buzzing.
“What, Speak up!?” she snarled. I walked up to her.
“Go to Hell.” I said. I felt a sly grin growing on my face. Her face twisted into violent fury.
“You never learn, do you, girl?! I should just leave te here.” She detto flatly, her anger masked da a cruel, sly and harsh smile. She held my arm tight and dragged me to a new and bright chamber. She let go of my arm, which was throbbing now, and threw something at me. It didn’t hurt, in fact it felt soft… clothes?
“Well I can’t have te parade around sweet England, in bloody rags, can we?” she said, there was amusement in her voice. “If te do, it’ll attract the wrong type of attention. Look at those!? They’re all bloody!” she added. I scoffed as I put on the simple white blouse.
“Shouldn’t have fed from me then…” I muttered. She glared at me. I shrugged. “You know I’m right, Corny!” I exclaimed.
“Don’t… call… me… that, EVER!” She growled.
England, that far?! And most importantly, why?! I was absolutely appalled. I realized my mouth was dropped, I closed it, embarrassed.
I again observed my new outfit; a white camicetta and jeans. THAT's the style in England? Very casual. 'Corny' was watching me closely. I stared back and shrugged.
"Why-wha-who are te going to be then?" I asked hesitantly.
"You're sister!" She detto in a cruel sarcastic tone, but somehow, I believed her.
"My...my SISTER" I spat the last word and she smiled and put her chin up. I was drowning in dread. She is so going to enjoy this. Too much.
"But-" I pointed to my neck, full of fresh 'cuts'.
"You'll be wearing one of those wraps that the English girls Amore wearing." She detto smugly. I'll make sure she won't enjoy this. I'll sulk, I'll attract too much attention - like we wont already - I'll be stubborn...
I looked at Cornelia again, then down to her waist, at the stain. I fought a smile. “It just going to get worse for you,” I thought. “For both of us - più likely me…”
I shrugged slyly and smiled smugly. She stormed up to me and, she opened her mouth, revealing her perfect teeth, she wanted to say something but stopped. Her face went blank, her expression, changed into – well it was expressionless! Then she started cackling evilly, she stared at me, and then raised one elegant black eyebrow.
“Looks like this più exiting than I first thought…!” she laughed
“What is?!” I asked
“Well… Cynddy-boy, thinks we’re in Italy, so he made your silly Cullens go there too, he put that stupid idea in their heads, but were in the England! She exclaimed.
“So…?” I said. I was very confused da this. She stopped laughing and grunted.
“Urgh! Don’t te see!? He just turned this into the most exiting game ever! He led the Cullens the wrong way, and he doesn’t know I’m here!” she exclaimed “You… are now part of a deadly game!” she added grimly, then smiled her mysterious smile. Oh great! That’s just what I want! I thought angrily…
“But…how did you…know!?” I asked.
“We have a link!” she answered in as-a-matter-of-fact voice.
‘Ahhh…Renesmee…it’s been too long!’ a voice in my mind boomed in my head
“C-c-can Cynddylan talk to some one…through their mind?” I stuttered.
“It takes up a lot of his strength to…but yeah… sometimes.” She answered simply. “Why?” she requested.
“No reason…” I replied immediately. Random! I thought, mind communication! Puh-leaz! I thought frustrated. I was now fully changed.
“God! I though you’d never finish!” Cornelia sighed coolly. I stepped out, and I was blinded, da the sun, I had to blink hard so my eyes could adjust. Cornelia walked. I saw a red car parked on the road, it was long and sleek, the windows were illegally dark, it was redder than blood itself…Hmph, ironic really, blood red car, ravenous vampire…
“Get in!” she ordered.

Edward

As Carlisle to steer the barca towards land, the breeze became atmospheric. It filled with the perfume of Cynddylan. I ground my teeth together and clenched my fists. “That evil, malevolence, devious, cunning, killing, little scoundrel,” I couldn’t describe him the right way. “If I ever…” My anger washed over me like a tsunami. It crashed over my body. It was artic cold. Jacob, who was on my right side, faced the sea and growled angrily and fiercely, his feet edged towards the side of the boat. I pulled my arm out and set it on his shoulder. He turned his head towards my apologetic face, and grimace sadly. I shook my head, lifted my hand off of his collare bone, and brought it back to my side. The barca came to a stop and Jacob and I jump gracefully off of the boat. “Thank te Sadie.” Carlisle voiced in my head. It made me flash a smile. Carlisle obviously didn’t want to say anything in this dark demanding silence. The ocean’s spray splashed through the air and flew. It breathed through my and the others hair around me. As we stepped onto the beach, the sand as golden as the rising sun, a sandstorm forming with the blusters of wind flying through the feeling of mishap. My family and I raced toward the trees, that organically grew and towered above living and non-living people, a figure appeared in-front of us, suddenly…