Bella

We had travelled to and from countries and now we were in Wales. It was raining (perfect weather for vampires) and cold. It didn’t matter because we were immune to feeling it, I was just so sick of looking for Renesmee. I just wanted to see her running to me and hugging me. I missed her so much. Edward had done his best to cheer me up but even he was finding it hard. I also felt sorry for Jacob. He was the most depressed; he had a permanent grimace on his russet face. Occasionally, I would see a girl across the street, think it was Renesmee and try and dash for the Болталка girl, but Edward would hold me back. All of us strained our noses to catch a scent of Renesmee, we came SO close to her a few days ago, but she got away, I can only hope she’s ok. I tried to find Renesmee’s scent, in hope she came through here, but it was no use.
“Are we even looking in the right place?” Rosalie moaned impatiently.
“Just shut up!” Edward snapped.
“How do even KNOW she’s in Wales? We Остаться в живых her scent, she could be anywhere on this island by now!” Rosalie snapped, all of us were dying to ask that, but none dared. Suddenly Edward’s head popped up; he’d плавить, корюшка something, I could smell it too, it was an exotic odour, sweet and inviting, but disgusting as well, in a way. This odour was not a human’s. Suddenly, in front of us appeared a woman’s figure, dark in the cover of the clouds in the skies. “Hello, and so we finally meet!” the odour matched the voice; I looked up to see a woman, in a black dress, and knee-length boots.
“Who are you?” I asked quickly, I myself barely made out the words as I сказал(-а) it.
“Cornelia Aquila Ophelia, pleased to meet Ты all, или not.” She said, expressionless. “Anyway, I can help you…” she сказал(-а) casually, as if she couldn’t care less.
“Thank you, but we’re not interested, in the price!” Jacob сказал(-а) angrily.
“Mmm, oh well, but that’s too bad, I know her PRECISE location…” she сказал(-а) persuading, I was falling for it, and I just wanted Renesmee back, where she belongs. So did Jacob, he didn’t need to say it, it was written on his face…

Renesmee

Cynddylan came into my room and sat on my silk bedding. “I’m going to go and hunt again, just to be full so I’m not…tempted. Will Ты be OK?” I was very happy he was going to leave, not because I didn’t like him, (which I didn’t really) it was because I was sick of him watching my every move. Everywhere I went, I felt his eyes on my back. It was like having a stalker Ты had to live with. I just listed and nodded my head, then rested it on the подушка again. “I will,” a yawn, “probably just fall asleep again.” And try not to get killed by your manic sister, I thought. Cynddylan nodded and left the room. When I heard the door shut faintly, I counted to sixty, and then jumped out of bed. I felt the need to explore, just to find something new. I went into the кухня to find an oak cracked door in the corner that I hadn’t noticed before. I shuffled to it, almost afraid. When I reached it I reached my hand out to touch the doorknob. I twisted my hand and opened the door reluctantly. It opened with a squeak and darkness stood before me. I could only just make out a staircase below me. I stepped out onto it and traced the Стена to the side and behind me, for the light switch. I felt it and flicked it on, light appeared in front of me, leaving me blind for a moment. When my eyes adjusted and I was blind no longer, my eyes came across a small cellar, filled with wine and spirits. They were all at least ten years old. I took a bottle of each. I thought it might lighten my mood.
I got a glass and poured in the wine. I took a sip, sour, sweet and bitterly pleasant. I took a bigger sip and another and drank the whole glass I knew it was now good, but it was soothing deep in my mind. I drank and drank. I felt my senses melt and my instincts loosen. I finished the bottle. Already? I went back down and this time to try some vodka… I carried on.

Cynddylan

I was full, maybe too full. But at least I knew I won’t get tempted around Renesmee for a while. I walked slowly towards the old shack, the aroma of alcohol around it. “Hey. Cynddylan! Hi!” she yelled, she held a glass in her hand, as if making a toast.
“Er… hi, Renesmee.” I сказал(-а) slowly, I stood there. I was reluctant to move. She stood up and skipped toward me, then stopped.
“Have Ты been drinking?” I said, my forehead creased in a frown. She got up shakily, nearly falling over twice, and stumbled to me. I was Холодное сердце and disgusted with myself. How could I have left her, knowing that she would go exploring and find the cellar? Renesmee’s legs failed in front of me and instinctively, without thinking, my arms went out to catch her. She smiled her drunken smile and laughed hysterically. “My h-hero,” she сказал(-а) hiccupping once. Then she pressed her lips against mine. My mind raced and I influenced Edward to call me on my mobile. My phone vibrated in my jean pockets. I pulled away from Renesmee and answered my phone. “Hello?” I said. “Hell-who is that in the background?” Edward questioned quickly. “Um-I’ll call Ты back.” I closed the phone and put it back in my pocket. Renesmee was holding a bottle of empty водка and being confused as to why it was. Then she turned to me and smiled for the third time. “Now… where were we?” Renesmee сказал(-а) playfully,
“YOU were going to bed!” I сказал(-а) seriously, authority lacked in my voice. The phone rang again, I opened it, I didn’t listen I just yelled into it
“LOOK! I SAID, I’LL CALL Ты BACK!” and snapped it shut. I grabbed Renesmee by the shoulders and held her back. She frowned. “We were in the middle of taking Ты to bed.” She then laughed frenziedly and began to get the hiccups. I tried to take her to постель, кровати but she just stayed in the same place. “I-I think I’m going to be sick.” She then threw up all over my new plimsolls. Oh my god whatever next? I thought and kicked off my, lose-fitting shoes into the corner. “OK,” I сказал(-а) and picked up Renesmee. I took her to her bedroom and kissed her forehead. I opened my phone and called Edward.
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