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Nessie's POV

I looked out over the icy waters of Alaska and shivered. My coat didn't protect me from the below-freezing temperatures. The wind continued to slap in my face, causing a singing blow and dark spots in my vision. It was beginning to fade, the coldness numbing my face as it turned red. Even so, I refused to go inside with the others, or even ask Jacob, the human radiator, to stand beside me. I squinted with determined strength, and peeked at the view before me. A lake spread across the land like eagles wings and bowed to a white mountain. It was a beautiful sight. I wondered why we didn't come here before.

We had moved to Alaska a few months ago after my old boyfriend, Alex, found out that my family couldn't age. Rosalie, one who protested, believed that this was stupid; he already had found out, there was no point in running away. Me, and the rest of my family argued back that he didn't know we were vampires. Besides; I needed a fresh start with my new boyfriend – Jacob. My dad really hadn't been too happy about this, but as my mom stressed, he had known it would come for a long time. Still, my dad couldn't help but barge in when our making-out sessions were getting good.

The numbing was getting worse, but I didn't want to leave just yet. Why couldn't I be like the rest of my family and not be bothered by cold? I could barely wince as the numbing started to feel like a million knifes stabbing onto my skin. My pockets were full of hand warmers though, so I dug through them and grabbed two of them. My face barely felt the warmness as I was furiously rubbing them across my face, but they dug into the cold rock of my face and started to break it momentarily.

Large, warm hands slammed down on my shoulders. I dropped the hand warmers onto the ice in surprise, but other then that, I didn't react. I recognized the weight of them, and the even breath tickling my neck. The hands continued to slide down to my waist wrapping it within them.

"You're like an icicle," Jacob commented.

I turned. "Well, it's a good thing I have my own personal radiator then."

I was looking up at Jacob's face, his big chocolate eyes twinkling. I gave him a sly smile and a soft kiss on his smiling lips.

"What was that for?" Jacob asked. He pulled me closer.

"For you being so beautiful," I told him.

If it was possible – Jacob's smile got wider. Something sparked in me like a kindling flame being fed so it grew. Along with the flame, a desire grew. It was a desire to just, flat out, make out with him. Yes, I was seven years old, but a very, unusual, mature seven year old. I started to trace the lines where Jacob's muscles rippled. When I was finished, he took my hand tracing and cupped it in his, rubbing it against my face. I shivered, but not from the cold. I moved closer to Jacob, fast like frenzy. His arms moved from around my waist to the small of my back and shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around his waist. Our lips were going out slow, and I teased the back of his neck where his hair ended. A weird noise – a moan – roared up his throat and became a soothing note.

Almost on cue, before things were even going anywhere, my eyes got distracted. I didn't have to squint to see the figure running up to us. What I saw made me stop and frown. I slipped my lips from Jacob. I breathed heavily, as I stared at it, but Jacob hardly noticed this. He continued a line of kisses down my neck. Finally, I had enough, and I started to gently pull away out from Jacob's grasp.

"What is it?" Jacob tried to follow my gaze, but I saw he was quickly lost.

"My dad," I nearly growled. "He must have heard…"

The figure, or my dad, was about a mile away, and coming up quickly. I wanted to scream at him, even if he was hearing our thoughts, he couldn't interrupt. We should've made it a rule.

"Dad," I moaned like a whiny teenager. "I thought you had finally accepted us as a couple!"

The corners of his frowned mouth turned up as he heard this. He didn't answer as he continued walking. I peeled my eyes to his booted feet. I was amazed on how my family could walk gracefully across the snow and ice with no problem. Only I and Jacob seemed to have a problem with this. Jacob once had to slide across thin ice to avoid breaking it – it had caused me to break up into fits of laughter.

Jacob nudged me, shaking me away from the memory, and I looked up startled. Dad's face looked mournful. That was unusual for him, especially because even if something usually really was wrong, he was a good actor and played it off.

"Dad?" I said, "What's going on?"

My dad was still continuing with the slow but steady pace. "What happened?" Jacob asked.

My dad reached to a halting stop in front of us. His face was a white beautiful statue that had an everlasting effect of sadness. Though he could not cry, I could easily imagine glimmering tears sliding down the statue's cheeks. He did not answer.

"Dad!" I screamed. The statue had become unmoving, carved with the Alaskan scenery. My scream had woken him up a little, caused his face to look up. His gaze bounced to both me and Jacob, not resting on either one of us.

If I had blinked, I would've missed the sharp, but small intake of breath he took. What was going on? I turned my head to Jacob and back again quickly, but he was clueless too.

"Alice had another vision," My dad began softly. "Alice saw the Volturi."

My confused expression froze into place. The Volturi. Of course, what else would cause such a disruption that my dad would be as…unresponsive as he was?

The Volturi were an ancient group of vampires that lived in Italy. They were the government of our kind, the ones enforcing the one rule they put in place; to never let humans know vampires existed.

They were also the strongest group that no one could ever defeat, vampires feared them. That was, until very recently, a change of hands almost seven years ago. You could guess what the new battle was about – me. I could remember every detail, even though I wasn't even six months old. The Vulturi had come to Forks to kill – kill because they thought I was a vampire child. Even as their people had tried to overtake the small army my family had built, my mom had defeated them single handily just by having and using a defense power. I had felt proud of her at the time – but I couldn't be proud now because dread flooded my body and polluted it.

"What about the Volturi?" Jacob asked bravely.

I blinked. I was back at Alaska, outside, facing the lake, and away from the seven year old battle. Guilt was heavy in my heart, though I didn't completely understand why.

My dad gave a glance at me, but I couldn't unmask it because it was only for a moment. "She saw them coming. They're coming for another battle, only to truly kill this time."I gasped. The questions that should've been running through, the questions like; 'why are they coming?', 'what the hell?', 'are you serious?' weren't coming. The words didn't sink in before I began to panic, they didn't need to. The Volturi have that kind of reputation. My gasp and whimper seemed to echo off the endless Alaskan walls and ring through my head. Blackness over coated my vision and I dropped like a stone.

A/N: Well, here you have it! The squeal you've all been hoping for. I hope it started off right, slapping the plot right down on your faces quickly. Anyway, even though the plot is still forming in my head, I have to thank BerryCollector - (aka. Becky my bff) - for coming up with the original plot idea.