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Chapter 8

Renesmee felt a nudging against her shoulder and it took her a second to realize it was her dad.

"What's up sweetie? Please tell me what you're thinking. How did you know about this…this…thing?" Edward was hesitant in this whole situation. He wasn't sure himself if he wanted to know how his daughter came to know about this unusual blade.

Instead of saying a word, Renesmee just looked up into her father's eyes from her place on the sofa. She looked at him as if to say 'sorry for not telling you' and then slowly let her mental walls down.

Even though her eyes were locked on her father's she could feel the stillness that had overtaken the room; she could slowly see the face of her dad change from worried to livid; she could tell that something bad was going to come from all of this and yet she couldn't get her mind to stop replaying Simon's words, "They know it's gone Renesmee, and they are pissed," which only made Edward's mouth turn into a fierce snarl.

She wasn't sure if it was Simon's words or the way that he said them that caused her father's reaction but right then in there she knew her feeling was right…something bad was going to come of this.

Instead of thinking about that fact though, Renesmee began to let her mind wander over Simon's words again, only this time she was focusing in on his body language. What was that stern, intense look in his eyes? Why couldn't she understand?

The answer came to her immediately; even though she looked like and had the mental capabilities of a teen she was really only an adolescent. At this moment Renesmee zoned out everything around her: her dad's face, her family around her, the room she was in. She never let herself think of these things but right now she couldn't help it…she couldn't help but think of the fact that even to her family's standards, she wasn't normal. She never had the memories of growing up over the years in a human household and being turned into what she is like her mom and everyone else in her family. She never attended grade school or made friends the "old-fashioned" way. Actually, now that she thought about it, she didn't really have any friends. Bella and Edward were her parents. Rosalie was the protective motherly type. Alice was like an annoying sister who treated her like her own life-sized Barbie. Esme was the typical grandmother always smothering her and baking her cookies. Emmett was like an older obnoxious brother and Jacob was a loner, only coming to like when she was in trouble. Jacob and the wolves could sometimes be considered friends she thought, but at times they were even more immature than her.

Jacob…she let her mind linger on the thought of him a little longer than the rest. She wasn't sure what she felt for him…he was like her big brother, her protector. Not quite a friend but not a family member either.

Her mind then drifted to Simon and the way he looked at her on the front porch. Simon could be her friend. Yes, she decided at that moment, he could be my friend.

She could tell he was different, just like her. He was a vampire for sure, but he also held himself like a human would. It's a strange combination, she thought, and with a sudden excitement screamed maybe he's like me! in her head. Maybe I'm not as alone as I thought she added as an afterthought.

She continued to let herself get lost in her thoughts for a minute longer and then looked back up from her lap to the rest of her family.

She could instantly tell that her dad had taken himself out of her head, and by the way he was anxiously pacing across the room she figured he had excused himself from her thoughts when she began to go on her little rant. She loved her dad for that…knowing when to back off from reading her thoughts – for giving her privacy.

Renesmee could also tell that Edward had yet to tell the family what he had just learned. Maybe he's trying to think of the right words? she figured.

Edward didn't have to worry about what to say however because in that moment Alice, who had by now taken a seat on the couch, sucked in a hard breath instantly breaking the tension in the room and causing a "fan club" to surround itself around her.

"They're coming," she said. "Now."

Everyone, except Edward and Renesmee, looked at each other in shock. They were about to speak their thoughts when they noticed Alice get a dazed look in her eyes…another vision.

Alice mumbled incoherently as she reached blindly for her pad.

Jasper moved fast and placed the sketch pad on her lap and charcoal pencil in her hand. As quick as lightning she drew a scene that Cullen's knew instantly was going to take place in a matter of minutes.

All four teenagers they had met in the strange mansion, with looks of anger and determination were standing before a forest…like the one in their front yard.

Jasper noticed that the girl's face, Clary, looked terrified, worried and maybe even guilty.

Why would she possibly feel guilty? He wondered. I'm the one who stole from them. I'm the one who had taken their blade.

I'm the one who has just most likely broken any chance we had at making allies with these kids, he added…and as an afterthought realized, I'm the one who just endangered my family.

Right, Jasper thought, You have nothing to feel guilty about Clary…I'm the one who should be feeling that.

He looked around the room at the only family he had ever really known and then down to the seraph blade that was still in his hand. He couldn't deny that he was mesmerized by it. The way it shimmered as the light from the room reflected off of it; the way it glowed on its own free will. He couldn't help but be fascinated by the tiny etching in the glass that the human eye would have never been able to see. They were strange marks that seemed to swirl and spin. The blade seemed almost alive.

All those years of fighting…all those years of being a confederate soldier, of aiding Maria in her creation of a newborn army he had never encountered a weapon like the one he now possessed in his hand. He didn't know how to use it and he didn't know what kind of damage it could inflict.

And right at this moment, that scared him.

By now Alice had finished her drawing and Jasper noticed that each and every one of the strange teens had strange unintelligible markings covering their bodies. The marks looked as though they had gotten tribal tattoos. The way that the markings almost "lit up" on their skin reminded Jasper of the etchings in the blade.

Another mystery he considered.

What really got Jasper's attention were the weapons they were holding in the sketch. Each of them were carrying a blade identical to the one Jasper had taken in their right hands. The tall girl, the one Jasper remembered as Isabelle, held what looked like a whip in her left hand. Alec, Jasper recalled, seemed to have just thrown something from the way his left arm was positioned and the fact that a knife was drawn in the air by Alice.

Jace, who Jasper believed to be the leader, could be seen holding nothing but the seraph blade like the one each of the others had, but Jasper knew instantly that he was there to fight just by the look of intense determination Alice had drawn on his face. Jasper also noticed a tiny smirk drawn into Jace's mouth telling Jasper that a fight was exactly what Jace wanted.

Looking at the depiction of the three of these people who he had just met Jasper couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. He had no idea the amount of training these individuals had and by judging on the weapons room they have and the look of smug confidence on their faces he guessed they had a lot.

The only one who looked as though she could be easily taken down was Clary. She looked more timid than the rest with a dagger held loosely to her side and less markings on her skin than the others. To Jasper it didn't look as though she wanted to fight.

Sorry, he thought to Clary as he instinctively marked her as the weakest link and his target. This is my fault.

Jasper guessed that the rest of his family were also taking their time analyzing Alice's photo representation of what was about to happen because it was around the same time he looked up from the picture that the rest of his family turned to vampire speed and snapped into action.

There was no need for the Cullen's to use weapons normally so naturally they didn't have any real artillery lying around.

The Cullen's weren't stupid though. They were about to go up with strangers who they knew nothing about. They were going into a blind fight, and their opponents obviously used weapons they obviously knew how to use. They had to prepare themselves some way.

While the family began to run around the house finding things that they might need to use in case this became a battle royale, Alice sat motionless and silent on the couch, sketch pad still propped on her lap.

She turned and looked at Renesmee who had also not moved from her original spot next to Alice on the couch.

"Ness…the vampire, where did he go? I know he didn't leave." Alice whispered to Renesmee, but living with a clan of vampires, everyone in and around the house heard what she had said.

Renesmee had forgotten that Alice had probably known about her conversation with Simon on the porch before she had ever "told" her father. In reality she had no idea where Simon went to after their conversation. She remembered that he said he had to hurry back to the others before they noticed he was gone. Maybe he stayed to watch over what was going to happen? Maybe he stayed to keep an eye on thing?

Her unspoken questions were answered in the next instant when she heard a rustling coming from downstairs.

She rushed down the stairs to see Simon being held by both arms in a vice grip by her uncle's.

Renesmee felt a wave of panic surge through her as she took the scene in. He had come to warn us! They shouldn't be treating him like an enemy!

Forgetting to put up her mental block Edward heard all of his daughter's thoughts and turned to look at her with a look of exasperation and sadness. She could, at times, be just as exhausting and confusing as Bella had been when she was human. Not to mention she was still a child and could not fully grasp the situation that they were currently in.

Subtly shaking his head, Edward switched gears, turning to his brothers and Simon…zeroing in on their thoughts.

They'll listen to us if we have him. We won't have to fight them.

Edward thought about what Jasper had just "said" and gave him a look as though to agree.

Simon, catching the exchange between the two, new instantly what they were thinking…

If they think that that asshole Jace won't run right through me to get to them they've got another thing coming.