A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

~Chapter Fourteen~
Master Plan
Renesmee woke up slowly, fading in and out of consciousness. She blinked and turned her head to
the side. Her vision was blurry, but she didn’t recognize anything around her. She took a deep
breath and attempted to sit up. She was too weak to move much. Confused, she tried to remember
what had happened.
She had realized that she was still in love with Jacob and wanted to tell him. Just when she was
going to, he’d growled and looked to the woods like there was a Bloodsucker around. She didn’t wait
to see what was going on; she’d closed and locked the window before getting in her bed, terrified for
Jacob. She’d held Ephraim close and prayed her Shifter would be okay. A few moments later, she’d
heard a click and a snap then her window slid open. She had thrown the covers off, hoping that it
was Jacob. Of course it was too much to wish for. The white-haired Bloodsucker stood staring at her
with a sadistic smirk. She drew in a breath to scream. He had streaked across the room and put his
freezing palm over her mouth.
“Hush,” he said. His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. “I can’t have you alerting the
Shifters yet. Don’t worry; I won’t hurt you much.” He pulled a syringe from his cloak and smiled
again. Renesmee whimpered and tried to wriggle away from him, but his arm was immovable. She
closed her eyes tightly and screamed as best as she could when he pushed the needle into her
bicep. He put the syringe away and stood up with her. Her head was clouded by the time he
reached the dresser. She saw him take out a piece of paper and set it on top. He smiled at her
again. His face became blurry, then everything went dark.
She shook her head in an attempt to clear it and understand more. The space around her was still
unfocused, but she was able to see objects more clearly. She was in what looked like a room in a log
cabin. It was empty aside from her, a metal cart with various things set out, and the table she’d
been laid out on. She took a slow breath and noticed the scents of alcohol, wood, and something
sweet she couldn’t place. She tried again to sit up. When she couldn’t, she lifted her arm. It felt like
it weighed a hundred pounds. She looked at her hand for a moment before she put it back down
and closed her eyes. Aside from the weakness, she seemed to be okay physically. She wasn’t in any
pain, at least. She sighed and thought of Jacob. She had to trust that, somehow, he would find her.
~*~
Jacob followed the scent trail, dedicating every vengeful though to the Bloodsucker and what he was
going to do to it once it was found. The letter kept running through his mind. What had the
Bloodsucker meant by I will do my best to make sure she does not die at my hands? If Jacob found
her in anything less than perfect condition, he would make damn sure the Bloodsucker suffered as
slow and painful a death as he could give.
Found anything yet? Quil asked. It was hard for him to focus with his alpha’s thoughts and the
strongly conflicting emotions attached to them. He knew exactly how much Renesmee meant to
Jacob; he’d be just as lost if it had been Claire.
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