THE REST OF TOMORROW
Chapter 9: Sad and Alone Renesmee's POV When I began to wake up, the smell was different, and there wasn't the rumbley noise of an airplane. It was damp, but I wasn't cold. The blanket covering me wasn't as scratchy as the one in the plane. Since I was so afraid, it was difficult to make my eyes open. Instead I looked at my memories, hearing Dad's voice as he read my favorite book, Peter Pan. It seemed like forever ago when he was talking to me, and when we were on the Island. Finally, I was brave enough to open my eyes. When I did, I found I was in a huge room, only it wasn't like anyplace I'd ever been. The walls were rock, like the floor which was covered by a really big rug with all sorts of designs and colors. As I sat up there was something different. When I held my arms out I saw that I had a white shirt on, with long sleeves. Kicking the covers back I found that it wasn't a shirt but a nightgown that I was wearing. That was scary because I didn't remember getting here or anyone helping me dress. Sometimes, when I'd fallen asleep at home, my dad would carry me upstairs and get my nightgown on me without waking me up, but he was gone and I was alone. Something clicked and twisted. As fast as I could, I pulled the brown covers and sheets over me, watching the other end of the big room. The door opened and there was tapping as well as the sound of someone walking slowly. My heart began to beat pretty fast, and I tried to remember to be brave. There wasn't anyone here to help me, so I would have to do this all by myself. "You have slept for quite some time," the person walking toward me said. I chewed on my bottom lip, wanting to cry. Everyone who talked to me sounded scary. None of them had hurt me, but I wasn't sure what they would do, eventually. "There is no need for you to be frightened of us, Renesmee," the man said as he got closer. His face was wrinkled, worse than Vasile's. Vasile was the one who took care of me on the plane rides; well he just brought me things to eat and took me to the bathroom when I had to go. "How do you know my name," I finally asked, still trying to be brave. This man said I didn't have to be afraid, but I was. All I wished was for my dad to come through the door and take me home. "There is much I know about you," he answered as he sat down on the other end of my bed. "May I know your name?" The strange man with the long, dark, black hair smiled at me. His teeth were yellow in places, and his smile wasn't as friendly as someone I knew. "Nicoli. I'm sorry if we frightened you by not talking to you before now, but your being with us is of great importance." When he didn't say anything else I took in a breath. He smelled really bad, not like my Jacob. I'm not sure I knew the words that described what he smelled like, but I would have to remember to hold my breath as much as I could. "I most likely don't smell that good to you. I'm sorry for that. This will be your chamber while you stay with us. There are books on the shelves over there," he explained, pointing to the right, "There is a dresser full of clothes that should fit you. Anything else you need will be provided. Right now I need to know if you are feeling thirsty." Until he said that, I hadn't felt anything. Now my throat began to burn, and I nodded slowly, unsure of what to do or say next. Finally my mind helped me out a little, "Why did you take me?" This time Nicoli chuckled, and it was scary to hear him do that, but I sat still, waiting for him to answer. "Now is not the time to divulge in that. One of the others will bring you something to eat and something for your thirst." As soon as he moved to stand up, everything got scary. "Please, let me go home." Nicoli started toward the door, shaking his head. "That is no longer an option for you, my child." It was really hard, but I waited for him to close my door before I let out my breath, feeling my heart hurting. He wasn't going to let me go home, and my family didn't know where I was at all. The tears came, and I let them drip down my cheeks not wanting to cry, but there wasn't anything else to do. I leaned back, taking in a breath, smelling the scent of the laundry soap they used on the blankets. It was lavender, but it didn't make anything better. "Daddy, if you can, try and hear me. I don't want to be here any more." After that I did cry not caring if anyone heard me or not. Nicoli's POV Centuries ago, before the Common Era, I was born different than anyone else. On the outside I looked like any other small child, but there was a rage in me that I didn't understand. As I grew, so did the rage. Uncontrollable and different, my family cast me out and I didn't have any fear of being alone. I could read, so I educated myself reading any book I could find available for me to steal. Fifteen years after my birth, one moon lit evening; I was pillaging a small shack I thought to be abandoned not far from the city of Prague. Just as I was about to leave, the door opened and a large man entered the main room. When he saw me, he dropped his things and rushed forward. That rage inside of me seemed to boil over causing me great pain. If the man was still there I wasn't aware as my body began to twist and grow in ways that weren't normal. I screamed as loud as I could and when the pain was gone and I could see again, the one room shack was wrecked, and the man shredded up dead on the floor. As I tried to move, there was something different, and when I took in a breath I could smell everything. Something shuffled and I spun around looking at the ground seeing two large paws. For a long time after that my memories were muddled and confusing. It was years later when there was a name for me, Werewolf, or Child of the Night. Since that time I've learned to control myself, but not before creating others like me. Some of my children never learned to stifle the rage when the moon shown bright in the night sky, drawing attention to our kind. A Century later they came, massacring the wild ones and even those who were tamer. One among them strove to be rid of us all. Only after a hand full of us got away and went into hiding did the atrocities against myself and my children stop. Little is known of us in today's world, and a common misconception is that we cannot control ourselves. Seated at my desk, I looked at my journal, reading the words I had written so many years ago. If there was a reason for writing down a brief history of how I began, I'm unsure of what it is. Perhaps because times are changing, and I need to understand just what took place all those many years ago. "Father," Grigory announced as he entered my chamber. He was one of the youngest of our kind, still new to this life, still very temperamental as I once was. "Yes, my son." "Forgive me, but I still can't understand why we are keeping her here when we could just be rid of her." "Plans such as these require careful thought and a great deal of patience. If we acted now, those who love that child might find us and we would be back to where we began." "But she isn't a child, not in the way most are," Grigory stated, shifting on his feet nervously. "She is very special because no one made her into what she is. Like me she had a beginning, and I wish to understand that better. When I have what I need from her, we will take action, but until then no one is to hurt her or frighten her that includes you, my son." He nodded once before leaving, and I shook my head taking in a deep breath. The young ones still had so much to learn, and my only wish is that one day we could come out of hiding so they could be a part of the living world. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Renesmee's POV When my eyes opened again, my face felt dry from my tears. I breathed in and smelled something sweet. As I sat up something on the other side of the room moved and there was rattling. When I slid off the bed it growled. It was afraid of me, and that hurt. Right now I was afraid, and I knew how that felt. Remembering my memory sharing I shut my eyes and sent it memories of me with Gracie and Harvey. The animal didn't growl after that, and as I got across the room I saw what it was. He was a tiger. "I'm supposed to kill you and I don't think I should," I whispered. The tiger was chained to the wall and had stopped pacing when I talked to him. Knowing he couldn't hurt me, I moved closer and the stupid thing plopped down on his side. He liked me now, and that wasn't good. "We can't be friends. I can't like you, because you're just one more animal that will get hurt because of me." The door rattled and the tiger got back up and growled again. When it opened Vasile walked in with a plate of food. "Is he too much for you?" "No, I'm not thirsty right now." Across the room close to my bed, Vasile put the plate down on my desk. "You must drink if you are to be strong," he said as he walked closer to me and to the tiger. My new friend growled low, and Vasile laughed before he left us alone. Once I was sure Vasile wasn't going to bother me, I went to my plate and found a rare steak waiting for me. Eating meat wasn't so bad, but I didn't want the tiger to get hungry so I pulled my steak in half and went back to him. "Don't get used to this, eventually I have to find a way to end you," I whispered as he ate the meat I handed over to him. Feeling sad and lonely, I sat down close enough to touch the tiger and already figured out a name for him. "Well, Saber, I guess for a little bit we can be friends, will you mind that?" The stupid cat licked my hand and I shut my eyes. "Daddy, find me before I have to kill Saber." ~*~*~*~*~ Nicoli POV Finding the child asleep against the full grown Siberian Tiger surprised me. The huge male didn't growl or make a sound, but it was evident that he was going to protect her and that presented a problem. When Vasile was present for the Volturi confrontation in Washington, he said a few of the members of the Cullen Clan had special abilities. It never occurred to me that Renesmee would have those same tendencies, and I wondered, as I stood watching her sleep, just what else she was able to do. "Renesmee," I called out, watching as she snuggled closer to her protector. "Child, you need to wake now," I said a bit more forcefully than was my intent. The girl stirred and sat up. "He's my friend now," she whispered, placing her hand on the tiger's back. "Ahh, but you don't understand that if he is that, it would make it difficult for my sons and the others to come and take care of you." "No, Saber will listen to what I say." "That animal is meant for your thirst! If you won't kill him then I will send one of my sons to do the job for you!" I snapped, feeling my rage rise a notch. The force of my voice caused Renesmee to flinch back and tears formed in her eyes. "When I return in an hour you will have finished him off." Being firm with any child is the key to controlling them, and this one was no different than one of my younger sons. If I was to learn about her, then she had to be willing to listen to my commands and there was no getting around that. ~*~*~*~*~ Renesmee's POV When Nicoli left I took in deep breaths, trying not to cry even as Saber licked the tears from my face. For a while I thought Nicoli was nice, but just now he showed me that he wasn't. "How am I supposed to kill you?" I asked, while my voice shook with the pain at knowing I had to do that now. Saber looked at me with his blue eyes and I shut mine. It would be just like the cat in the jungle near Rio. Without opening my eyes I got up and climbed on Saber's back. The stupid cat didn't move away like he should have, because he didn't know what I was. I rested my head against his shoulder, wanting to go to sleep so I could wake up and not be here, but this wasn't one of my dreams. "Saber, I'm sorry about doing this too you. I will try and be fast okay," I told him, rubbing my hand over his soft hair. My throat was still burning and I made my mind think about that and how good it would feel to drink blood. Taking in a deep breath I tensed my body. Saber growled once before I grabbed him firmly, turned his head and bit into his neck hard, snapping open the veins there. The stupid cat didn't even try and get away and only cried once as I did. Still I drank his blood until my throat felt cool, and my body felt warm and sleepy at the same time. I didn't open my eyes until I knew I was away from him, and once my eyes were open, I ran to my bed tripping once because my tears made it hard to see. With my covers pulled over me I cried again. "I want my daddy and mommy, please let me go home, please," I said over and over knowing they never would. That thought hurt me more and my stomach began to burn just a little. I gasped, they didn't know about my medicine and I had forgotten. "Nicoli, I need to talk to you," I called out gasping for breath as I sat up. "Please talk to me." I'm not sure how long I cried, but when there wasn't anything left I stopped and my body was shaking. I used the soft brown sheets to wipe my face and that was when the door opened again. "You did as I said, I'm proud of you, Renesmee." I didn't want him to be proud, but I was too scared to tell him that. "I have ulcers, and my medicine is home." Nicoli walked slowly to my bed tapping his cane on the floor. On the other side of my chamber two werewolves took Saber's body away and I felt my throat get tight. "We were unaware of that," Nicoli said as he sat on the other end of my bed again. "I got sick last summer and had to be in a hospital." He shook his head back and forth. "That is a problem. Perhaps there is a reason why you have them." "Grandpa says there isn't a way of knowing why I have them, just that worry and stress makes them worse." "Hmm, I'm wondering if he had any better theories." Nicoli sat still on my bed with his eyes shut, "We will find a way to get your medicine. Right now I don't want you to worry. We won't put you through anymore heart ache like that with the tiger. Do you think you can manage drinking blood from a cup?" "I do that from home, human blood, but we better use animal here." When he stood up his lips pushed in a tight line, and I leaned back against my pillow, afraid. "We will decide what to do about that. You need your rest, Renesmee." I did feel tired, but I was too afraid to move until Nicoli was on his way out of my chamber. Once he was gone and the door was locked, I got up and went to the book shelf. There were lots of books I had already read, and a few I had not. Among them were several books with the name OZ in the title. I picked up the first, one named The Wonderful Wizard of OZ, and took it back to my bed. I hoped that if I got lost in a story I wouldn't worry so much, or feel so sad and alone. ~*~*~*~*~ AN: First my thanks to Mac and her wonderful Beta check and suggestions. Thanks goes out to all of you who have stuck with me and are still with me to this point. I'm hoping you guys understand what Nicoli wrote in his journal and what that means. More on his history will be revealed and this isn't like what Nessie and Nahuel are. The story may take a darker turn but I am not going to do anything physically bad to Nessie. That said mentally might be another story. I hope you guys will still stick with me on this and her family will find her, that I promise. I won't span it over years either, but anyway enough of that. I don't have any set date on updates now, I'll try not to bombard you guys with too much but if you like that then I'll fire away... okay the end for now. Thanks for all the reviews. Maddy, I'll take care of Edward in the next few chapters just for you. :) ~Ella~
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