January 30, 2014
Hello, my diary readers! I just wanted to apologize for the late entry and to apologize for this short one. I promise the next one will be longer! Thank you for reading! Love-Sabrina
The next day I got up with a weird sense of foreboding. I told myself that everything was fine. I leapt out of bed, careful not to jostle Jacob, who was still sleeping soundly. I walked into the living room and was greeted with everyone already alert for the day ahead. Mom filled me in on last night’s events slowly while Gran got me some food.
We had the head of the Brotherhood, Marshall, hidden in an underground bunker near Mom and Dad’s cottage. It was also part of the cottage’s main structure, as the basement, but when the rest of the family re-made it, they cut it out. While we had Amelia, Aunt Alice and Rose had been refurnishing it as a sort of prison. That’s where Marshall and my uncle’s were now. We couldn’t really let him go, but Grandpa had made it abundantly clear that killing him wasn’t an option.
We weren’t killers.
He had already informed us everything we needed to know. They had called Maggie, our friend from the Irish coven, who had a rare gift. She could tell if someone was lying. We really needed to know if this was the last of the Brotherhood. So they had gotten her on the phone and put her on speaker after asking her permission, and Grandpa put her in his pocket while he, Dad, and my uncles interrogated him late last night. They asked him if he and his band of misfits were the last of the Brotherhood and he told us that they weren’t a very big organization but that they had a lot of pull with the Volturi because of Amelia and Alec. He also explained that I was probably gong to be on the Voturi’s shit list for killing her, but they had no way of knowing that we were the ones who had killed off the Brotherhood, or that I had killed Amelia.
They had kept their attack secret because the Volturi wanted them to wait for the right time to demolish us. Marshall was the only one left and we had him so there was no way the Volturi would know anything. They would suspect, but that’s all they could do. They were bound by vampire law to let us be unless a major crime was committed, and the Brotherhood attacked us. We had every right—even if they found out it was us. Maggie informed us later that everything he had told us was true. We didn’t know what we were going to do with him. For now, we would just keep him captive. In the meantime, I was going to spend the whole day with Jacob. Gran laid two plates of food in front of me, stuffed with eggs, bacon, biscuits, and everything a good breakfast should be. She smiled kindly at me, holding a glass of elk blood.
“Come on, Nessie. Let’s go check on Jacob,” she said, sweetly. We slipped quietly down the hall and into Jacob’s room. He was still asleep. I sighed, gazing at him for a moment before carrying our food into the room and setting it on the bedside table. Gran handed me the glass and I gulped it down. It slid down my throat with ease and the slight burning decreased. I smiled at her and she left. I sat down and snagged a piece of bacon off my plate. I waved it in front of Jacob’s face. He blinked rapidly and took a swipe for the bacon. I inched it back out of the reach of his snapping jaws and giggled.
“Woman after my own heart. Give me the bacon,” he said, still half asleep, but a smile splayed across his face. I shoved the bacon into his waiting mouth and grabbed another. I nibbled on it and he grabbed my other hand and kissed it before sitting up and grabbing one of the plates. He greedily started digging in. He must have been starving. I started eating mine a little slower, a light smile playing at the corners of my mouth. I was halfway done with my food when he burped and set his plate down. He sat back and patted his stomach appreciatively.
“Always the best food. I swear. Thank you, Esme!” he called a little louder. A little bell from the kitchen sounded as Esme’s way of saying You’re Welcome. We both smiled and laughed a little. I placed my half-eaten plate of food on the table next to Jake’s and sat still.
“What?” he said, looking at me. I shook my head. I linked my hands together and looked at my feet. He grabbed my chin and tilted it up to look at him.
“Renesmee, tell me what’s wrong. Please, sweetheart,” he asked softly. I looked into his eyes and smiled meaningfully. I was just remembering when you told me I was your imprint. I was so happy. That’s all I’ve been thinking about since you got hurt. It’s kept me going. I sent him a piece of the memory. He smiled. He then leaned forward and kissed me hard.
“Nessie, do you think you could take me back? I want to remember the look on your face exactly. I want to remember how happy I felt to finally have you as mine,” he begged, absently tucking a stray piece of my hair behind my ear. My smile faltered but I quickly regained my composure. I didn’t know if I could do that specifically. I grabbed his hand and closed my eyes. He gasped just as the memory sparked to life . . .
Until next time,