I made out a black figure, and a cloak draped on his shoulders.
“CYNNDDYLAN!” I roared furiously, he approached us, and then threw his cloak off onto the ground.
“You called…?” he asked quietly, his eyes amused and challenging.
“Where is my daughter?” I demanded.
“How should I know? Well, it’s not MY fault you cant look after her properly.” He said smugly “But… I DO know WHERE she is… for a price!” he added, my eyes widened with anger and disgust.
“I don’t want to play your stupid games!” I shouted angrily, he rose an eyebrow and smiled, but it was a cold, humourless smile, but the smile didn’t reach his bloody eyes.
“… But this IS a game –a deadly game… and your daughter is the prize!” he said coldly.
“You DISGUST me!” Jacob spat, Cynddylan laughed. “You’re an animal!” Jacob added.
Cynddylan laughed even harder.
“Well, I’m a vampire! Of course I’m not human! And besides, who are you to speak, mutt?” he suppressed a laugh, and added emphasis on the last word. Jacob let out a short humourless laugh.
“Not humane either…” Jacob snorted.
“You imbecile!” I said calmly. Cynddylan raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“What?” he asked, there was no humour in his voice now, but his eyes remained hard and challenging.
“M-my daughter is in-in E-England, with y-y-your demented SISTER…” I stuttered with anger and disbelief, I had no idea he had a sister. Cynddylan smiled slyly, revealing his white teeth which appeared to ‘glow’ in the darkness. Evil anticipation and pleasure glowed in his eyes.
“Well done. Ra ra, go Vampires go!” he cheered sarcastically. The evil vampire stood in front of, his smug features changing. Confusion and disbelief was written in his stone face. “What did you say; my sister is with Nessie in England?” Cynddylan’s normal, arrogant self, had disappeared and he was genuinely confused. His ‘happy’ expression dissolved, his eyes widened slightly, and were replaced caution and bitter regret. “Yes that is what we said.” I spoke up after a few moments of awkward silence. “You can’t have done! You’re lying! We made a deal!” Cynddylan shouted, not giving in. Jacob just said very calmly and clearly, “And what deal was that?” but Cynddylan just carried on the fight with words as if Jacob had never spoken. I had to give Jacob some credit for not lunging for him and killing him at that moment. He was shaking violently but controlling himself as if he was controlling it around Renesmee. His mind spoke otherwise and was raging and cursing every curse in the world. He was angry. That was an understatement. I heard thoughts running through his head, and then I heard, a new voice, womanly, but I could hear no words, I gave up trying, but Cynddylan remained with his regretful expression.
“What is it my sister?!” He hissed.
–YOU FOOL! The voice boomed in his head so loud, I blinked in surprise.
–Well I’m sorry; I thought you were here…Cynddlylan said in his mind to her. Then I heard the woman cursed. Cynnddylan realised I could hear him. His voice and the woman’s just ‘fizzled out’ I couldn’t hear his what they were saying, I strained to hear what they were saying, a mere essence of their voices would do! Cynddylan is having a conversation with someone, but why can’t I hear it? I thought, frustrated that I couldn’t. I was raging anyway, but this was just making me fuming. I literally thought steam was coming out Jacob’s and my ears. Even Bella’s maybe. As I turned to face my lovely wife, she collapsed onto the grainy sand. BELLA! She collapsed and fell to the floor. Her body was shaking, she was stuttering loudly with pain. I ran to her and knelt beside her. I scanned her mind to find what was happening to her. Then I saw it. And felt it. The pain was extraordinary. It burned my mind and made me feel dizzy.

Renesmee

We rode in Cornelia’s car,
“You fool!” she hissed loudly, I flinched, I thought she was talking to me, but she was completely ignoring me, good, I suppose. There was a slight silence and she spoke again,
“How could you let them find out!” she yelled, again, there was a brief silence.
“Well get them OFF my trail, you imbecile!” she snarled, was she speaking to Cynddlylan?
“Fine!” she growled. What was happening? Suddenly the car broke into an incredible speed which I couldn’t guess what it was.
“What happened?” I asked quietly,
“SHUT UP, girl!” she snapped immediately, me and my big mouth I thought. I knew that what happened probably corrupted her plans. I wonder if it was the Cullens –NO! I was too afraid to hope. But what if it was? My mind started t put the pieces together; my family was coming –maybe- and they encountered Cynddylan, who (as Cornelia said) said they were going to Italy, because Cynddylan put that idea in there heads, but then Edward must of found out, which was what the shouting was about, they were on the right trail, an- the idea evaporated when the car stopped promptly, the door swung open, and Cornelia grabbed my arm and pulled me out, “You’ll attract attention if you’re going to do that!” I said slyly. She silenced me with on of her deadly glares. We were in front of a gas station… on a Sunday morning, of course! Rush hour! That’ll get delayed, I hope.

30 Minutes later, we still had no fuel, when suddenly Cornelia’s head popped up, she smelt something, her expression became a blend of anger, caution and maybe, just a HINT of fear, I smelt it too now, a familiar and warm scent approaching, the Cullens!
“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!” she ordered, I didn’t have to obey because, she can’t punish me, she can’t bite me hear, with so many witnesses, and with no fuel her car won’t go! Perfect!!
“No!” I protested, “You have no jurisdiction over me, not anymore!” I added, confidence was evident in my voice. She grabbed my wrist tightly, her fingers cut through my skin then she dragged my (Well actually she carried me with her super speed as if I was a feather) to the black BMW which was just bout to drive away, she kicked out the driver and shoved me into the passenger’s seat and the car roared to life and yet again, we drove at incredible speeds into the north. I felt like crying, I was so CLOSE, they were so close!
Cynddylan

I watched the pathetic girl lie on the floor shaking and winging.
“Stop it! Stop it! ” Edward Cullen screamed at me. He looked as if he might cry, but of course he couldn’t. He was just as evil and stone cold as I was, he just didn’t show it, frozen on the inside as well as the outside. I was purely insulted when he shouted at me. “I’m not doing it.” I protested innocently. I knew in my heart and in my mind I wasn’t doing it. Jacob grabbed me by the throat and pressed hard on my windpipe. “Now, I’m only going to say this once, so I would listen closely if I were you. Stop what you’re doing now, or you’ll be very sorry, believe me.” The were-wolf warned venomously through his teeth.
“Let me go you, drooling mutt. I have nothing to plead guilty to. I’m not doing it. I would never hurt such a beautiful, sophisticated woman like Bella.” I spoke solemnly. Edward growled and the dribbling dog tightened his grip around my neck. “I don’t think I believe you, leech!” The dog snarled.
“Please, please, I swear I’m not doing it! Edward, Edward, my boy, read my mind, tell this, scoundrel I’m innocent!” I begged, but not one of them looked even a mere bit sympathetic,
“I don’t want to even FEEL the presence of your dirty mind, you over-dressed snob!” Edward hissed in a low voice. Jacob held my throat tighter.
“PLEASE, PLEASE, I beg for your mercy, and, a-and, I can give you useful information… PLEASE EDWARD!” I squealed, but Edward just shook his head, disgusted.
“Like I said; you disgust me!” Jacob spat. I was becoming panicky for my life here. “Come on, you trust me, right? If you just let me-” My pleading was interrupted by Cornelia’s putrid voice in my head again. “Hello brother just wanted to tell you beforehand, I’m not going to stop torturing that slut until you’re dead. Have a nice death and I’m not coming to mourn for you. See you, or not.” Then, all I heard was her ugly cackle in the back of my mind. It wouldn’t leave. It made me feel crazy. I tried to drown it out, but I couldn’t. It was driving me to insanity lane. I was going to lose to a girl and I was going to die…

Renesmee

As I sat in the passenger seat, Cornelia’s expression was written as if in stone. I would occasionally snatch a glimpse at her, just as I was about to look away. An evil and grave gleam shone in her red eyes. She smiled cruelly and slyly, then she cackled evilly, her face was stuck like that for an incredibly long moment, which felt like minutes, but was actually fractions of seconds. It stuck there. Her red lips moved too fast for me to understand, and were shaped into a smug smile. I was going crazy here and I wanted to jump out. I wanted to jump to my death, to never walk this earth again. We had switched from several cars since the BMW and we were now in another Ferrari; blue with a white bonnet. I tried not to think of what I was about to do so that Cornelia wouldn’t suspect anything. Instead I thought of brick walls. There was a corner straight ahead that would need a sharp turn. Perfect. I had seemed to have gone mad with torture and now was my turn to torture her. There was I huge traffic jam, which knew we weren’t going to stay in, yep, Cornelia was going at full speed now. She let out a short gasp which was cut off by a smashing sound…Oh my God! We crashed! The car skidded across the bridge, and I tried my hardest not to throw up. Finally, we stopped. This was even better than my first plan. This was my chance; I lunged out of the car, while I hoped Corny was unconscious. When I jumped out I felt dizzy, I staggered back, the ground slipped away from under my feet, I realised why. I was falling off the bridge. STUPID! STUPID!