Moon Says: This has been sitting on my computer for years, people. Last time I edited it, pr maybe published it, was in 2014. Damn. It isn't the best thing ever, but it is something. I can't concentrate on work right now, so I'm getting rid of this!

Pages/Words: 8/3260

Summary: In the latest attack against her twin, she is left with without her memories. She keeps her distance, but when Victoria attacks with her newborn army, she can't stay away anymore. Especially when it seems like everyone is screwing up. When did the Major become weak? When did her twin like control freaks? Damage control, anyone?

Notes: Same deal as I usually say (though I don't think I published something like this before, besides Worth It). Soul Twins=same soul, split into two bodies. 3500 years ago, a vampire found his mate in a shifter female. The first ever female shifter and daughter of the first shifter. Bella was named Bellatrix and the other Morrigan. The night they were born, their gifts went out of control and Morrigan's fire gift burned the house down. All this time she has blamed herself, but it wasn't her fault. Enemies of her father broke into the house, killed their mother and Bella, and, as the house burned down, used their gifts on Bella (they hadn't meant for her to get hurt). Bella keeps getting "reborn" (really, deaged and her memories wiped, every time she comes close to dying by the two who killed her mother—they want to use her against her father, but they can never find her, Morrigan does). Bella is really the one with the vision gifts (inherited from their mother), but because she cannot access them at the moment, Morrigan is getting it through their bond/father's gift.

Fixing Mistakes Chapter 1

I don't know what I was more pissed at: the wolves, the Major, or myself.

The red head was becoming a pain in the ass. No doubt, sooner rather than later, the Volturi would step in, and I honestly didn't want to see them anytime soon. I didn't want to be more confused…which lead me to be pissed in the first place.

I have amnesia; let's just say it's extremely uncommon in my species. I'm a half breed, I think. From what my father has told me, I've come to believe that, but I'm finding it hard to trust anyone these past few years.

All I know about the supernatural is from what he has told me; that and the rare times my memory pops in with random information. I know a little of my past, mostly I am very strong, well connected, and feared. Though as a half-breed, I am not as strong or fast as the full-blooded ones. I'm one of the few boogeymen of our world.

He told me that I am connected to the Volturi's leaders: Caius, Aro, and Marcus. And to every freaking war that has graced the planet…

I think that says something…maybe like I'm a bloody masochist? That or I'm a very sadistic person…maybe both.

Anyway, of those wars, it includes those involving vampires, werewolves, and the shifters. The only one he told me about was the one during the American Civil War: the Southern Newborn Wars.

That gets me to the point of why I'm pissed at the Major. Father told me he is one of the other boogymen, the God of War in fact. He told me some wonder who would win in a fight: me or the Major. Every time the Major is mentioned I feel connected with him, but I don't know why…

What I do know is that bastard should have been able to catch and rip the red heard to pieces! What the hell had he been doing the last sixty plus years? Sitting on his ass? Or was his shoving his thumbs up his ass? Or a stick maybe, he sure was slow enough for it. The Major that came to my mind was deadly, nothing stopped him. Not even a vampire with a gift.

Then that leads me to why I'm pissed at the wolves…I saw Paul go after Emmett when he crossed the treaty lines. That idiot, the redhead was right behind him! He could have killed her then and there.

They are such idiots and weaklings!

Speaking of weakness…maybe the reason why the Major was being such a pussy—was it because of the little boy at his side?—the Major feed regularly on human blood during the wars. Then he was the Major, the God of War.

I closed my eyes, a tingle of a memory flashed across my mind. I could see him, covered in blood, his eyes a blazing. His body tensed, coiled, and ready to strike. He was amazing; he made my body sing, and I know once or twice I felt fear of him. Or was it for him?

Now, I don't feel anything. Father warned me that my memories would return, and it had to be natural without emotion. Emotion would cloud and disrupt them; taint them in a sense. But more than that, they would bring me pain. Father said that if I wasn't careful or emotionless, the memories would flood back, and damage my mind so severely that I would go insane and have to be put to death.

So basically, I can't rush the memories, and I can't allow myself to feel emotions. I had a sinking suspicious that father told me about the emotionless thing to stop someone from having control over me, from using me.

A trace of information danced at the edge of my mind and the amnesia block. I knew someone from my past, someone empathic: someone who could control my emotions. If someone could control someone's emotions, which is everything that a person is, it means that they can control you.

This leads to where I am pissed at myself. I can't force myself to remember. I can't do anything but let the memories come and go as they please. I've been told that sometimes I know a lot of things about my past and tell it, but later I forget all about it. I suspect those are the times I let my emotions take over me.

I've waited years for my memories to come back. I've waited years to become myself again. I've waited years to find out what else that bastard took from me besides my memories. He took who I was, and he will pay. If I haven't killed the asspoke yet.

Father wasn't sure if I had done it already. I asked him if the memory wiper wasn't dead yet, could he reverse it? Apparently, nothing is known about the gift at all. No one knows what would happen if he dies. If he dies, does my memory come back? What if I had killed him already? Is it permanent?

How powerful was the gift in the first place, was another question I had asked. One that made me asked another: why, if he wiped my memory, am I still remembering things? The answer, apparently, is quite simple: my will was stronger than his gift, which means that I can overcome it.

Sigh.

I should be searching for the asswipe that did this to me, but instead I am watching after my Iza; who has made a very poor choice in a boyfriend. I leave her alone for a month—a month!—and she goes off and gets her one of those possessive guys that won't let her do shit and, as a bonus, controls her.

Yes, I saw it. He not only left her catatonic, but he won't own up to the mistakes he made and the consequences. The bastard left her which he shouldn't have been able to if he was her true mate. But more than that, she wouldn't have fallen in love with someone else if that happened.

Leaving her was the mistake that he made, and the consequences was her falling in love with the shifter. But he doesn't care. Instead, all that runs through his mind is that she is his and no one else can have her. He is a pathetic dumbass really. I don't know why the boy seer put it in his head that they were mates.

There was always something I believed when thinking about mates. Mates involved being equals, trusting each other, but also compromise. Mates have a need to be with each other, one that wouldn't let one leave the other. Mates can't harm the other.

Edward apparently didn't get the memo on how mates work. He isn't any of those things. He will never let Bella be his equal; he will never trust her to take care of herself; he left her, and hurt her deeply. He restricts her on who she sees and doesn't, makes sure she doesn't see who he doesn't want her to, and what about that whole trip to Florida? The list was too long to list, and I was growing bored of this already.

Of course, I say mates are to be equal of each other, and that the male is the dominant one, but still…Edward had too much control.

Didn't daddy Cullen teach him anything?

Really, idiots, the lot of them.

"Penny for your thoughts, hime?"

I've got a feeling that being called hime should piss me off and leave me in unbearable pain, but it doesn't. Mostly because I've shut off my emotions, but more so because I can't remember why…

"Why is everyone an idiot?" I said instead of focusing on those thoughts.

I heard a snort behind me, then a dramatic gasp from the drama queen talking to me.

"Moi?" he said in a voice that was full of disbelief, and a hint of hurt. "How could you call moi an idiot? Since when have I done something that would warrant such a disgraceful and quite hurtful name?" he paused for a second and the other voice snorted again, trying not to laugh.

I turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. "On second thought, don't answer that."

I took a deep breath as I turned from him and looked to the sky, the stars were nowhere to be seen; the night was cloudy as well. Yet, I saw the moon quite clearly.

A part of me had always been drawn to the moon. The moon was always there for me. She was like the mother I never had—insert deep pain and longing that I quickly throw away—she showed me so many things. I think she even showed me in some form how to use my gift…

"She did, sweetie," his voice was soft as he wrapped his arms around me and held me to him; he offered me comfort when even I didn't know I needed it. "But let's not think of her. I don't want you depressed and moody, God knows how unlucky I was that Char over here was turned during her PMSing. I get enough of her!"

I braced myself to feel the impact, via him, of her smacking him quite hard upside the head.

I wanted to laugh, but I was afraid to feel. I had repressed myself for so long that I wasn't sure what to do. There were so many emotions that could hurt me. Just a few moments ago, I was about to open myself to a slaughter.

I was lucky to have the both of them; they kept me from falling into a dark hole and staying there, destroying myself from the inside out. So many times I wanted to give up and just end it all. So many times I would remember things that would drive me either into a rage so uncontrollable or into dark spiraling dark hole that sucked everything from me and made me feel like a Dementor was holding me in its arms.

Was my past so horrible that I actually wanted it all to be gone? Did I do so many unforgiveable things that made me want to die? To give up on life?

I sighed and felt his hold on me tighten as I sensed her moving in front of me. I knew both of them loved and cared for me so much that they were worried and concerned right now. But they hid it quite well. When I looked in her eyes, I saw nothing of her emotions.

"What are you going to do about the situation?" her voice was clear, neutral and a tad bit cold. Just like how like 'em. I also like how she turned the topic around.

I hummed for a second as I thought. Just thinking of the situation brought my thoughts back from before. I knew I was pissed, logically, but not emotionally. That was how I was now: I didn't feel emotions, but I knew what I should be feeling. Like before when she hit him upside the head, I didn't feel amused but it the thought registered. It's hard to explain, I knew what I should be feeling, but I didn't feel it.

"We will take action soon, what's happening now?"

"Tomorrow the pussy that caged the Major will start training the covens of cunts and wolfies," my Captain quickly answered.

I nodded and leaned back into his chest, my stomach was starting to ache, and I knew this was not a good sign. I heard them take in a deep breath, and I felt them both growl lowly and with just a look my Lieutenant whimpered and the man holding me stopped. Good boy and girl; it seemed that they knew their master well.

She only whimpered for a few seconds before her eyes asked if she could speak, and I nodded giving that permission. "When will the attack be?"

I bit my lip for a few seconds, a habit I picked up from my Iza, and it started again, the growling. I had about had enough of that shit and said so. They both bowed their heads—he titled his to where his cheek rested against mine.

"If they are starting to train now, and looking at the newspapers…it will be soon. Summer vacation has started and—" I stopped speaking as I gasped and threw my head back. My eyes went wide, and I couldn't see for a second, my vision didn't go black: it went white. Only for a few seconds before I saw a scene played out in front of me.

"What did you see, Alice?" a deep voice asked, the southern accent was slight, but could be heard.

"The newborn army…is about to attack." a shaking voice was heard, one that didn't seem to have changed during puberty.

"When?" the male voice from before demanded quietly.

The shaking voice quivered more. "In three days on the fifteenth. He was thinking of telling them to eat more to have them prepared for the battle. He was talking to someone in the shadows or talking to himself. After saying that he was questioned, something about why feed now, when they would attack the town? Riley said something about him not believing that those Cullens wouldn't let them near the town. Then it ended after the other saying you leave in three days. I can't see anything else after that because of the wolves. Why can't they wait until after the summer is over? I've got to start planning their wedding!" the boy whined.

"So that means we need to hunt tomorrow night to get ready ourselves. Who will stay with Bella? Will one hunt before?" the man continued on topic as he ignored the boy's whining.

The boy who looked to be no older than fifteen shook his head. He gave a small grin, one that still held some fear. "Edward will stay behind and we will leave him with Bella. I'll tell Charlie that the rest of the family is going camping, but I want a sleepover. Maybe then he will…"

The male growled slightly, making the boy go submissive. "Why do you insist on pushing those two together? Can't you see that they aren't meant for each other?"

The boy looked up and glared. "They are too! They look so cute together and plus Edward is alone. She blocks his gift with a mental shield! Of course, she is his mate!"

The man growled and pushed him into the wall—hard. The boy gasped in pain and whimpered in submission, but it wasn't enough. The man then proceeded to show the boy not to argue or glare at him.

When I came out, I blinked a few times confused slightly.

"What is it sugar?" Char asked, her eyebrows slightly rose at the question.

"Yeah, girly, what you see? The Major getting it on?" it idiot behind me asked as I turned to look at him, just in time to see him wiggle those eyebrows suggestively.

I nodded, shocking the woman behind me. "Why is he fucking a boy? When did he become a pederast?"

Char couldn't hold in her reaction, but the man in front of me—who still had his arms around me, holding me, anchoring me—didn't react, instead took on a thoughtful expression.

"Have you been sitting on this question for long?" he asked instead of answering.

I nodded again. "Since when did he become a pederast? I thought…" I trailed off, confusion taking over; a memory tried to rise before I tossed the confusion went away. I saw the pederast in question looking at me, and just from us staring at each other emotions…foreign ones I had never felt before rose inside me. After staring into his eyes for long, antagonizing, slow seconds, we couldn't take it anymore, and we jump at each other, ripping at each other's clothes and…then the memory went away as I smacked down the emotion as if it was a mole, and I had a mallet.

My face had a split second of confusion written on it, and it was enough for the ass in front of me to realize what I had seen. That was when he let loose his own reaction, letting go those emotions that I choose to ignore and embracing them.

I watched while my mind thought I should be annoyed at what he was doing. In a way, I think he was making fun of me…and I didn't like that.

So I broke out of his arms and back up until she stopped me by wrapping her around my neck. We were almost the same height; I was only two inches taller than her. She was five foot, while I was five foot two. Yet, right now she was taller than me because she liked to wear shoes, or should I say boots, that had more than two inches on them. When I wore my boots, I always had some that were either flat or had a low heel, so it was easy for her to be taller than me.

She leaned forward and put her chin on my right shoulder and sighed as she reigned in her emotions, the earlier outburst forgotten as she got control of herself. Both of them tried their best to keep their emotions hidden, at least where I could see them. It helped with my own repression. Though the dumbass in front of us did try to always make me laugh, something I can't fault him for.

Her hair slipped over, and I felt it brush against my right arm. Her hair was longer than mine, hers was past her butt, and I knew for a fact that she liked it that way. It was just something her mate could use to yank when he fucked her.

Mine on the other hand wasn't as long, but I had a feeling it would be shorter before long. It was almost to my elbows now.

Then, before my thoughts went further and thought of more differences between us—like how my tits were bigger than hers—she whispered in my ear. "What's the date?"

"The fifteenth," he and I both answered at the same time, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You knew that before I went all trancy?"

He shook his head, his light hair shaking with him. His hair reminded me of the man who didn't use to be a pederast. "You know how my gift works, mi querido."

"So we have until then to watch them train?" she paused as she thought about our early comments. The Major had been a topic before today that all of us talked about. We were all disappointed in his performance. "It won't be good training," she muttered.

I nodded and ended up yawning. His lips slowly turned into a smirk that was seriously turning me on—mostly because I knew what happened when he smirked like that.

"Sleepy are we? Not for long…" the chuckle that followed seriously made my skin crawl, yet that turn on I was talking about? Well, let's just say it had the opposite effect it would have had on someone else. Really makes me think I am, in fact, a masochist. But of course, I give as good as I get.

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