Disclaimer: I think it's obvious at this point that I do not own Twilight. But I own Elizabeth... I think. :P
Note: Everything will be in Elizabeth's POV unless stated otherwise.
Dizzy and disoriented, I stumbled around trees and other plant life, hoping to become familiar with these unknown surroundings. Hoping to remember how I got here... Or anything for that matter.
Why don't I remember anything? I thought, knowing something wasn't right here.
Every movement, every sound, instinctively made me jump and dart in the other direction. The results of this weariness was what seemed to be me running in circles. In fact, I was sure that was the fifth time I've tripped over the same root. Although this was discouraging, I still raced to get away from the area, somehow knowing that something wasn't right here.
Looking over my shoulder yet again, I ran into what felt like a brick wall. Afraid to look and find some creature, come to end me, I close my eyes and took a few short breaths. After the pounding in my head- which seemed to be from my heart beating so fast and hard- I looked up, only to find a tree in front of me.
I sighed, a small amount of relief giving me the incentive to get back up. I was not yet tired, though hours could have passed since I first began to run. I actually felt like I could do much more. If only I could remember my limits...
A pair of somewhat familiar dark eyes flashed across my memory. Trying to remember something, anything else, I subconsciously stopped. That could have been the worst, or best, decision I've made in my life, I still haven't decided which.
Something cold, hard, and immensely strong came down on top of me, from my left. Landing face first, I struggled to turn over, thrashing to get out of this demon's icy grip. I manage to jerk my elbow into the abdomen of my enemy, and though it causes a great pain to shoot up my arm, I hear a strange sound, like the shattering of glass. I assume this is good- for me, at least- so I try rolling over again.
Apparently this did distract him, and I used this small moment to wriggle out from under him. As soon as I rid myself of every once of extra weight, I sped of as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I only got about twenty feet before I was thrown against a tree with my hands pinned behind my back.
"I've never been hurt by a human before," a cold voice growled behind me. "You might be useful to me. I suppose I shall just find my meal elsewhere. Besides," he chuckled. "Your blood does not appeal to me."
"Get off of me," I spat, trying, but failing, to free myself again.
I got no response but a pair of lips at my neck. At first I expected him to kiss me, but then I felt a sharp pain at that exact place.
Then the burning began.
My eyes flashed open, bringing in my surroundings. The remains of my last, and only, human memory still spun around in my head. Those dark eyes still gazed at me in the back of my mind. When I heard the doorbell ring- that must have been what brought me out of my meditation in the first place- I lowered myself to the ground and ran to the door.
If any human were to look, it would have seemed like I just appeared before opening the door, but that was just a result of my superhuman speed. Before answering the door, I notice the faint scent of vampire. I quietly sigh.
Why can't I ever just be left alone? I think before opening the door.
"Oh! Luke!" I exclaim, genuinely happy to see him. "It's been a while."
He grins at me shyly. "I know. I thought you'd like to see me."
"Well, come one in," I tell him. "You know you're always welcome here."
Luke was one of the only vampires I truly trusted. His dirty blond hair hung into his eyes, just like it had when I first met him. His golden eyes radiated innocence, just like when I saw him first open his eyes to this unnatural world. He had been changed into a vampire to serve in a small war between two covens. I was sent to destroy both covens completely, but when I saw him stored in an empty room, in so much pain... I couldn't do it. I usually didn't care what state a vampire was in when I annihilated them, but there was something about him that forced me to stop. That was the first time I broke away from my coven to go off on my own for a while. To raise Luke. Now he feels as if he were eternally in my debt, a statement I continuously denied.
This is why, a century later, he still feels obligated to check in with me at least once a year. This is why, now, I can easily spot the guilty expression on his face.
I closed the door as soon as he stepped in the threshold. "Okay, what did you do?" I asked, already slightly disappointed in him.
"Nothing, really," he paused, but after a few seconds of my scrutinizing gaze, he winced. "Okay, I invited a few friends. Is that okay?"
I was relieved. I was beginning to think that he got into some trouble with the Volturi. That would have been very hard to fix, then explain to them how he wasn't on file. "It's fine. Who did you bring?"
He grinned. "I'll go get them," he said. Before I could object, he sprinted out the door.
I sighed. I hope I won't regret this...
So this is my present to you, the readers, who waited for me for a whole year. Thank you for staying loyal. I hope it was worth it.
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Ciao!