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Liza
BPOV
She was stunning, and very young. Younger than me, Edward, Alice, everyone. Her long hair was a light brown, unkempt, yet soft and silky at the same time. She was probably a few inches taller than me, and almost as thin. She wore dark clothes, making the dark circles under her eyes stand out more than they should. It made her look sick.
Only then did I notice her eyes. They were dark red with a hint of gold, but they held a hint of mystery in the deep-set of her face. They seemed to dance, but also hold my reflection, my past, present and future. I almost gasped. She held my gaze, and a smile played on her thin lips.
"Hello Liza," Edward said, interrupting my thoughts. He pulled me more tightly to him, if that was possible.
Liza grinned. "Edward, Bella, everyone. It's nice to meet you." She paused, turning a thought over in her head. "And I apologize for being such a 'bad girl' that you had to come." She fought back a laugh and threw a glance at Tanya, who just shook her head, smiling.
"Oh, it's not a problem, dear," Esme smiled, approaching her cautiously. Liza stiffened a little, but seemed to relax when Esme gave her a small hug.
"Y-yeah," I added, still a little unsettled by her eyes. "So how old are you?"
She laughed, but it wasn't harsh like her others had been. "In dog years, or what?"
I laughed, too. "No, I guess I meant how old were you?"
"Sixteen," Tanya answered for her. "She was sixteen."
Liza looked at the ground. "It wasn't my fault."
"But you had a choice!" Irina, her red hair falling out of its bun, said coldly.
Liza looked up at her, her eyes filled with anger, and pleading. "No," she hissed. "I didn't. You don't understand."
There was an uncomfortable pause. I looked up at Edward, and he breathed, "Later." I nodded.
Carlisle cleared his throat after a minute. "Well, why don't we go take our things inside?"
"Yes," Tanya, eager to move on, began to help us collect our bags. I stole a glance at Liza, but she was going inside too fast for me to say anything.
"Anyone up for a drink?" Tanya asked, coming into the parlor.
I glanced at Edward, who shrugged. "I'm not hungry," I told him, "but you can go if you want."
He shook his head. "I'm fine," he turned to Tanya. "We ate before we came."
"Ah," she nodded. "Well, Kate and I are headed out. Anyone else want to come?"
Carlisle and Esme decided to go, and everyone else seemed to want to go play ball a little ways away, so Edward and would almost have the house to ourselves.
But Liza was still upstairs.
"You know what," Irina said, coming back into the house and slipping off her backpack, "I think I'll stay." Everyone else was already outside or gone.
I knew she was only staying for our safety, but I guessed it was a pretty good idea. "Sounds good …" I smiled up at her.
Smiling back, tentatively as always, she glanced from Edward to me. "I'll be upstairs if you need anything."
After she left, I turned to Edward, but he was already shaking his head, knowing my question. "It was difficult reading her mind. It was all sort of jumbled with worry, anger … and fear. I got some of the story," he lowered his voice, "but not much."
I looked around, knowing no one was there, but felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up anyway. Keeping very sure not to seem worried, I watched Edward as he closed his eyes and began to tell Liza's story.
cliffy...muahaha...i will update soon though...thnx 4 all the faves and reviews!!
