After that, despite all odds, I booked it and made it just in time for Chemistry. Lucky me, we were getting our quizzes back from the week before. I settled into my seat beside Lucas and turned just in time to catch him trying to get Chris' attention, but Chris continued to ignore him.

"What's going on?" I whispered.

"Some girl," he paused, "Anna Cross, asked me to the dance yesterday."

Uh oh, I remembered her. Boobs practically bouncing out of low cut shirts, pouty lips, and a belly button ring clearly visible. In a word: trouble. "And you said no, right?"

He bottom lip slipped between his teeth as his cheeks reddened and he avoided my eyes.

"You fucking idiot!" I whispered, fighting to keep my voice as low as possible.

"I really wanted to go, alright?"

"Enough to ditch your boyfriend for a –"

"Girl? Yes, Livy. I like girls. I like boobs. What I don't like is some guy treating me like I'm a girl!" His voice broke on the last word, and his reddened even further if that was possible.

"Lucas, is there a problem?" The teacher had paused just as he was handing back the last paper.

"N–No, sir."

As soon as the teacher turned around, he grabbed my notebook and wrote: I just need some time to myself.

I wanted to point out that "time to himself" shouldn't include Anna, but in a small town like Forks, you couldn't do something like this without considering the consequences. Lucas would have to give up everything if he was going to be with Chris. I could understand him needing time.

The class proceeded normally and, when I'd gathered enough courage, I sneaked a peek at my grade. By some miracle, I'd passed. When class ended, I turned to find Lucas now watching Anna.

"Hey, Lucas?" I called, poking the back of his head. "You do know that Chris is still here, right?"

And Chris was glaring at him, as if he'd heard me. Lucas turned in time to watch him march out.

"He's being stupid," Lucas grumbled, stuffing his books into his backpack. "I mean, the only family he has to worry about are his sister and his dad. Hell, I haven't even met his family yet! He's been over to my place millions of times, and I can count the amount of times I've been to his place on one hand." He paused. "Four times, Livy. Four times."

That was a little weird, but instead of fueling the fire, I said, "Cullen's acting weird."

"What?" He was back to trying to crush his notebook back into his backpack.

"Edward Cullen just asked my sister on a date."

Now, he'd definitely stopped. "Start from the beginning."

So I did. I told him about three guys who'd asked her to the dance yesterday. I told him about Edward's crappy attitude. And, finally I told him about the offer to drive her to Seattle. "It's weird because he hasn't talked to her in weeks! He's been ignoring her because all she wants to know about is how he saved her. And now he wants to be friends?"

"That is weird," he agreed, though his gaze was pointing right behind me. "Very weird."

"Lucas!" Anna called from the doorway, waving.

This was going to be a long day. I just hoped he knew what he was doing. I made it to English to find Chris standing in front of Emily, the girl who usually sat next to me and had the same name as Lucas' sister. "I changed my mind."

Her face seemed to light up as she she tried to suppress her smile and what looked like a blush threatening to spread across her cheeks. I could understand. Chris was very cute. With blue eyes and shaggy red hair touching his collar, I had to admit that he could have any girl in the room with a smile, though he was usually very reserved.

"Chris!" I dragged him away from Emily, her eyes still watching us. "What are you doing?"

"Finding a date," he hissed, eyes flashing. "When I turned her down, Emily said she wasn't asking anyone else, so if I changed my mind..."

"So that's it? You're giving up on him?"

"I'm waiting for him," he shrugged. "He wants time, I'll give him time. But I'm not waiting alone."

Damn, I thought. Now who am I sitting with at lunch?"

At lunch, the two of them sat at opposite ends of the lunch room, each with the girl who'd asked them to the dance. And I was not in the mood to pick between them. It turned out I didn't have to. Alice stood by the door, running up as soon as she saw me and dragging me towards her usual table.

"You're sitting with us today," she said so quickly that it took me a moment to catch up. "Edward's sitting with Bella and your friends are fighting. So it's only fair that you sit with us."

What did she mean? "Why can't I usually sit with you?"

"Because Edward's a stubborn idiot who doesn't understand that we can't-" she paused "make things any worse."

Again, what did she mean?

I barely had time to wonder about this when she forced me into a seat at the table. The blonde sitting across from me frowned and watched me cautiously as I took out my bagged lunch. But the boy next to her smiled amicably and introduced himself as Emmett and her as Rose. Alice sat down beside me and offered me a reassuring smile.

What to talk about? "So, do you guys have anything planned for this weekend?"

"Hiking," Jasper said, his gaze locked on Edward's table. "The weather's good so Carlisle's taking us."

"Sounds fun," I said. "I've been hiking before. But I don't think the weather's going to change that drastically."

"You never know," Alice said cryptically. "Aren't you supposed to go to the beach with Bella and her friends this weekend?"

"Only if the weather's good," I said before groaning. "Another weekend with Bella is just what I need."

"Why don't you get along with Bella?" Alice asked.

"Because she can be such a whiny, little bitch sometimes," I said, before noticing her appear at her table. She noticed Edward sitting alone and exchanged a few words with Jessica before joining him. I snorted inwardly. Of course she joined him. She couldn't just ignore him and sit with normal people. I turned my attention back to the rest of the Cullens, only to find their attention to be on the same people.

"Why is he paying attention to her, Alice?" I asked. "He hasn't talked to her since the accident. Hell, even before that, they barely talked."

"She… fascinates him," Alice answered. "Usually, he can guess at what another person's thinking. But Bella's a mystery to him."

I rolled my eyes, but inside I was reeling. Edward could guess at another person's thoughts. What the hell did that mean? Could he read minds or just faces? All of a sudden, I felt a kind of serenity come over me, and looked up to find Jasper looking at me with darkened eyes.

"What's worrying you?"

"I… don't know." I really didn't. Jeff used to make us believe that he could read minds too when we were kids. He would take off his glasses, look us straight in the eye, and somehow be able to guess at what was worrying us. Eventually, he'd confessed that it was all a guessing game that he'd gotten fairly good at. But getting to know Edward and learning that he could read minds…

And out of nowhere, that familiar pain entered my head.

"It's happening," Jasper said softly. His calm voice served as an excellent contrast to the turmoil going on inside my head. A terrible torrent of images flew through my minds eye, and somehow through it all I wasn't on the floor thrashing and screaming bloody murder. Instead, I sat in the same chair, my head bowed and eyes closed, waiting for it all to be over.

Finally, my mind seemed to settle on a memory.

"You don't have to be afraid," he says taking her hand in his.

"You're warm," she says surprised.

"Yes."

"But I thought you were… like her."

"I am and I'm not. I still like to drink blood every once in a while," he says with a feral smile that makes her shiver. But his voice, the color in his cheeks, and the way he looks at her draws her in. He looks at her like she captivates him, like she's more important then Sybille. And she believes it. "But I don't need it to survive. She does. If she doesn't drink blood, she'll kill you. And I don't want you dead, I need you."

She's drawn in by his words, still knowing that he can read her thoughts and feel what she feels. At the same time, she wonders other things. What is he? How does he manage to see right through her? What would it feel like to drag her fingers through his long hair and let him kiss her senseless?

She's breathless with anticipation and suspense. It's only her third day.

Moaning, I lifted my head to meet the stares of each of the Cullens. For some reason, Edward was standing behind Rose. I found myself imagining him breaking the back of the chair he was clutching. His gaze pointed at me was hard and unrelenting. And I felt naked in front of all of them. I'd relived that particular memory almost a month after they'd found me. But for some reason, I could never remember his face or the exact color of his eyes. I usually pictured them as being dark or red like the woman's.

Why was I remembering it again now?

"Are you alright, Livy?" Emmett asked. "Do you need to go see the nurse?"

I shook my head, though it was still spinning and dug through my bag for pain killers. "I'm fine. Just haven't had that happen in a while."

"So this happens a lot?" Edward's asked.

"Every once in a while," I shrugged like it was no big deal, but I avoided his eyes.

"It's been happening for months," Bella interjected. I hadn't even seen her behind Edward. "She's been getting migraines ever since she went missing a while back."

"Do you know why?" Jasper asked.

"No," I lied, finding the pain killers. Thank God, I'd actually remembered them today. "Must be trauma or something."

I didn't want anyone knowing about the memories. Bella would probably try to drag me back to the police department to give a description of the kidnappers, but I couldn't do that. Something told me it'd be best if no one ever found them. Besides, I'd never gotten a clear look at the man's face, and the sketch artist would probably laugh in my face if I mentioned the red eyes. On the other hand, they might think that I'd been too scared to remember some things clearly. Maybe that was what was wrong with me.

The only people I'd ever told were Jeff, Molly, and Greg.

Everyone was still staring. "What?" I asked.

"Livy, are you sure you don't want to go see the nurse?" Jasper asked.

Here we go. "Yes, Jasper, I'm sure," I snapped, pushing my chair back and leaving the cafeteria. It was times like these that I couldn't handle it all. I needed to breathe. I took my iPod out and settled into one of the nearby outside of the cafeteria. I shuffled the songs and watched the people passing by. Eventually, I took out my notebook to sketch a little. The song "Wasteland" by 10 years came on and I smiled. It had been a long time since I'd heard it and I couldn't help thinking it suited the moment. I was so consumed in the song and my rough sketch of the woods that I'd nearly missed Alice looking for me. I pressed pause.

"Lunch is almost over," she said, sitting down beside me. "You haven't eaten anything."

"Not hungry."

She didn't argue. Instead she watched me draw. I was a little embarrassed considering it wasn't my best work and it had been a while since I'd sketched anything other than people. But she didn't say anything, she just watched.

Eventually, lunch ended and I had to put it all away. I paused before closing the notebook and ripped out the page. I considered throwing it out but instead ended up offering it to Alice. "Do you want it?"

She seemed surprised at my offer but instead of shaking her head, she took it folding it neatly and placed it in her bag."You draw really well."

"Yeah, well, that definitely wasn't my best. The trees weren't even straight," I mumbled, embarrassed. When it came to art, I was my own worst critic. "I don't even think they look like trees."

She laughed, though I'd been perfectly serious and stood up to walk me to class. Gym, great.

Noticing the disappointed look on my face, she asked what was wrong. I told her and she gave me a sympathetic look. "You could always skip, you have a good excuse for it, too."

"I know, but Charlie would probably freak if I did that." Although, I was not looking forward to an afternoon of Gym after remembering him.

"Bella's going to have to skip, isn't she?"

"What do you mean?"

"They're blood typing."

Laughter bubbled up inside me, and I found myself giggling at the image of my sister staring white-faced at the many cuts I would receive as a child from trying to help the stray cats that would linger around our neighborhood. Bella hated blood and claimed she could smell it from across the room. "How did you know that Bella hated blood?" I asked when I'd settled down enough to talk properly.

"Edward told me."

Something inside me seemed to stop, and the urge to laugh disappeared as I connected the words Edward and blood in my head. It seemed like an odd nonsensical association at the time, but instead of just discarding it, I considered it. "Is Edward doing it?"

"No, he's skipping, too. He doesn't see the point."

I nodded, still distracted. "How do you know they're blood typing in Biology?"

"Edward told me. But Bella's not going to know until she gets there."

I almost felt bad for her. A room full of kids pricking their fingers? She would faint in seconds. Renee had always been the one to care for my wounds. "Did she already leave for class?"

"Yes," Alice said, closing her eyes. "Edward's in his car listening to his CDs."

"He could've warned her."

"Yeah, but then he wouldn't have gotten the chance to play hero," Alice grinned.

I could see it now. Edward, tall and muscular, carrying my sister in his arms like some knight saving his damsel in distress. I snickered. "Oh, she's gonna love that."

"So, do you want a ride home or don't you? Edward could drive her home in the truck, and we could use the Volvo. Jasper's waiting for us by the door to the cafeteria."

I thought about it. Something about the Cullens did strike me as off, but what could I do? I couldn't just stop trusting them on a hunch. So what if they reminded me of Sybille? What did that prove? They didn't look or act anything like her or the man.

"Yeah, come on," I said, leading the way back to the front of the cafeteria. Jasper stood waiting, his hands in his pockets, seeming to all the world an awkward teenager. But as I got closer, I glimpsed something more in his eyes. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but it shocked me into falling to my knees and remembering the rest of that last memory I'd been dreaming about a month ago.

She's laughing again, still giddy from the hunt. "Vampires!" she exclaimed. "Got it in two, hothead!"

She flushes, folding into herself even more as if that is possible.

"Wait till he hears his little dragon's figured it out!" She jumps to her feet so fast, the girl doesn't realize what she's doing until the woman jumps clutching her foot and hissing, "You little bitch! You burned me!"

Unsure what to do, the girl sits frozen on the bed. Sybille glares at her, both of them knowing she can't do a damn thing until he comes back. And both of them know it'll be a while. She stalks closer to the bed. She leans over and presses her hands to the mattress as if she plans to join the girl on the bed. Instead she looks her dead in the eye and says, "You're going to be like me one day."

The girl can't look away. She's caught, a deer in the headlights.

"Yup, you're going to be as cold and strong as I am. You're going to want to drink blood. You're going to want to hunt. You're going to live forever and," her voice is lower now, almost as hypnotic as her eyes, "be our special, little weapon."

"No!" And at this point the girl can't help it anymore, she raises her hand as she's been taught, pulls from the heat within her, and pushes it out of her hand.

Sybille is burning.

The girl closes her eyes, afraid to watch, but it doesn't matter. The sickly sweet scent reaches her nose and she can feel the heat so close to her skin. She draws whatever's left of the fire back into herself, catching a brief glimpse of the ashes, and falls unconscious. When she comes to, she remembers nothing.

Clutching my head, I looked up again, unsure of what to say. Where was I? Was I still remembering? It was all so clear now. Or, at least, part of it was. Sybille was dead. The man was still out there, still killing people. Vampires? My breath caught in my throat. Vampires. That was impossible, it made no sense. It was as stupid as some of Bella's theories about Edward.

In the background, I thought I heard Jasper say something to the effect of, "I think she remembers now."

"Livy, are you alright?" Alice was helping me to another bench, murmuring reassurances in my ear. All I wanted to do was explode. Supposedly, I'd lit somebody on fire with my mind, and that person had claimed to be a vampire. None of this made sense! Where was the logic?

"I'm fine," I snapped. My little memories never left me in a good mood. But why did they always come when the Cullens were around? I refused to make the connection that a part of me seemed so desperate to force. There was no proof!

"Livy," Jasper said coaxingly, and I found myself calming despite the stress. "Do you want to tell us what just happened?"

"I remembered something." The words slipped through my lips so easily I wanted to slap myself. They're going to think I'm crazy! "I know it sounds ridiculous but the people who took me told me they were… vampires."

It did sound ridiculous. It made me sound crazy. I looked up to see their reactions and they were both so still. Jasper stayed in the exact same pose with his hands in his pockets. And Alice seemed to be caught between elation and disappointment.

"It is ridiculous, right?" I asked desperately. At that moment, what I needed was Jeff's cynicism, Greg's awful jokes, and Molly's warm hugs to keep me sane. I had none of that. Instead, I had two people exchanging meaningful glances that I had no way of understanding. "Sure, she was always covered in blood. And the girls–I still can't remember what they did to them but it couldn't have been–" I broke off, shaking my head. "She was so cold and strong. They only came at night, but that's not proof, right?" I was babbling, talking fast without any way of stopping.

And then, I felt Jasper's cold hand on my arm, and I had to stop. His black, cold eyes bore into mine, and, despite the terror threatening to take over, I found my strength leaving me as I fell into his cold arms.

"Was she like this in your vision? he asked, lifting my whole body into his arms as I desperately tried to fight off the exhaustion. His arms were like ice and I fought the urge to whimper when my head nearly collided with his hard chest. There was something missing…

My will to struggle left me once I realized what it was.

He didn't seem to have a heartbeat.

"Yes, she was," Alice answered. "It's only natural since we remind her of her kidnappers. Still, I was hoping it would change. We need to take her back to the car and drive her home."

After that, I blacked out.

When I came to, I found myself in my bed with Bella lingering at the door.

"Jasper and Alice dropped you off," she said. "They said to give you this."

I wondered vaguely if anyone had witnessed Jasper carrying me to the car. Wouldn't it have looked suspicious enough to call the police? I shook my head at the unimportant thought which sent my mind back to what had happened at the cafeteria.

Vampires.

"Are they still here?" I asked frightfully. I didn't want to believe it. I had no real proof. Besides, I liked Alice and Jasper. They were harmless. They had to be.

"No, they were just leaving when Edward and I got here," she said bewildered. "They were doing blood-typing, so Edward drove me home."

"That must've been nice," I teased.

"Just shut up and take the note," she said, blushing. I smiled and took it, glad that some things were still the same. I unfolded it only to find a few short sentences written down in perfect handwriting.

Livy,

We're not here to hurt you. Go to La Push with Bella, after that everything will make sense. You can call us after.

A&J

I guess that only left with one choice: I was going to La Push.

I keep forgetting disclaimers. I own nothing except Livy.

Two updates in one week! Whoo! But I'm holding the rest of the story hostage until I get more reviews. Also, Edward did not tell Alice about Bella's reaction to blood, but she did know from a vision. Come on, Alice had to see it coming at some point. Also, Stephenie Meyer never clarified if Alice could see the Quileutes before they became werewolves so I'm going to assume she could.

Please review! I won't know what I'm doing wrong unless you tell me.