It has been SOOOOOO long since I did this! I'm sorry everyone – or the people who've read and liked it at least – and I promise I won't keep it off like this. BDW – THIS CHAPTER IS THE TURNING POINT. I changed my plot COMPLETELY, and the brilliant idea sparked me in the middle of the night!! So here we go – the new plot is the fact that the werewolves get the love stories mixed up!!! Please review – and thank you soooooo much for those who have!!

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Over the next two days, the whole Lizzie thing was at the back of my mind. Leah and I (surprisingly) were having these conversations on Sue and Charlie's excelling relationships. Leah really wasn't all that bad, considering that she loathed vampires. She had actually talked to Seth that day she got poisoned (luckily the incident hadn't marred her 'liking' towards us) about the whole "I'm actually liking these vamps" point of view. She had actually unregrettably accepted Edward's decision to camp at our house here, and since then, she'd a) gotten appreciative of Renesmee and b) started accepting what we were, and looked at us as who we are rather than our species.

It was a bright, sunny afternoon for a winter; so naturally, no sign of the Cullens was visible in the town of Forks. Inside the Cullen house, however, was a quiet kind of babble.

Only a little while ago, we had heard the sputtering of a bike and footsteps nearing the front door. A faint tune of music could be heard as well, and a melodious voice singing along. A very familiar voice. And as Edward had left the side table on which he was perched, talking to Carlisle, to open the door, he'd sighed at once and then opened the door, an expression of "ok! Ok! So I made a mistake – don't torture me for it!" and familiar cinnamon eyes had mysteriously appeared,

"Hi," she had told Edward, "I got mail for Bella Cullen."

Edward smirked. "And food, I see."

She looked a little abashed. That drew our attention to a square Tupperware box she was holding in her hands, from which we could smell the unappealing aroma of vegetables, tomato sauce, cheese and a bready like thing.

"It made me scared to imagine you cooking for the," she gulped, "Normal people around here. What if you'd accidently," she made quotation marks with her right hand, "put rat poison in their….omelets or something? I decided that my fabulous culinary skills could finally be of good use to somebody around here."

She smiled ruefully, as if she had just proved that E=MC squared to a stubborn Edward who believed otherwise.

"And, as I said earlier……you've got mail."

She held out two envelopes, and standing at the doorway, stretched her hand out to Edward, as if expecting him to take it.

"What," Edward grinned, "No coming inside today?"

"Best not risk it," she said in a shaky voice and urgently shook the envelopes.

Grudgingly, Edward took them, a pained look on his face, as if the action was really bad.

And now, Lizzie was sitting cross-legged beside the couch, doling out thick, delicious looking pasta from her oversized Tupperware box. She ladled out a considerable amount on four plates, and then retrieved a wrapped cheese from the same box and a small grater, which she used to grate the cheese over the pasta. She then took out a small pot of green thingies and when she opened the lid, the pungent aroma of fresh olives lingered in the air.

After topping the pasta with olives and coriander, she passed a plate to Jacob, one to Renesmee and two to Leah, who had left the place where her brother was sleeping and had come to get food for herself and Seth.

Jacob looked at the food with an unsure eye, and sniffed at it once. Deciding that it was fine enough, he experimentally hooked some of the tomato-and-mushroom sauce covered penne pieces on a fork, drew it to his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Lizzie's eyebrow was raised and the look on her face was comical – amused and a little offended at the same time.

Jacob chewed slowly, eyes of everyone on his face.

He swallowed after some time and his face went blank.

"What?" asked Renesmee and Leah at the same time.

"Is it bad? Good? Disgusting? Enchanting? Powerful? Poisoned?" Renesmee asked in a high voice.

"Jacob?" Leah waved her fingers in front of his face nervously. "You with us dude?"

Edward snorted and turned his head away.

Jacob blinked twice, as Leah's fingers had shaken him out of his torpor.

"This is………," he struggled to continue, "…………wow."

He took one more bite and shook his head in delight.

"Why thank you. Told you I'm a good cook." Lizzie smiled again, this time to Edward.

"Humph," Edward's eyes were a little abashed.

Why was Edward a little abashed? It was as if his impression was dented now because of Lizzie…..he looked a little put out.

Every frown of Edward's, every smile of his, every single twitch or change of expression on his face was magnified tenfold when I looked at it. And every single change made me worry, or wonder or heavily ponder over the cause of it and what was going on in his mind.

As I sat there, just staring at their every move, Edward's every change of expression, I wondered when this was. It was just today.

And I had known Lizzie for how long? Say just a week or something. And yet, after freaking out like anything, she was like a great friend to this coven. Everyone seemed to trust her of course. But I – I felt something much different. I felt this weird kind of a stuttering near her – maybe because she had a power of understanding people, or maybe because she gave away this kind of aura that wasn't entirely human, but attractive and normal and repulsive at the same time. Also….some kind of negative…..energy would come out of her occasionally.

Another thing I had trouble realizing was the fact that the only people she had seen eye-to-eye was me, Nessie, Edward, Jacob, Leah, Carlisle and Jasper.

I opened the letter addressed to me, meanwhile, skimmed it and smiled. Charlie was having fun and Sue was too, and he was asking us about our life here at the moment – I would call him soon. Again, as I assessed his letter, I felt the weak pang of unease at the fact that he was getting closer to Sue.

The other letter was addressed to Carlisle for the electricity bill and everything, I got up, ran across the room to place it on the table and ran back, sitting on the sofa.

From then on, whenever Lizzie would come to our place, she always had letters, and each time she came, her expression became more and more somber. Each time she came, she made wonderful food, quoting the wolves, and they ate it up with sheer enjoyment.

Today, Lizzie knocked on the door while Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett had gone out to the cinemas to watch a few movies, and Carlisle had an emergency case at the hospital, while Esme had gone to buy home accessories.

This time, as soon as the bike sputtered, Leah's head snapped up at once, as if she had been waiting for this. Previously, she had gone to Lizzie's place and was with her, as there was something troubling Lizzie….

Leah opened the door, and Lizzie walked in with two envelopes and a box. But her hair was lank and lifeless, her eyes baggy underneath and tired, soft somehow as if she had been crying. I saw Edward's eyes fall with sorrow and concern as he read her mind, and as he turned to me, he nodded. And I knew he would tell me later.

Lizzie's POV

I walked through the door slowly; my heart speared as if every step I took cursed me. The pain was growing…growing….

The room was room temperature, and I saw Leah with reproachful eyes, and she was looking at my expression, fears confirmed.

It was all too fast. I didn't care. I didn't care if this was wrong or right or bad or wonderful or hot or cold or beautiful or ugly or mathematical or pseudoscientific…..

I handed the box with steaks and grilled cheese sandwiches to Jacob without looking at him and I turned to go out.

"I'm sorry." Leah sounded sympathetic. "Come here and tell me everything."

I faced her, and a traitor tear pooled from my puffy eyes and down my cheek.

"Too painful…" I told her. "I can't. I'm not ready. I'm afraid……"

Leah hugged me tight, and her scorching skin didn't surprise me, only day before yesterday, as I sat on the cliff mourning over a possible loss, she had come to sit beside me and told me that he, her brother, Jacob, Sam – all these people – were werewolves.

But I didn't care. Losing someone you would think you'd never lose was like a feeling that no-one could explain without experience. I thought I'd never lose Leo, never. But there he was. Lost.

And worse…it was my birthday today. My becoming 18 at long last. And he had just left me heartbroken of the cliff, and had gone into the Lynette's car…who he was dating since last year. And our relationship was on for three years. Including this one. If I were smart – I would have jumped off that cliff that second – but some sort of paralyzing instinct had told me to come here.

But then again…a lot of things were making me feel weird this morning.

First of all – I had felt this urge to – to bite my foster mum. I mean not "bite" exactly, but she smelt better than ever before – and my teeth felt…thin all of a sudden. And then, my temperature had hiked enormously too – making dad worry a little. Then of course, my reflexes were a little faster than usual – I surprised mum when I stopped the vase from falling as I ran real fast to it in a second or something. Oh – and the knife slipped and it kinda stabbed my in my hand when I was alone shopping vegetables, but I happened to come out hardly wounded, and healed fast as anything!

But nothing mattered. It just didn't matter.

Love was something that spun me to who I am. It had held me together.

And now I was in pieces. I wasn't even feeling much heartbreak physically – something that told me that I was too damaged.

Leah hugged my and then frowned.

"You're warm. Warmer than a …human. Do you have a fever, Liz?" she frowned at me.

I shook my head.

"ETAD. Emotional Trauma Aftermath Disorder." I blubbered.

"There's no such thing-" she started.

"There is now." I cut across her, my voice breaking.

"There, there…" she said, steering me to the room.

I knew this was a scene – but I couldn't keep a track of myself. I turned to look at everyone and I saw Bella looking at me in a surprised manner. Yeesh – vampire. I tried to understand her, trying to see why she was staring at me.

I saw a blurry mass of memories in her – her mind played up some faces – Seth, Jacob, Edward and all these people I hadn't actually met eye-to-eye.

Who cared? Did I even want to care?

I edged forward as if the thing pulling me here since morning was once again tugging onto me…

I walked forward to reclaim my food box from Jacob, and went to kneel beside Jacob, Leah and Seth.

They were werewolves – I knew that now – but nevertheless, the spasm of fear that should have run through my muscles never came. I didn't feel no fear – I just felt a feeling of…decorum.

I ladled out the food onto a few plates and I served Jacob then Leah.

I saw Seth lifting a plate kindly, and he said "You take it. You could use some food."

I stopped immediately, because the voice…the tone…it was exactly like Leo's, and that made the food box slip from my hands and crash.

Seth's russet hand whipped out fast to hold it and I looked up into his eyes.

He was looking back at me with brilliant black eyes…

And then out of nowhere – something weird clicked inside of me. Something I had never felt before.

Looking into Seth's smoldering black eyes, I felt exhilarated, and I was looking at him because it seemed as if before this, I had never seen boys. I saw him and I could hear a fresh chorus of "hallelujah" playing in my head, and it felt as if …… this sudden weight just lifted from my heart…..and I was free, I was flying like a balloon….and the only this kept me here was a single thread holding us together, and I felt so…..so WACKO I just didn't know what to say! It was hard to believe that I had actually seen any boys til now!! Impossible!! And then I felt such…attachment…! This feeling was so whole, so …… gargantuan and unexplainable and it made my heart swell and it made me feel connections with him – as if he was my salvation, and I was the beggar.

The weird this I realized was that I was using my power to understand him.

And he was feeling the exact same thing. Only, his was stronger, as if……I was the priestess of light, and he was the prisoner of darkness.

My grief fled from my mind as I felt my face reflected in his eyes.


Hehe – review me to tell me what has just happened between the two, and let me give you some trivial stuff

She has a vampiric power

She has done something Seth has too.

Now isn't her generic "species" confusing?

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Love…

Ash (\/)