Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. The lucky Stephenie Meyer has that great privilege. I do own Miss Elizabeth Margarita Jane Abigail Valeria Austin however.
Authors Note: I know this chapter is short. Im sorry. After tonight, chapters will start to be longer and more frequent. Tonight is the last night of my play, and I will have a lot more free time.
"Hello darling," Mom said with a smile.
"Clara, talk some sense into your daughter," Adrian demanded. Mom laughed
"What did you do this time Elizabeth?"
"She went after Mikial,"
"Elizabeth Margarita Jane Abigail Valeria Austin," I winced. Oh god. She used my WHOLE name. The name that didn't even fit on my birth certificate. I was dead.
"Mom wait,"
"I certainly will not! We talked about this! You were NOT to go after him!"
"And I take full responsibility for disobeying you. But what was I supposed to do? Just sit here and let him kill people?! After he killed you?!" I argued back.
"That is WHY you were not to go after him! I was a much better witch than you and I got killed."
"Mom I killed him!"
"That is besides the point Elizabeth!! You disobeyed me in a way that could have gotten you killed!!" She took a deep breath, "Elizabeth never, NEVER do this again, do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," I said with a curt nod.
"Now Isabella," My mom said, turning to her with a smile, "How are you dear?" Izzy-Bell smiled.
"I'm great, Aunt Clara. And I've told you a million times. Please call me Bella."
"And I've told you a million times that I will not. Nicknames are ridiculous. Your name is Isabella on your birth certificate and that is what I shall call you," Izzy-Bell rolled her eyes and laughed.
"Aunt Clara you are crazy,"
"Well of course. You didn't Elizabeth got it from no where did you,"
"Hey! I'm not crazy!" I objected.
"What ever Elizabeth," Mom said with a chuckle. Mom and Izzy-Bell continued to talk for a while, and the whole family was introduced to my mother. Once Mom left I turned to Adrian.
"Go! Away!" I said firmly.
"Lizzie,"
"You know what Adrian. You are such a hypocrite. You're the one that told me were Mikial was!!"
"Lizzie, come on,"
"Get! Away! From! Me!" He orbed away. I started muttering in Spanish as I walked outside. No one followed me out. I climbed one of the trees and laid down, staring at the stars, calming myself down. I slowly fell asleep.
