Omg I am so sorry for taking so long to post!!! I've just been so caught up in vampire academy stories that I haven't been able to even think about twilight. But I promise this chapter is exciting. Sort of. Well, it's weird by I hope you like it!! I hope it was worth the wait.

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Chapter 10—Skye

'Can't you see what I was trying to show you?' Jackson asked in a slightly exasperated voice.

In a sort of sick, twisted way I could understand now why Jackson showed me those dreams. The dreams where he showed me the girls he hurt. I understood more clearly. I still thought it was wrong though. He wanted me to know what the girls looked like, and he had other reasons that he assured me I would learn in time.

As soon as I had stopped growing, Jackson had started showing me his prey. I couldn't watch at first and hid behind my hands. I thought it was repulsive and scary. Now I was determined to take in the details.

'Show me again.' I said. I hadn't slept in a week so I was starting to get tired. I could probably have lasted a few more days without sleep but right now I wanted to find out if what Miranda had said about Jackson and the ghosts tormenting him was true.

Jackson grinned in a freaky way. 'I need to show you how it began.' He said. And slowly, slowly, I found myself drifting. I couldn't see the forests anymore. I couldn't see Miranda talking to her baby—Angelo. She had named him that because he was her angel. He was what helped her keep fighting through the transformation. Angelo was truly amazing.

Soon I was standing in a small room. It was dark, but a small light bulb was hanging up above. I could see perfectly, but that might have been because of my vampire senses. I could smell stuff that was damp and disgusting. It was cold in here.

'Jackson?' I asked, knowing he wouldn't hear me even if he was here. When Jackson shows me his memories, I only ever see what he was doing. I looked around for him. A whimpering noise was coming from the corner.

A man was huddled up, his arms chained to the wall. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was shaking and looked completely terrified. But of what?

'Jackson?' I asked again, knowing I wouldn't get an answer. Where was he and why was he showing me this?

'Wh-who's there?' asked the man. For a moment I thought he was talking to me. Then I realised that he wouldn't be able to hear me. I was just visiting Jackson's memories in my dreams.

But where was Jackson? Whenever he sent me into his memories, I usually saw him doing whatever it was he did. But all I could see was a guy who appeared to be being kept locked up.

'Please don't hurt me.' He whimpered. He was looking right at me. But....how? Did he know I was there? Did he know I was watching him?

'Can you see me?' I whispered, amazed.

'Y-yes. Please. I want it to stop. Please make it stop.' He looked on the verge of tears.

'Make what stop?' I asked.

Then, a few things happened at once. About five figures appeared out of nowhere. Materialised. I knew instantly that they were ghosts. I jumped back towards the wall. I felt like this had happened before. But everything was so confusing to me. Somehow I felt I knew what they were there for. I just couldn't grasp the reason why.

'You are weak!' one of them yelled. All the other spirits/ghosts/whatever murmured in agreement. They inched towards the helpless man, yelling taunts at him. He struggled, trying to get away, but he couldn't because of the chains. He cried out. Yelling for help.

I instantly felt sorry for him. I couldn't do anything about the taunting ghosts. I didn't know where I was, didn't know how the man in the corner could hear me, but I wanted to help him.

'Leave him alone!' I screeched. The ghosts turned to look at me.

'Stay out of this little girl.' The one with black hair sneered at me.

The ghosts kept getting closer and closer. The man struggled to get away from him. They taunted him. They said horrible things to him. I wanted to cover my ears, but I didn't. Just in case one of them said something important.

'They think they can get rid of us. They call us demons. Don't you want them to believe you? You have to be more convincing Jackson. Your screams won't help you.' One of the ghosts said in a menacing voice.

Wait—Jackson? The man on the floor, chained to the walls was Jackson? I recalled what he had said earlier. 'I need to show you how it began.' So, this was how it began. Jackson had been tied up in a cell in who-knows-what year. Oh, God.

I studied the weeping man again. Blonde hair. Like mine. Like Jackson's. His face was how it was as an immortal, but less beautiful and more tired-looking. He continued to whimper and I wondered how long he had been tied up in this cell. How long the ghosts had terrorised him. And how the hell he could hear me.

I heard more voices. They weren't coming from the ghosts though. I strained my ears to hear who was speaking. It was a woman.

'Poor man. Possessed by demons. There is nothing that can be done for him. He has to be cleansed before he becomes a danger to us all.'

I shivered. A door opened. Standing there was a woman who was probably mid-twenties. She was human and wearing an old-style doctors coat. How long ago did this happen? Why do I feel like I remember?

The woman walked over to Jackson and unlocked his chains. She helped him up and I noticed his legs were very thin. He could barely stand on his own.

'Can't you see them? They're everywhere! Please look!' he shouted at the woman. He pointed madly around the room to where the ghosts were standing, still taunting Jackson with things like "weak" and "stupid".

The lady gave Jackson a gentle look. 'They will be gone soon. It will be all over.'

He got frightened all of a sudden. 'No, no! Please! Can't you see the angel? She's beautiful. Please! I'm telling the truth.' He pointed at me and was practically begging.

She shook her head and began to pull him through the door. I followed. They walked down a long corridor. Someone else was standing there, in front of another room with bars on the side. It was like a prison. And it was dark and cold.

I followed as the woman took Jackson into a room. He began screaming and trying to get away from her.

'Shock treatment.' Muttered the man who was standing in front of the cell. I turned to him and nearly gasped.

He was a vampire.

He had red eyes and was as pale as the rest of my family. I froze. Could he see me too?

'I never will understand them. They do absolutely nothing for the human mind apart from making the human unstable. Wouldn't you agree Mary?' I realised he was talking to someone in the cell. He had no idea I was there. I looked inside and saw a small human girl sitting on a bed in a cell not unlike Jacksons. Studying her features more I realised she looked too old to be a girl. She was probably early twenties or late teens. I felt like there was something familiar about her too.

'Alice.' I breathed. How could Alice be here? What was she doing here? I knew instantly that this must have been the asylum that she was admitted into. Did she know Jackson?

'I have foreseen.' She said. Her voice was quiet and high pitched, but not the tinkling voice like bells that I was used to.

'What is it dear? You can tell me. I won't put you into that torture chamber.' The vampire said.

'There is someone hunting me. I am not safe. He looks like you, with the red eyes.' She said.

'James? The man who came in here yesterday?' he asked, a little worried. Okay, I'm officially lost.

'Yes. He will try to bit me. I don't understand.' She said. A scream echoed through the hallway. Jackson.

The vampire's eyes tightened and narrowed. 'I'll be right back.' He said and then ran at an inhumanly fast speed down the hallway. I followed him. He burst open the door and I regretted looking inside.

Jackson appeared to be tied to a bed. He had a metal piece in his mouth and had many other wires tied to various parts of his body. A weird looking box was on a table next to him. the woman from earlier was standing beside it. She looked like she was mid-way through some kind of a procedure. Shock treatment, I realised.

'Claire, you are to stop now.' The vampire said.

She shook her head. 'This man is possessed with demons. We need to shock them out of him. His soul needs to be put at peace.'

The vampire sighed. 'I'll finish up here, you go check on Gertrude.'

The woman, Claire, studied the vampire for a minute and then left the room. The vampire went over to Jackson and stared down at him. Jackson groaned and his head lolled to one side. The vampire removed the wires and mouth piece and picked Jackson up into his arms.

I followed as he carried him back to the cell Alice was staying in. He glanced around and the pulled a key out of his pocket. He unlocked Alice's cell and without a word, took her hand and started leading her away.

I followed. They went through many corridors. So many people were screaming. It looked like the vampire wanted to help all of them, but instead he kept on walking, with Jackson in his arms and Alice clutching his hand.

We eventually left the asylum and I hoped I would never have to be in that place again. It was night outside and the stars shone brightly in the sky. I'd never seen them look so beautiful.

I followed as they went into the surrounding forests. They went further and further and I didn't know when they were going to stop. They didn't speak. Jackson groaned every now and again. Suddenly the vampire stiffened. He placed Jackson on the ground, bit him, picked up Alice and ran.

I was left standing there, confused and dazed but I knew what I had to do. I went over and sat next to Jackson, holding his hand and telling him comforting things while he underwent the transformation.

I got the hazy feeling in my head as I came out of the memory. Jackson was standing in front of me. I was leaning against a tree, which must have been how I fell asleep.

'What was that? How did you see me?' I asked him.

He gave me that freaky smile of his and I remembered how sorry I felt for him when he was in the asylum. 'You think we see ghosts? We don't. We see the souls of those who have departed their bodies. I could see you because when I showed you that memory, your soul departed your body. You came to me so many times when I was feeling lost and alone. You were always there. You always told the other souls off for scaring me, even though it didn't do much. You weren't born yet, but your soul was already wandering the earth. You felt like you remembered being there? Like you remembered doing that already? That's because you did. You already were there. It wasn't just my memory I showed you. It was yours too.'

I stood there, stunned. I contemplated that in my head. It didn't make any sense, but at the same time, it did. My soul was comforting my father, long before I got attached to my body. I remembered being in the asylum and knowing what would happen to Jackson because I already knew. I had seen it happen. I was there. Well, my soul was.

Woah. Being immortal just took on a whole new meaning.

'I have a lot of questions for you.' I said to my father.

That twisted smirk was still on his face. 'Yes, I expected as much.'

Anyone confused??? Well, if you have any question just review and you'll get the answers lol. Next chapter, the Volturi and more of Jackson/skyla's memories.