When he was finally done explaining everything to me, time had long since past us and it was almost morning. Light was gently starting to show, but not nearly to its fullest length behind the thick coat of clouds covering the atmosphere above us. Even if a great amount of light could shine down upon us, human couldn't chase them away for we were deep inside a remote forest hidden away from the conspicioius bright glamour that would automatically form over their skins under the circumstance. But here, no. I was learning more and more about this place the longer I stayed.

"Anything else," asked Jasper, "you were wanting to know?" His voice was kind and tender, like it had been so many decades ago. I couldn't help, but actually come across a feeling deep inside me. I didn't know what it was, but I'd felt it before I knew. Nothing, not even the pain I went through to become this monster, could match up to the agony.

I shook my head, this time not trusting my voice.

It was quiet then for a short while. When I felt his eyes still gazing upon me, I had a hunch he was trying to say something else. "Yes?" I said, turning to him. From the diminutive raise in his eyes brows, I could tell he was shocked that I noticed something. Then, keeping his brilliant golden eyes on me, he asked, "Since all of this-I was wondering if you could shed some light on some of my questions. Will you?"

I didn't see this coming. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. It seemed rather foolish of me to not think ahead, and not to mention act surprised at this very moment for the question my brother just asked me. The conflict in it really was that I couldn't tell any true tales or answers. It would all have to be false if I answered his most desired questions. But, looking into his gentle, welcoming eyes, I didn't have it in me to lie to him. He was my brother! I could lie to Aro one of the most feared vampires among us, I could lie to myself which I did a lot more frequently than anticipated. But him! Him of all people and myself in the world, I could not. Even Samuel, I could fib to; a white lie anything of that sort that seemed harmless. But, Jasper, no; even a white lie felt deep enough to pass as a pure, outrageous one.

Just thinking about this was weakening me. After feeding, the strength was ten times the amount I might use to run across a continent and back. It was draining me drastically by the second every time I kept my mind on this topic concerning my brother. It was weakening me to the point where even I was starting to feel vulnerable.

"Elizabeth?" I heard him ask softly, about to touch my arm with his hand. I was starting to understand now that every time he said my name like that in one sentence that he was clearly asking if I was all right or if something was wrong.

Unable to lie to him, I said nothing. Then, feeling his eyes stay on me I moved my own back to the endless miles of trees ahead. Doing this, I realized how insecure and vulnerable I really was. I could feel it even, having a down-under weakness rising higher and higher every second I spent with Jasper. I couldn't speak, my voice was lost along with my will and dignity. Finally, under all of my timidness and rising anxiety, a strong scent rose. I took a deep breath under my nose, trying to distinguish it from all the others I sensed. But, before a match could forth the source of the smell had already appeared before us. Being in the eerie condition that I was, my vulnerability took the best of me. And admitting that, before I got a chance to look into the eyes of our visitor, I shut my eyes closed and made an instant departure out of that scene. It wouldn't be until I found myself alone in another part of the deep forest, that I'd realize the stranger who came forth wasn't really a stranger. But my brother's adopted brother-and my supreme target.

Once finding myself all alone in the giant setting, a rush of humiliation came over me. Damn it! Why did I do that! I couldn't help but feel like a coward-and in front of my own brother too! The humiliation just kept on getting worse.

Then, an mild noise and shivering vibrated on the side of my hip. Turning to it and hearing the human-designed ring tone, I removed the strange device Aro had insisted I take with me out of my worn-out jeans, and unwillingly took the call.

This time around a few seconds was all I needed to return to my old self. Once hearing and understanding the Volturi were trying to contact me, my immediate instinct went right back to my normal stubborn, loud personality. Already knowing exactly who it would be, I hollered, exceptionally angrily and annoyed, "What?!"

"I was just wanting to hear how your task was progressing," said a slick voice, "Aro, especially, is curious."

I had to let them give me a phone. I groaned. "This isn't the time," I told him coldly.

"Understood," he said, sounding considering, but I knew better. "Just give me a full report of your progress so far, and I'll pass it on to our leader."

"Later!" I shouted, hating how much control they had over me. "I'm busy!" And with that, I hung up, snapping the cell-phone shut, then slamming it to the ground-floor where it now lay crumbled up into pieces. I breathed heavily. I was going to have to do something.

My quick decisions were always the best-and only-thing I liked most about myself. Usually, because of the constant tight-situations I was in, I became adapted to coming up with important decisions, and all of them usually worked too. But, going back to the Cullen situation, I couldn't honestly make out any kind of decision there. I thought hard about what I should do. Take the vampires? But that would surely devastate my brother, and I don't think I can stand seeing him first hurt and saddened; then become completely angry with me! But if I don't Samuel will no doubt die. What am I supposed to do?

Overwhelmingly upset and frustrated, I paced back and forth continuiously throughout the damp empty forest. My mind was intwined in so much contrast and difficulty I was sure if I was still a weak vulnerable mortal, I would've already struck myself dead. Not that I would've minded much, but due to this rare case where there was more to worry about than just myself, I had to keep myself up and active. But thinking hard and was even more frustrating, especially when the image of Jasper circled around my thought.

I wonder.... A sudden thought came to me, over an unbalanced plan I was unsteadily building. Could it work? Was it possible? It was like a rock slamming into her head when she instantly realized it was her decision....Her decision. The thought came uneasily to her, feeling how unfamiliar the fact was at the moment. If she was able to rescue and save Samuel from the terrible clutches and conditions of the Volturi it would be worth a value only she contained.

A value as worthy as her gift.

This is it, she decided.

A little confusing yes, and so sorry I haven't updated anything in the longest time. But here you go, and hopefully I'll spare a little while to update a new chapter soon. :)