A/N:Thanks for the reviews!I'm so happy that I've got 16 reviews now!This chapter will be pretty confusing and a little fast-paced because of Elizabeth's unstable emotions so please bear with the fact that she's a bit too jumbled in her thinking and what's she's feeling.I'd tell you all to review but I think you're all going to hate me because I have another cliffhanger waiting for you at the end.And I might not update until next week so...I'm so sorry!!!But...err...if I do get a lot of reviews...I should be able to finish writing the next chapter which will explain everything.So,yeah...um...anyway,keep reading and thanks! - MissMei92

THE TALE OF ELIZABETH CULLEN

He was joking. He had to be joking. He was lying to me, again! When would he just stop lying! Stop playing all these cruel lies and sick jokes on me. The nice, fuzzy feelings I'd previously had, the ones from his kiss, were drowned in an ocean of fury and denial. I shoved him, really, really hard, and just ran.

Ran far away from him, trying desperately to crush the fact that what he was saying…might actually be true. No! No! No! I was not some failed science experiment! I was just an eight-year old girl who lived with her family and had friends at school. I had a life. A normal one. I breathed in the comfort and relief I received from this, but it was terribly short-lived.

The pounding of my aching heart in my chest from my non-stop running, coupled with the fact that I was anything but a track athlete eventually made me stop. A mess of blurry memories flew back and forth in my mind, his words echoing over and over again. You are part of one of those failed batches… You are part of one of those failed batches… You are part of one of those failed batches…

I sunk to the floor in defeat and curled myself up into a tiny ball, my head resting on my knees, sticky wet tears flowing down all over my legs and dripping down onto the cold marble. I was shaking from all the confusion, sobbing like I'd done yesterday.

He couldn't do this to me! Why would he do this to me?! I just started crying and sobbing even more furiously. It wasn't fair. All I wanted was to just live like any other kid. Why did he have to come along and tell me that lie? My brain clicked in understanding when I thought that.

My eyes stopped their impulsive reaction and I looked up, comprehending something at last. It was a lie. I didn't have to believe another word out of him. Why should I believe anything he said! My heart was appeased by this and stopped thumping crazily as though I was about to have a heart attack.

My mind calmed. I stood up, wobbling slightly, realizing that lunch would be over by now. I didn't keep a watch with me so I was lost for the time. But I didn't want to go back to class. I wasn't going to face him. I didn't have to. I smoothed my wrinkled and dampened uniform, trying to flatten the creases all over my white polo tee and lavender skirt.

I took my lace hanky and wiped away the tear stains on my face and my legs. I tried to comb my hair through with my fingers to make it look more like the usual bouncy bob it was. I was far from presentable but I walked back the way I'd come, expertly gathering my bearings as I tried to locate the main office.

I was doing what my mom had told me to do. Going to Susan for help. A small feeling of loneliness washed over me as I explored empty hallway after empty hallway. I hadn't grasped the fact that the school was this monumental in size.

I finally found my way back to the hallway which led to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was still bustling with noise and laughter. Lunch period was not yet over. I took a detour to the girls' bathroom, hoping to fix up my general appearance. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

I didn't look as bad as I'd thought. My hair was still somewhat neat. My uniform wasn't so crumpled and I could always explain that I'd fallen down the stairs, given my klutz factor. My face wasn't puffy at all, unlike yesterday. I guessed it was because I hadn't really truly forced the crying to come out continuously. I'd just let the tears stream out for as long as they'd wanted to, so my eyes looked fairly the same. Not red and swollen at all. My nose wasn't runny either.

I could still go back to class and try to ignore him. Yes, that was what I'd do. There was no way I'd let him get the better of me. I wouldn't let myself be manipulated by that viciously obsolete lie. I primped myself a bit more before I heard the bell ring, signaling the end of lunch. I walked back to class, hoping I could slip into my seat without him being around yet.

I carefully peeked inside. He wasn't here. I let out the breath I'd been holding in and had it replaced by another gulp of fear. Seraphina wasn't sitting in her seat. Well, how could she have been with you off somewhere alone with him? A tiny voice in my mind said. I was about to swear, something I'd heard my uncles do under their breath countless times, but bit it back in.

No need to panic, I soothed myself. She's probably at the cafeteria like everyone else. There's no way she'd report it or anything like that. I shrieked from the jolt of pain. I'd bit my tongue far too hard by thinking about it. I sank into my seat and fell against the smooth glass of my table, once again. I heard the door swoosh. I was scared to look up.

Don't let it be him. I couldn't handle the first time, how could I handle it now without breaking down into a complete mental case? The person who'd entered sat down too, more silently than humanly possible. It was him. I groaned on the inside, and planted myself firmly in my position until the door swooshed once again.

"Elizabeth!" I heard a relieved voice call.

"Oh, Elizabeth! Are you alright?" Seraphina asked me anxiously.

She must have shot an angry glance at him because I heard him say, "Sorry."

This really ticked her off. "Sorry!? What did you do to her!?" I nearly jerked my head upwards upon hearing her reaction.

Seraphina was a cool and composed diplomat. She never got mad, except that time in the chatroom…My eyes flew wide open. I stood up and looked at him, his back turned from us, facing the front of the room, in plain, outright ignorance.

"Greenboy1234…?" I whispered into the silent class. He visibly froze. I was right.

"You're him!?" I was the one yelling now. Seraphina's rage-filled eyes were replaced with fear-saturated ones. She gripped my arm tightly and I realized she was about to faint.

"Seraphina!" I held her close and lowered her into her seat. She was breathing so fast, so tensely.

"Help me!" I shrieked at him. She was starting to convulse. He remained frozen solid in his seat.

"NO! Seraphina!" I shook her, desperately wanting her to wake. She was having a seizure.

"Colin! Call someone! Please!" The tears were starting to come once again. I laid her down on the floor, and ran for the door. I had to find a teacher! She could die! That very thought nearly sent me into a sheer state of mindless panic. I bumped into something stone hard. It was Colin. He was blocking the way out of the class. He was blocking me from helping her. He wanted her dead.

"What are you doing!?!" I screamed, horrified at his unfeeling movement. I had to get out. I beat against his granite chest with so much anger that it should have made any normal 8-year old double over in pain from the moment I started.

He gripped my wrists and stopped me. "DON'T." He said it in such a steel voice that I did stop.

"But…She'll…" I said hopelessly, not finishing the sentence. I was lost for anything to say at all which could possibly amend the situation.

He gazed into my eyes, pleading with me to stop and think. "She will be fine. It's her time now." He said it ominously, but still in a pleading voice. He wasn't worried at all.

Confused, I glanced back at her. She had stopped convulsing and shaking. She had opened her eyes and she seemed…okay. I ran back to her and squeezed her hand, throwing out a string of the words "Are you okay?" at her.

I was beyond happy that she'd woken up from her seizure. I was ecstatic with relief. Colin came over to her and swiftly pricked her arm with a sharp pencil he was holding. I was incredulous with the absurdity and illogicalness of his action.

"What the heck is wrong with you?!" I shrieked, slapping the pencil away with all my strength.

"She's just survived a seizure! And you're pricking her arm with a pencil!?" I yelled madly. Well, I guess I deserved what I got next, considering all my screaming and yelling. A slap.

"Calm down. I'm surprised that all your hyperventilating and hysterical screaming hasn't attracted anyone yet!" His voice rose louder for a second at the end. He was fed up with my hysterics. And so was I.

"And why shouldn't it!?" I hissed angrily. He was so…inhuman!

"Because of this…" he held up Seraphina's arm, the one he'd just pricked, "…look."

I looked at her arm but nothing prepared me for what I saw. He had just pricked her arm alright, but it wasn't blood which was flowing out. It was something else entirely. It was white and thick, almost like…vampire venom.