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10. Moved:

Elizabeth:

"I don't want to move," I moaned as my mother carefully placed the last pair of socks into my suitcase.

"Lizzy," she sighed, her perfectly arched eyebrows drawing together in frustration with me, "How many times do I have to tell you? We're moving because of..."

"Grandpa's job," I finished for her, "Yeah, yeah, I know. But why can't we just stay here? You, Dad and me, I mean."

"We go together," she replied firmly, "As a family. There is nothing more important in life than your family."

"I know," I huffed, casting a longing glance around my sea-foam green room, "But I really love it here."

"You'll love it in Forks, too," she smiled and there was no hint of age on her face. No laugh lines or crows feet carved into her perfect, marble skin.

"Says you," I rolled my eyes at her.

She laughed, "Yes, says me. Don't worry, I thought I'd hate Forks too but it turned out to be the best place in the entire world."

"Because that's where you met Dad," I said, knowing the story, once told to me as a bedtime fairytale, already.

"And because that's where we found you," she continued softly.

"Can we please skip the trip down memory lane, Mom?" I asked, only half annoyed.

Her golden eyes sparkled with a smile and she kissed the top of my head, "If you like."

My dad walked into the room then, picking up the stack of heavily stuffed suitcases with ease, "Are you ready to go, Elizabeth?"

"No," I grumbled and he smiled the crooked smile that I knew my mother loved.

"She's still a bit hesitant, but she'll come around," Mom told him with irritating confidence.

"I don't think I have a choice," I replied.

"That's the spirit kid," Uncle Emmett called from down the hallway.

Dad laughed as he walked out of the room, the stack of suitcases piled neatly in a row. Mom waited for me as I sluggishly walked out of the door, managing to catch a final glimpse of my old room before the door was shut behind me. This sucked. This sucked hard core. I didn't want to move to stupid old Forks. Why couldn't we just stay here? Why did Grandpa Carlisle have to be obsessed with helping people?! Man, this sucks!

"We have to go, Liz," Dad said from in front of me.

"Daaaad," I whined, "Can you, like, not invade my mind?"

"I'm not in you're mind, angel," He chuckled, "You're face is saying it all."

"We have to go, honey," Mom echoed, "People are starting to ask questions, your father has heard them."

I sighed and followed them into the front yard. Goodbye old house, I'll miss you. Goodbye tree with the tire swing, you were always fun. Goodbye old life.

"Why do I have to go to the high school there, though?" I grumbled, voicing my most pressing concern, "Why can't I just keeping up with home schooling?"

"Because you need to be with people your own age," Dad replied, "You can't stay locked up in the house forever."

"Why not?" I asked, "I'm sure Grandma won't mind."

"You need to be with your own," Dad said softly.

"I am with my own," I replied stubbornly.

This was an old argument, one that had been raging since I had first learned the truth about my adoptive family, one year ago. My family, they were vampires and I was totally cool with that. I mean, these were the people who had saved me when I was a baby, who had taken me in and raised me as their own. I loved them, even if I didn't always own up to it. I wanted to be with them forever. Regrettably, they wanted me to stay human, have a normal life and blah, blah, blah. What was more, I wasn't entirely sure I was 'normal,' anyway. I kept having strange nightmares, nightmares that I'd had ever since I could remember and sometimes I could do things that couldn't be explained. My family didn't know what was up with me, either.

I heard the trunk shut and sighed. I slouched against the silver Volvo and took in the view once more. I really would miss this place. Our old two story house set against the wide, lush expanse of the forest. It was all so beautiful and we were leaving it all behind to go to dumb, rainy Forks.

"Let's go, Liz," Mom said as she opened her door and climbed into the passenger seat.

I crossed my arms over my chest and made no move to open my door.

"Now, Elizabeth," Dad ordered.

I scowled but opened the door and climbed in, sulkily. I slammed it shut behind me as hard as I could muster, earning me a warning glare from my father via the rear view mirror. I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him. This was way past unfair. We pulled away from the house and I watched it until it disappeared around the bend in the road. I turned in my seat and unzipped my backpack, pulling out my mp3 player and popping in my earphones. This was going to be a looooong drive.

I was running through the trees. It was utterly useless to run, I knew that, but still, I had to try. My lungs burned with the effort to gulp down the cold, damp air. My legs and chest stung with the effort to get away. The pain in my abdomen didn't help the matter, either. Every few minuets, stabbing pain shot through my body in a near crippling sensation.

I ran through the forest, touching everything I possibly could. I had to buy myself enough time. I rubbed my bleeding hands on another tree. It was so cold, but I had to continue to shed what clothing I had left. Maybe that would draw the monster away for a while. I ripped off my parka and flung it away from myself as hard as I could to the right of me, off the path. Another stabbing pain sent me to the ground as I bit back a scream. Not here. Not like this.

My abdomen slammed in on itself in another immobilizing contraction which tore a ragged scream from my throat. Not here! Another one hit and I rolled on the ground, curling myself into as tight a ball as my swollen stomach would let me in an attempt to stop the inevitable. I straighted myself out on the moss padded floor of the forest, unable to stave off nature any longer.

I screamed my pain, my anger and sadness to the misty canopy above me. I never meant for it to be like this, for it all to end here. I never meant for my life and the life of the child that was fighting to leave my body to be sacrificed. How had it come to this? I screamed again as I gave one last push. I heard the loud squalling of my baby and I struggled to sit up, even as my oh so tired body begged for me to stay down. No, I had to get to my baby, had to give her a chance to live, even if those chances were slim. I had to try.

I groped for the army knife in my jacket pocket and carefully severed the umbilical cord. It was something I had seen done many times before. Once the cord was gone, I immediately wrapped my baby in the blankets that were in the torn backpack I wore. I wrapped her up tightly, praying that it would be enough to keep her safe against the elements, should she survive the monster finding us here. And I knew that he would. I was in no shape to run any further. I hardly had any strength left at all.

But I knew what I had to do. I kissed my daughter once on the forehead and crawled over to the nest of ferns that were inches from where I lay. I placed her gently underneath the ferns and spoke the words that would at least keep her hidden from natural predetors. I wasn't sure if it would keep the one that hunted me at bay but I hoped that it would. I watched her sleep as I pushed myself backwards, my eyes filling with the eerie green of the forest. All there was now was to wait. Wait for the elements to claim my exhausted body or wait for my pursuer. Either way, I knew that this was the end for me...I wouldn't leave this place alive...but maybe my daughter would be spared...I could only hope...

I woke gasping for air and so cold. I fought against the cold that held me, pinned against the leather seats.

"Elizabeth," someone called to me, "Elizabeth, honey, you're okay...You're alright."

My eyes finally focused in the darkness to see my Mom staring back at me, her eyes full of concern. I felt a sob tear itself out of my throat and then a hot flood of tears fell from my eyes like a flash flood. Mom pulled me against her stony body and rocked me as I cried. She stroked my hair and whispered soft words of encouragement, waiting for me to calm. My tears slowed and finally, I was able to pull away from her.

"Tell me," was all she said to me.

I recounted my nightmare to her and I could feel my Dad's eyes on me as I spoke. He had continued to drive throughout my entire episode and let my Mom tend to me. After I finished, the car fell silent. Mom did that vampire thing where she went perfectly still, not even continuing with the old habit of breathing. My parents exchanged a weighted look and I narrowed my eyes at them, though they were too involved in their own look to notice. Mom dropped her gaze and turned a blank face to me.

"It's just a nightmare, honey," she said softly, if not a little too mechanically, "It's not real."

"Yeah, thanks for that," I replied, "May I ask what that look was for?"

"What look?" She asked me with faux confusion.

"Fine," I grumbled, turning away from her and putting my earphones back in.

I stared out of the window, not seeing anything but the complete darkness of what must have been the early hours of the morning. I could feel my mother's eyes on me like a near physical weight but I ignored her. If she didn't want to tell me what was going on, I didn't have to acknowledge her presence. I felt her slide gracefully back into the passenger seat and closed my eyes. If I fell asleep again, I prayed that I wouldn't dream.