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I HAVE SO MANY REVIEWS SINCE LAST TIME!! awwww i wuv u guys. Well for now, Fairytale Twilight: Cinderella is getting all the attention and I'm perfectly happy with that. I do like to write this more though. Compared to now, the writing before seems pathetic =D but i wuv this!! THIS CHAPTER IS COOL!!!

Dedication: Xx - Ashley Greene - Xx you better not be fakin that identity Ashley, cuz i actually believe you're...her!!

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The moon was larger than Venus in the black-violet skies, its white light bright, but daring to reflect off the surfaces of the deep. The water was still and black, darker than ink. The conglomerate boulders, chalky and dirty in daylight, were now dark and dangerous, only now there was an addition to their décor – red spatters of blood.

No one dared to blink. Nobody. Alice was gobsmacked, staring. Renesmee was still, her face betraying no emotion; I knew she was trying to keep a straight face. She knew she couldn't afford to add to my misery with her devastated expression. I would have allowed Renesmee to feel what she wanted to feel, but if I had, Renesmee, by now, would be screaming.

As I thought this, glancing briefly at her, I could see her breath halt, her eyes redden, and an anguished tear fall miserably from her eyes, which were glazed, the moonlight creeping over them. A still breeze rummaged through the hill for light leaves, whipping our hair around our faces.

He silence shattered; Lizzie crumpled to the ground with her hand held out, unknowing that she was at the edge of another cliff and that falling would mean death; unconscious of her surroundings, her mouth screamed a painful "No" of mirth – her scream was shrill, like nails scratching down metal, and without a thought, she stepped forward.

Carlisle and Esme, the closest to her, also took a step forward, but only to grasp her by the waist, her frame shuddering in might, and she was moaning, shaking in irreversible sobs, her throat constricting and allowing only the most strangled of sobs through.

Carlisle and Esme pulled her back a little, and she snapped to her sense.

"No!" she whispered.

"NO!" she yelled.

And there she went, as soon as Carlisle and Esme had let go of her. She stopped, pausing to allow two tears, and she ran forward, and jumped off our cliff, spread-eagled in the air, and she retained a diver's form, and plunged downwards.

We scrambled over the edge, watching her streamline downward, and she whistled through the thick air. Her slim body was getting smaller; it was not as high compared to the other cliff, but it was high enough to kill her.

Not a second had passed, until Carlisle, right after she had jumped, had gasped and followed her down.

"Carlisle!" yelled Edward, taking off his shirt and diving down to follow his foster father.

Emmett too followed his lead and he too took of his frilly shirt, ripping it apart and chucking it behind him, squatting, and then sprang like a professional to follow his brother.

Renesmee's eyes burned in her sockets, and just a split second after Emmett had jumped, she too went down to retrieve her beloved Jacob-

"Nessie!" Rosalie and I screamed at the same time, unable to grasp the trails of her cocktail dress as he tumbled down; both of us then did the unthinkable, we followed her, holding hands, and whipped through the air, down, down, down….

Lizzie POV

I zipped down, the wind howling in my ear, but the only sound echoing around my mind was the one of my soul mate – the one of Seth. I could feel his pain as he sank deeper, his head smarting and his memories jumbled. I could also see the look in his eyes, in my mind, his irises widening in pain and his skin paling with the moon…and the hurt that the same look echoed the hurt in my heart, and I prepared for the cold water, I prepared to make contact with it; my hands were smacked together in front of me, my dress whipping with velocity-

Until my fingertips made contact with ice-cold water.

A moment ago, where the wind was whistling like a spoilt boy while bored had in my ear, the water now cottoned the sound, a deep rush like the thrumming of a heart. I could feel a slight sting of the still water, now disturbed by my dive. I lost the feeling in my legs and hands, my face felt hot in the cold water…

Until Seth's yowl popped up in my mind, and I regained all feeling- I bobbed to the surface and I started to swim in a harried butterfly stroke towards the towering cliff, the patch of conglomerate rocks smelling strongly of blood….

I had to breathe, hence my choice of the butterfly stroke; plus it was faster, what with my strength. Behind me, I could hear the splashes of other people, making slapping contact with the inky water but I couldn't care less; beside me, far away where the cliffs met to make the Forks coast, I could see blurred figures running at the speed I was swimming; possibly Alice and Jasper, and Esme. The rushing behind me was marred with small sighs, panting, calling my name – the water simply entered his mouth each time he attempted to talk.

My goal was ahead and he conglomerate batch of rocks shifted ever closer, until my speed was too big, so I paused, my feet resting, and I waved my hand to keep on the surface.

Seth….my life….my soul….my love….

I dived again, without thinking.

My eyes opened to reveal the coloured depths of the water, darkening with every blink, their indecipherable pits possibly swimming with predators. I raked my line of vision-

A trail of blood was dispersing in water; I could smell it, and with a spurt of energy, I swam further down-

Bodies. There were human bodies trailing down and down and down…

I could make out Lizzie's hair fan out, I could see Jacob's lengthy black tresses disperse too; Sam's leg glinted from somewhere, Colin's prominent nose blurring out of sight; lips representing Seth's…..

Bubbles blew from my mouth and I swam further down, the vampires at my heel….

I grabbed Seth by the waist; his skin was still warm in the water and touching him was like being back in paradise; only it heightened my consciousness of him; he was crippled even in the weightless water – his eyes closed, a gash on his head bleeding profusely, his blood diffusing all the way into the water….Leah's hair on his face a tad bit…

I hitched him under my arm safely, my limb securely around his midriff. I was never selfish, so I grabbed the body nearest to me – Leah – and piled her over my shoulder, where she slung down and weighed me downwards even more. I also saw Sam's figure nearby, so I grabbed his leg with my free arm, hitching him under my other arm, and lastly, I grabbed Brady, who was sinking down by my hand, and moved my feet, instantly swimming up and up, where I could see all the Cullens looking at the expression in my eye, following my lead….

I broke the surface and the cool air froze my face, I panted and panted, and kicked my feet, propelling myself to a flat set of conglomerate rocks, dying for them to get nearer and nearer….

Exhaustion would describe my emotion, but physically, I was determined to get them somewhere where I could see if they were alive… begging God did no good….nearer…nearer….

I finally found ground under my foot…deep down, but I stepped on it…and walked along the reachable line of nature rocks and shore coast granite boulders until I arrived at the flat clearing, right beneath the cliff, and I heaved the figures on me onto the rock…

With one shaking arm, I placed Seth gently on to the rock; and now with one arm at least being free, I heaved Sam onto the surface, and then Brady. Finally, I placed Leah down on the rock too, and perched higher up, panting and coughing, staggering to my limits beside Seth, my chest heaving up and down…

The vampires defiantly arrived and placed the rest of the bodies by my side, the slushy thuds resounded slightly off the rocks and I sighed, coughing up water.

I breathed in and out, my pants harsh, mixed with sobs and I moaned – the combination made weird sounds come out of my mouth.

I could feel Seth's hot skin next to me…he was completely wiped. It gave me the strength to stand up and roll over, my hair sopping, over him…

"Seth…."

"Seth…."

I rolled over, sat up, and hurried to examine him-

All the bodies we had brought were naked – scattered cloth held their dignities together; evidently they had changed into their wolf form in a hurry. Leah, the only girl there, had her too-loose dress she always put on before transforming so she wouldn't have to worry about clothing was still intact – wet and sopping but covering her up. Seth had his loose shorts on – a little ripped from the side, but otherwise alright.

A brief assessment and I kneeled at Seth's waist; immediately, I put my knees either side of his pelvis, my groin near his, and I sat down. His muscular cheat was bare and perfect – I placed my hands immediately on his chest and started to pump-

I pumped and pumped and pumped, CPR, pumped and pumped and pumped. He wouldn't wake up.

I had faith in his – he wasn't going to die, he wasn't going to die….

But he wasn't moving. His bones, I could feel them, they were broken in places and my heart pierced itself….

I pumped even more – the only sign of life was his incredibly slow heartbeat and his slightly mending gash that bled profusely over his head…

I could here other attempts at CPR around me; the vampires were careful enough not to have their teeth make contact with the wolves' skin, or to pump too hard with the fear of breaking their bones further-

Sobs trailed down my face and into my overhanging hair as I pumped, pumped, pumped –

"We have to do something!" I cried. "Anything to keep them alive!"

"Carry them back to our place everyone!" Edward yelled, picking Sam up and heaving him over his shoulder. "We have to look at them there Carlisle."

Carlisle nodded, glancing at my shattered face. I sobbed as I got off Seth. I picked Lizzie up, carrying her in a fireman's lift that matched Edward's, and then gently hauled Seth into my arms, carrying him like a husband carrying his wife over the threshold. I stroked his hair, his innocent kid expression, and wished with my heart, for my sake and the sake of his sister and mother, that he would be ok.

I walked, climbing over rocks and small barnacles, and hiked up the side of the hill where there was a backpackers' trail. We thrashed up through the jungle, no body left behind, and when we had climbed the steep bit, I started to run, everyone following my lead.

My feet were alive; they were pushing the ground behind me and I was running for the lives of two people-

The cold wind smacked my face, but I didn't flinch from it – I could feel it warming up, I could feel my vampire self allow me to have the advantage-

We ran, dodging trees, and we sprinted up to the halfway mark, where we found the road-

A massive Jeep glinted in he moonlight at our arrival, its headlights on, with Esme's caramel hair whipping with the wind as she stoop still, leaning over the windshield-

"Thank goodness!" her sigh of relief was shaking with unimaginable, tearless sobs, and she leaned over the massive gates to help – Bella and Rosalie handing her their load as she set them down gently onto the seat-

All of us climbed aboard, and we set out to find space for everyone – Alice budged up at the front to sit on Jasper's lap; Carlisle squeezed in next to them, Esme on him, and then followed Rosalie and Emmett, the former being hugged by Esme, and the latter shifted her up so he could sit at the steering wheel.

Thank god for convertible.

There were two more rows of seats – Emmett's choice for space and a 4 wheeler was dire. Edward carried Sam over to the extreme left of the middle row of seats and placed him comfortably there. He then laid Colin, Jared and Paul respectively beside him, all squeezed together but in proper, dignified manner.

Last of all, climbed over the middle row to the utmost back, a giant spare wheel protruding, and the convertible cover right behind me. The row in front of us had been filled with unconscious bodies, and the row we were on too. Renesmee was huddled with her parents, sobbing her heart out, clutching Jacob. She kissed him on the head and then ruffled his hair slightly.

I watched her cuddle up to Jacob and I looked down at my Seth. I was sitting on the convertible covers, there being no space for me, with Seth lying across my lap. His face was too blank for me to know anything. I love him so much, but after seeing him fall from that cliff, for the safety of many, I felt prouder of him than ever – once, where I must have had suffered from jealousy because some actor I loved had hooked up with some other celebrity, I now felt that kind of a crush pointless, because around my boyish Seth, I never experienced that mature sort of "love" Bella and Edward were always talking about. I felt that "crush" around him – like a boy I was dying to have and impress, even after he was mine for good. I always felt the electricity of a young, teenage girl kind of love with him, sexual tension, and my heart would pop out and I'd feel the shock of pleasure spike my body as I'd die to go to his young frame and hug him to no limits. We loved each other, we really did, but being so young in our likes, we seemed so…novice, when the fact was that we could last years with a teenage impression and never fall apart, or get bored of it. Seth was so…young. I was so… young. Being young in love felt like the world was given to us both, and I'd still see him in the same light when we'd be sixty or something. And now, him unconscious on me, my crush-y love was in shock, and something else was surfacing, a worry, a pledge for his safety, along with a strange kind of…loss of bond…

Emmett thundered his way through the wilderness, and we were blurring past – it was 12 on dot midnight, and we leapt out of the jeep, halting at home. We all took bodies inside and laid them down wherever we could find room…sofas, floor, couch…

I deftly laid Seth and Leah down on the singles couch, and they slept peacefully, while I staggered to a stop at their feet, and my head on Seth's lap, I fell asleep immediately.

Movement stirred me awake – my eyes opened quickly as I felt disturbance at my head. I had slept so hard and well, my senses had been snuffed for the time I had. I blinked in confusion, the memories of last night imprinted well in my head. I scrambled to my feet when gentle warm hands pushed my head, and I tumbled down. There was plenty of noise around me…

I got up, hurt at why Seth had just pushed me off his lap and onto the floor. I flicked dust off my dress and straightened my hair, and yells of "What did you do that for" coloured the air.

I looked up, surprised at Seth's movement and met hius gaze straight into his eyes, expecting the same purity I had seen in the depths of them every time our gazes met.

But I was staring into the eyes of a Seth who looked at me as if he couldn't recognize me one little bit.

He gazed at me, his top lip rising in confusion and disgust, and his eyes were relaxed and empty…strangely empty.

"Will somebody tell me what's going on? And why is there some red-haired freak who was sleeping on me last night?"

Carlisle looked at me beseechingly, telling me to not make a scene and go bust at Seth. What was up with Seth? Didn't he recognize me? At that moment, I myself felt a loss of bond again, and I had lost some of that warm feeling in my heart. What was happening?

Seth looked around, disgusted. "Where am I? What's going on? And why was she sleeping on me? And why too was some strange girl sleeping on the couch with me? Am I in some sort of brothel or something?"

I was just…..

…..

…

Confused.

Carlisle picked me up and he stroked my hair as I looked, hurt, at Seth.

"I'm sorry Lizzie," he whispered.

Sorry for what?

"They've all lost their memories. See, that crack on the hea-"

He stopped as soon as he saw my expression.

I turned around to take in my surroundings.

The Quileute members were all confused at why they were there, and they all looked really perplexed.

I gulped. Renesmee was undergoing a similar speech by Jacob, who looked baffled at why he was semi naked and with Renesmee.

They had all lost their memories-

And Seth didn't remember me.

He couldn't remember his imprint. This was the loss of bond…?

A hollowing stirred my stomach. I felt queasy.

Seth didn't love me anymore.

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