A/N: Okay, so this chapter is just a quick summary of what happened, but from Jayden's point of view. I just want to make sure everything is clear.

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Amnesia

Jayden's POV

I slowly drifted back into consciousness, not exactly sure where I was. I knew I was laying on something soft, but I couldn't think of where I could be. I couldn't even remember what happened before I passed out.

I knew I felt different, though. There was something, but I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. It was weird, but I felt…taller. Like I had grown again, but more this time. But that wasn't even all of it. I felt…stronger…smarter…just more than what I was. Like I could do anything.

I tried opening my eyes when I heard a door open, and quickly close. I just listened as they walked around. I heard something that sounded like blankets being pulled back, before the person sighed. They put the blankets back and walked around to where I was. They pulled them back again and sighed…again. They walked out of the room, seeming to hesitate at the door, before closing it.

I opened my eyes and found myself in my mom and dad's room. I looked down and was surprised to find myself on their couch. I looked over the back and grew very confused. I was in the middle of the room on the couch that used to be against the windows.

I was crying, on the ground on my knees, my hands holding…something. I kept repeating myself, but couldn't tell what I was saying. Someone kneeled next to me and squeezed my shoulder. I turned and buried my face in their shirt, knowing they weren't there to hurt me…

I blinked away the memory and fell back onto the couch. I still didn't know what happened, but I guessed it had something to do with that.

I'd have to find mom and ask her. Or maybe dad would know…

The door flew open and I jumped, turning towards the sound. Grandpa Carlisle and Uncle Jasper came in, quickly followed by Grandma Esme, Aunt Alice, Aunt Rose, and Uncle Emmett. But not my parents.

I looked at them questioningly, but their gazes shot to my right. I slowly turned my head, dreading what I was going to see with them looking like they were. And I did.

Both my mom and dad were in the bed, bandages peaking out of the covers. Both of them had their shoulders wrapped up and were unconscious, pained looks on their faces. I stood up slowly and took the few steps over to the side of the bed.

I took my mom's hand out from under the covers and held it in both of mine. I kneeled down next to the bed and waited.

Waited for her to squeeze my hand.

Waited to hear her breathe.

Waited for her eyes to flicker open.

For her to look at me with the same love and caring that she has since the day she saved me.

But she didn't. She didn't move. Her hand stayed limp in mine. I sat there holding her hand until I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. They kneeled down beside me and slowly wrapped their arms around me. I turned my head to find Grandma Esme next to me, her head resting on my shoulder. I turned back to my mom, but she still hadn't moved. My dad was the same way, but it didn't look like he had as many wounds as she did.

I heard someone sit down on the couch behind me, but I didn't turn around. Someone came to my other side, rubbing my back. I don't know how long I stayed there, but eventually, I found my voice again, even though my words were broken.

"Why? Why…does everything…always…happen to them? Why can't…people…leave them…alone?" I gasped out between sobs.

I didn't even notice the absence of tears until Esme took my face in her hands and turned me towards her. She smiled sadly at me and kissed my forehead.

I let go of my mom's hand and let myself fall into her, my head landing on her chest. She scooped me up onto her lap and wrapped her arms around my shaking form, just letting me cry. I turned my face into her shirt and just let go.

I couldn't hold it anymore. Seeing them like this only brought back memories of the other times mom had been hurt. Dad was usually the one saving her, but this time, he couldn't. And I couldn't help them, especially those other times. I tried to do something, but I was too small. I couldn't even remember what happened this time, and that realization brought my sobs to a halt. I lifted my face and looked around to find Grandpa Carlisle sitting on the couch behind me, his face in his hands.

"Gra- Grandpa, what happened to them? I- I don't- I can't remember," I said, still trying to catch my breath.

He jerked, like he was waking up, and looked at me. His face told me nothing at first, like he didn't even hear me, but his expression slowly changed to one of confusion. His head tilted to the side.

"You…don't remember?" he asked. I shook my head and his eyes grew wide.

"Nothing? Nothing at all?" I shook my head again. He moved so that he was sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Do you remember…hunting? Going hunting with your mom and dad early yesterday morning?" I thought back for a second and nodded.

"Yeah, but not much after that. You, Grandma, and I went upstairs when we got back, but I didn't want to go. Something bad was going to happen, and mom and dad were going to be in it. But I can't remember anything after that. It's just a blank." I shook my head, frustrated with myself. From his tone, it sounded like I should be able to remember these things.

"Is it possible that he's got PTSD? Can that be it?" I turned to my left to see Alice sitting on the floor. She must have been the other person kneeling next to me. I looked back at Carlisle to see him nodding his head slowly.

"I don't know if we can actually get that, but he's got the amnesia. His sudden change might have triggered it." He seemed to go into his own little world, leaving me confused and looking at anyone for an explanation.

"Wh- what is he talking about? What change? Wh- what happened?" I asked frantically, my head whipping around to everyone in the room. Finally, I turned to my grandma and she smiled at me, taking my hand.

"You said you remember going hunting, so do you remember what Jacob Black said your parents are?" I thought back to that day, just trying to focus on the words and not the images.

"He said…they were vampires. That they were just like the people that killed my first parents. Like the one that bit me. Is…does that have to do with this? Why I feel different and why they are like this?" I looked at her and she nodded her head sadly.

"Yes. The reason you were growing so fast was because of him attacking you. Your mom tried to get all of his venom out, but it was too late. She got what she could, but there was still some in you. So, ever since we brought you home, you've slowly been changing into one of us. Yesterday, you fully changed when you saw what had happened to you mother. You saved all of us."

I stared at her, not quite believing what she was saying. How could I have saved everyone? I don't doubt the changing part. There's enough of a difference in me to prove that, but I don't feel that strong. I blinked, bringing my attention back into the room.

"But…what was going on? You still didn't tell me what happened," I whispered.

"Well, the family of those two vampires weren't happy that we killed them to save you. They also weren't happy about how your dad had a friend of theirs killed, along with the vampire that almost killed your mother before she was changed. So, they came here to get back at them. They attacked all of us, but their real targets were your parents. They coated their daggers with something that increased the degree of their wounds, which is why they are like this and we aren't. It only affected the first person it wounded."

I nodded slowly, trying to remember what she was telling me. She went on to describe the events of the battle, how we were in one of the bedrooms where we could see what was going on, and everyone got captured and wounded.

The leader was talking to my mom about a deal to save everyone except herself. She agreed, but attacked the vampires surrounding her. She took out a couple before they got her down. That was when the vampires came up and got us out of the room.

They brought us down to where they had everyone and the leader, Laurent, told them to bring Carlisle and Esme over to the others. Another vampire had picked mom up by her hair and the man was talking to her, and to me, telling me that this was what happened when you killed your own kind to save humans.

He drove a blade into mom's chest, and then put another to her throat. He was about to kill her when I screamed and every vampire from the other coven burst into flames. By the time I had ended up by my mom, I was fifteen and they were gone. Little flames had caught her before she hit the ground, and kept her from rolling onto her back.

I had started sobbing again, and she stopped, pulling me into her embrace. I buried my head in her shoulder, shaking my head slowly.

"Shh, Jayden, honey. They're going to be okay. It's just going to take a little longer for them to heal than normal, that's all," she said in my ear, one of her hands on the back of my head.

She rocked me as my sobbing slowed. She picked me up and laid me on the couch, Grandpa Carlisle moving out of the way and Aunt Alice taking his place. My head ended up in her lap and she ran her fingers through my hair as my eyes slowly closed.

"Rest now, Jayden. You've been through a lot. We'll talk more tomorrow, after you wake up," Alice said, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

A/N: I know not a lot happened, but I wanted to give you a look at what's happening in Jayden's head after his change. I'm seeing one or two more chapters, so this is almost over… :(

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