Hey all welcome to the next chapter! Ok, this is from Alaizabel's P.o.V, so I hope you enjoy it! Major plot twist here!

Enjoy!

Chapter 14: Freak seeking missiles.

My life, I could now officially say, was unbelievable.

Literally, I'd have been institutionalized had I told anyone about it, it was that unrealistic.

I had been wary of Amaya for the first few days, as I could not grapple the idea that she'd heard me all the way from Chicago and that she (I hated to think it) died in approximately 1928. She didn't look a day over 19.
But after a few days, I just began to trust her. I mean quite seriously, I went to bed one night feeling uneasy and then the next morning I would have trusted her with more than my life. I didn't know why, I just did. She seemed a little smug that day; I guess the change must have been obvious to her.
It was the day the training began. It was terrifying at first, as she drove me to the sea again, and a horrible nausea and panic gripped my chest. I point blank refused to get out of the car, but then she said something to me that made me go with her, my feet following a path my mind had not registered.

"I just want you to hold your head under the water. You come up for air when you need. But hold your breathe for at least... oh let's say 10 seconds." she explained calmly to me. Shivering as I knelt in the cool water from more than the chill temperature, I squeezed my eyes shut and dipped my face below the surface.
"Lower" I heard her call through the water, pushing my back down gently so my entire head was covered, my knees resting on the pebbles below the water. I was entirely submerged now.

I started counting in my head, careful not to go too fast.
1 Mississippi,
2 Mississippi,
3 Mississippi,
4 Mississippi (I started to feel uncomfortable),
5 Mississippi,
6 Mississippi (I felt heavy, like my skin was made of lead),
7 Mississippi (I couldn't hold my breath much longer, I was starting to panic),
8 Mississippi,
9 Mississippi (I let a few small bubbles stray out my mouth)
10.

I released the bubbles in a great flurry, each of them gently caressing my face as they flew past me to breach the surface. I smiled in relief and went to stand up, to breathe in air.
But something held my body down fast.
A cold hard grip held my scalp and forced it to stay below the surface, the other hand pushing my back further down into the water. I struggled against the steely grip. Was Amaya crazy? 10 seconds where up!
A tried to turn over and rip my self away from her but I couldn't move an inch. I tried to reach behind me and prize her fingers away but they were welded to my skin. And I needed to breathe so badly.
I grasped what she was doing. She was trying to make me sing. No, NO NO NO NO! I didn't want to drown! My lungs were imploring with me to breathe, I could feel that horrible pressure mounting behind my eyes and that awful ringing in my ears.
The ringing had a voice, and all it was saying was breathe.


Breathe, Alaizabel, breathe. Breathe!


I obeyed the voice. The water tore through my lungs like a thousand jagged glass edges; I could almost feel the blood curdling with the salty water in my throat. The pain was horrific, and the pressure that had been building up behind my eyes now swelled in my chest.

I screamed.

Just at that moment I was pulled up out of the water, the non-murky light blinding to my eyes and the song cutting itself short in surprise. I could feel a sharp jolt as my heart re-started itself, the water forced out of my lungs like air from a bellow.

Suddenly, anger engulfed every part of me, my teeth bared as the water flowed between them, my eyes seeing everything in fluorescent colours. Amaya was standing on the shore, a good 20 yards away. How did she get over there so fast? I didn't care anyway; her throat would be in my claw like hands before she could blink. She would pay for that little trick.

I crouched, ready to fling myself over the surf and smack into her like a wrecking ball when she said "Alaizabel. Breathe" in a voice that oozed as much menace as my stance. I obeyed the undeniable order, suddenly it was the only thing I wanted to do.
Air filled my dilapidated lungs like a hot air balloon. The ripping curdled snarl ceased and the fluorescent colours retreated into the recognizable tones of the dreary day.

I stared accusingly at Amaya as I hobbled to the shore.
"I was curious," She said. "You'll get used to the pain. It isn't so bad after a while. After it gets to know you, it doesn't let you suffer so much." She explained, although she left me more confused than before. It? What was she talking about?

"Why did you hold me down?" I asked incredulously.

"I didn't do anything, it did." She smiled at me sweetly.

"What the hell is it?!" I yelled.

"The Siren." she said conspiratorially, before explaining the concept of a fang-qui, and its desire to live, to breathe, to sing.

That was the first lesson I learnt about shifting.

Each time you sang, it murdered you first.

Two weeks later and our "lessons" continued. Although my skills in taming the beast inside me had developed greatly, I was startled by the radical physical effects it took on me. At school, I could see a difference in everything. People treated me not as an outsider, but as an addition. I personally believed that something that was released along with my fang-qui­ caused a physical change in me that appealed to the eye. Another deadly tactic. My face lost the last traces of puppy fat, the cheekbones protruding like those of a high fashion model. Everything that I had hated about my face was shifting, erased somehow. I'd always had an under bite, but now my jaw was more forward, strong and pointed. Even my teeth were rearranging themselves to be straighter than they were. Something that had not been achieved on my bottom jaw even with 2 sets of train tracks and a retainer!

My hands and feet also became longer and leaner.

It wasn't the only thing to get taller. I noticed that I had grown at least an inch in the last fortnight, and it explained the amount of food I had been consuming. But off all the changes that frightened me the most, it was my eyes.

My great light grey eyes, a perfect combination of aluminium grey and teal blue had started to go dark. It wasn't even that the colour was changing. The colour was disappearing altogether as my pupils grew like an ink spot. My eyes were more bottomless black than they were glassy grey. It terrified me to the core.

I was studying my eyes in the mirror in the kitchen at the Cullen's house on a weekend when they insisted upon supervising me, when I heard the news of the new arrivals. Vampires. More Vampires. I shuddered at the thought. It was unsettling to know that they'd been out there this whole time, and I'd never been the wiser. I hated being ignorant. But the others seemed wary of these beings; they called them "Nomads". No idea, don't ask me. Bella was given strict instructions by Edward to stay at home, which she of course disobeyed. I was warned to stay inside the house with Amaya. They said our scent was funny and might freak the newbies out. I felt a little insulted by that.

I wasn't anywhere near as scary as a vampire could possibly be!

Edward and the other Cullens had gone off to meet the newcomers in the woods before they could go too near Forks. Something about 'avoidable collateral'. But less than 15 minutes later, Edward flew through the door and grabbed both me and Amaya and stared at us long and hard. I was completely freaked out by this, but Amaya was looking at him with a confused fear.

"No, I haven't done anything like that, ever" she said.

"Neither has Alaizabel, you know that!" she whispered harshly when he didn't let us go.

"Then how do you explain this?" Edward snarled under his breathe, more to himself than to us, as he motioned with a flick of his beautiful head for somebody to come in.

In walked two vampires. It was obvious what they were, after seeing the tell tale pale skin and heart-harming beauty once, you didn't forget. The first was tall, approximately 5'8" with long dark gold hair that fell just shy of her knees in gleaming waves.
She too had luxurious caramel eyes, although, they held a slightest hint of copper deep within them.
The other vampire was smaller, maybe my height, with dead straight glossy hazel hair cut just above her shoulders, with a strong straight nose and high cut cheekbones.

But her eyes, unlike the warm gold of the others, were bright violent crimson.

Both females bared their teeth very slightly when they saw us, and Amaya instinctively pushed me behind her.

"Another one!" Said the first female in a thick Mediterranean accent, her pale skin with olive undertones tightening across her face.

"The smell, it... hurts!" snarled the second smaller female, squeezing the bridge of her nose. I was shocked to find that she too was English.

"You know what her kind did to him, Edward! You need to get rid of her!" hissed the honey-haired beauty. She didn't look angry, but petrifying concerned.

Edward shook his head firmly.
"She is not like that." he whispered.
Suddenly, the crimson eyed girls head shot up, and something primal moved in her features. Edward, a fraction of a second later crouched into a defensive pose, but relaxed when the other female stared at him, a message flashing in her eyes.

She crossed over to the settee, the other girl following her exactly, and both sat down adopting the same pose and tilt of the head. The blonde's eyes were relaxed, but the crimson eyes of the other girl darted everywhere, panicked in her calm tranquil face of stone.

"Amaya, Alaizabel, meet Amaryllis and Katherine "Edward said.

Coming soon: the next chapter is from Amaryllis! We'll see a bit of her back story and you'll get a big clue about her for all you mythology buffs out there!