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Chapter 21 – Two Attacks

Third Person POV

Seth sat cross-legged on the balcony of the luxurious suite in Las Vegas. The sun had just begun to rise. And Seth was fascinated.

Had it always been so stunning?

His highly advanced eyesight caught all the colors the sun gave off. The rays were no longer a burnt, ugly yellow, but instead they were a bold mixture of white, blue, purple, pink and orange. He watched, mesmerized, as each drop of morning mist danced in the light of the new day. Suddenly, his breath caught and his eyes slowly closed as the heat from the rising sun touched his dark face. He felt his lips slowly rising in the corners and let out a gush of air as the barely-there grin turned into a wide smile, threatening to make his cheeks burst.

He allowed his head to fall back as he reveled in the heat of the burning sun. It was the first time in two decades that he'd felt it. He knew why he was feeling it, why he was feeling everything. Lizzie. The name was a soft, yet strong whisper through his mind. She had turned it all around. Is this what falling in love is like? He wondered, silently. Surely then, he would have never been able to handle the impact of an imprint. But, he'd lived the imprints in the minds of his pack mates when he was a wolf. He'd felt what they'd felt. Seen what they'd seen. This was different. In truth, it wasn't stronger. Not better. Just different.

He reopened his eyes to the rising sun as his mind replayed the conversation he'd had about forever with Lizzie.

"For starters, I was thinking about how soft your skin is. And, that led to a lot of thoughts about the future," he'd said.

"What about the future?" she'd asked.

"You. In my future. Us."

"You see a future for us?"

"Do you?" he'd wondered.

"Seth, I want this now. I want our trip and all the adventures that can come with it. The future will just have to wait. I'm too busy enjoying the now."

For now. The words rang loud and strong in his ears. She'd had this incredibly, magical, out-of-this-world impact on him and he felt deeply in love. But, to Seth, it was obvious she didn't feel the same. He didn't move her as she moved him. He sighed profoundly. His mind ran through a million scenarios in which he could ensure that she'd never leave his side. The surest of them would be locking her up somewhere the second she decided she had enough of him.

At first, he really liked the idea. But, he quickly shook his head, upset with himself for even allowing his dark mind to take hold of her as its prisoner. Then as he realized that the possibility of her leaving him, or another imprinting on her, or falling in love with her was quite real, he began to feel nervous.

First, his hands started slightly shaking. Then he felt his breathing becoming more difficult. His hands began to sweat. His vision turned blurry. A ringing annoyed his ears. That's all he remembered.

She'd woken at the sound of his struggled breathing. She quickly snatched her glasses off the bedside table and had no trouble finding him out on the balcony. He looked terrible, and as a person who'd grown up and lived her entire life around creatures who never had health problems, she immediately began to freak out. She knelt down beside him and tried to talk to him. "Seth?" she asked, worry straining in her voice. "Seth? What's wrong? What's going on?!"

When he didn't respond and began to convulse, she wasted no more time. She dashed back into the suite to find her cell phone and dialed Carlisle's number. She returned to Seth's side and waited for her great-grandfather to answer. "C'mon! C'mon!" He finally picked up the phone.

"Lizzie?" his voice, too was edgy with concern. "Is everything okay?"

The words flew out of her mouth. A human wouldn't have been able to understand them. But, the vampire's ear on the other end of the line heard every word perfectly. "No, Grandpa! I don't know what's happening! Seth! He's like convulsing! I woke up because I heard him fighting for breath and then I found him out on the balcony. . ." As if to emphasize her words, Seth let out a choke and a growl as he struggled for any air he could manage. His eyes moved rapidly from one side to another, seeing nothing.

"Okay," Carlisle spoke, completely in doctor mode. "First of all Lizzie, you need to remain calm. Understand?"

Calm?! Her mind screamed, how the hell am I supposed to remain calm?! But, with a controlled voice, she said, "okay."

"Alright, good girl. Now, I need you to look at his eyes and tell me what you see," Carlisle instructed.

"They're black like always, but they're moving around a lot."

"His breathing is short and rapid?"

"Yes."

"Elizabeth!" Seth screamed, choking on her name.

"I'm here, Seth! I'm here!" Suddenly, it was as if his eyes finally found her and they had. Before, he'd seen nothing but black. Heard nothing. Felt nothing. He'd been robbed of all his senses at the mere thought of her leaving him. When he finally recovered his vision, she was the first thing he saw. She leaned over him, a look of pure panic blazed across her face.

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me alone!" He begged her. Lizzie quickly pulled him into her arms as the convulsing turned to small tremors making their way through his massive frame. For the next few minutes, Lizzie followed Carlisle's instructions in taking Seth's vitals and Seth slowly returned to his normal self.

"Well, sweetie" began Carlisle, "it sounds like to me he either had an epileptic attack of some kind or a panic attack. Although, I have to say I've never heard of that happening to a vampire before. Then again, I'd also never heard of one having headaches until Alice came along. And of course, Seth is not a vampire like we are." He was quite for a moment. "If you'd like I can fly out there and check on him or of course, you could always come back home."

Seth heard Carlisle's words and shook his head softly at Lizzie. "No, Grandpa. He says it's okay."

Seth held his hand out and Lizzie understood, passing him her cell. "Carlisle?"

"Seth. It's good to hear your voice. How are you feeling?"

"Back to normal. A little shocked, but other than that, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."

"Has this happened before?" Carlisle asked, clearly intrigued about the workings of Seth's unusual body.

"No. Never," Seth responded. "I think you are right, though. I think I had a panic attack."

"Really? That's interesting. What were you doing when it began?"

"Just sitting, watching the sun, thinking," Seth said quietly.

"Thinking? About what?" Carlisle inquired.

Seth's eyes flashed to Lizzie's angelic face, still filled with signs of concern. About losing you. "About . . . future stuff."

"And I suppose you don't want to talk about that with me? Because I do believe that whatever you were thinking about caused you to go into that attack. Seth, you should talk about it with someone," Carlisle advised.

"I will. I'll talk to Elizabeth. Thank you, Carlisle."

"Of course. Let me know if it happens again. Good-bye, Seth."

Seth hung up the phone and looked back at Lizzie. He passed her the phone, stood up and went back inside their massive suite, as if nothing had happened. Entirely nonchalant. Lizzie sat there for a moment, confused. What the hell just happened here? She wondered.

She stood and followed him into the room. He was leaning against the kitchen table, looking over the room service breakfast menu. She went to stand directly in front of him. After a few seconds, he asked her, "what?"

Her mouth dropped open. "What?! What?! Seriously? You scared me! I didn't know what was happening! I mean . . . what the hell did happen? Carlisle said whatever you were thinking about sent you into the panic attack and then you said you would tell me what it was you were thinking about, but you don't seem to have any intention of doing that. So, what the hell? What were you thinking about?"

He didn't look up from the menu as she rambled on, just asked, calmly, coolly, "I thought you didn't have senses like a supernatural. How did you hear what Carlisle said?"

"First of all," she said, putting her hands on her hips, making Seth grin, lopsidedly, "there is absolutely nothing wrong with my hearing. Second of all, what just happened?!"

Seth made eye contact with her then and asked, "Are you hungry? I'm gonna order one of everything I think." Noticing her look of frustration, he quickly gave her a reassuring smile, saying, "I'm fine, Elizabeth. I'm sorry I scared you. But, I'm passed it, so let's just forget it even happened, ok?" He pulled her into his arms.

Her face softened a bit, but Lizzie did not entirely feel pacified. "Seth? Please talk to me?"

He inhaled deeply and let out the breath slowly, "fine. But, first, I want to order breakfast. I'm starving. What do you want?"

Lizzie didn't want to order breakfast and then talk about Seth's problem. She wanted to talk at that moment. But, she learned to recognize small victories with the man who held her tightly in his large, tattooed arms. "Fine," she conceded. Seth passed her the menu. She scrunched up her nose at the options, making Seth chuckle.

"No bear blood on the list I'm guessing?" he joked.

Elizabeth grinned. She liked this Seth. The funny, smart-ass one. Even if he frustrated her at times. "Unfortunately, no." Suddenly, Elizabeth had a thought. "What about you? I mean, you haven't fed since we started the trip. Aren't you thirsty?"

Seth basked in the happiness she stirred in him when she worried for him. "No. Not thirsty. And I have fed. A couple of times. On a gorgeous, green-eyed young woman." He bent down and caught her lips in a kiss that should have set the entire hotel on fire. Neither would have noticed.

When he finally let her mouth go, she breathed out the words, "yes, but I mean, on human blood. Don't you need human blood?" Lizzie's eyes rolled in the back of her head as Seth's lips made their way down her long, olive-colored neck. He ran his tongue hard against the pulse point at her neck and a moan involuntarily left Lizzie's mouth.

"Apparently not. Not as long as I have yours," he whispered against her neck.

Lizzie was ready for him to sink his fangs deep into her throat. She wanted him to. Desperately. But, instead, he placed a small kiss on the base of her throat once more and pulled back to look her in the eyes. "But for now," he spoke, lightheartedly, "I want some pancakes, sausage, bacon, eggs, toast and whatever else this place can bring to me. What do you want to eat?"

Lizzie tried to shake her mind from the lustful thoughts that were dominating her. Damn this man. He's going to kill me. She let out a breath of defeat and shrugged her shoulders. "You're ordering one of everything on this menu?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Then, I'll just pick at your food. I really don't want anything."

"Fine. But, you do have to eat. I won't have you starving on my watch." He winked at her and pushed past her to go to the phone. On his way by, he swatted her butt playfully with the menu.

When he got off the phone, he noticed her eyeing him suspiciously. He raised an eyebrow at her as if to ask her for the second time that morning, "what?"

"You're different this morning. I mean besides the whole convulsing thing. What's changed?"

"Different? Different how?" he asked as he headed for the shower. She followed him without thinking.

"You're playful and you're . . . smiling."

He chuckled. "Oh my God! How terrible!"

"Ugh. I didn't say it was bad different. It's just weird. You're always so . . . brooding."

As he shed his boxers and turned on the hot water, already anticipating the feel of it against his skin, he looked at her with mock shock in his face. "Brooding? I thought that was Edward and Jacob's jobs. To be all broody and pouty."

Lizzie peeled her eyes away from his hard, naked body and looked up his face, which was filled with teasing. "My Daddy isn't brooding. Neither is Poppy."

"Ha! You didn't know them pre-Nessie."

Lizzie grinned. She'd forgotten that the man she'd been traveling with, lying to her family with, getting drunk with, sleeping with . . . was once a big part of her family's lives. Was once her father's best friend and most loyal pack member. She watched him as he stepped into the shower, looking over his upper body and the tattoos that covered it.

She was literally yanked out of the moment when he pulled her quickly into the enormous shower. She gasped in surprise and then giggled. She didn't notice when her glasses fell to the shower floor and landed in the far corner.

"Seth!" she protested. "I'm still in my t-shirt!"

Like he hadn't noticed. She'd worn one of his white t-shirts to bed the night before. It hung to her knees and although it had looked extra extra large on her, the water slowly had it clinging to her body, revealing every treasure under it. "Breakfast won't be here for another hour," he whispered in her ear, an unspoken promise of a pleasure-filled hour to come.

Lizzie moved to take off the shirt, feeling ridiculous standing in the shower with clothes on. But, Seth's hands immediately stopped her. "No," he said, firmly, serious once again. She didn't dare protest.

Seth dropped to his knees in front of his soaked angel. The combination of the hot water and his Elizabeth, wearing a wet, now see-through shirt, gave him a nearly irresistible urge to stay in that shower for the rest of eternity. His eyes fell down to her tiny feet. He smiled at the baby pink nail polish, beautifully accenting each of her toes.

He didn't mean to say the words aloud, but they came out anyway, "even your feet are perfect."

She let out a small gasp of surprise. Her feet? Many people had told her over her twenty years that she was beautiful. She'd heard some rather revolting and shocking thoughts coming from men, and some women, about her form, but never had she been complimented on her feet. "Seth?" She whispered so lowly human ears would've never captured the words. He raised his eyes to meet hers. Those pitch-black eyes. "What happened to you today? Please tell me." She reached out her hand, finding his smooth, wet, black hair and running her fingers through it. Seth's eyes closed at the pleasure of her gentle touch. "Please don't hide from me," she begged.

He hadn't wanted to tell her. He didn't want to seem too pushy. She'd made her desire very clear: to keep their relationship intense, but only for a short period of time. But, he needed to tell her, to talk to her, just as Carlisle advised him to do. He looked down at her feet and placed both hands on the tops of them. As his hands very slowly made their way up to her shins, he spoke, keeping his eyes on the skin his hands touched, "I was sitting, enjoying the feel of the sun. Enjoying the beauty of its rays." His fingers softly grazed the skin behind her knees and she inhaled sharply. He continued speaking as his hands continued moving upward. "And, I realized that I was enjoying it because of you. And that I was enjoying life once again, because of you."

She stared down at the monster on his knees in front of her, worshiping her. They both took deep, shaky breaths as his hands reached the place where her thigh met her ass. He growled deeply as he cradled her firm cheeks with both hands, massaging gently. He pulled his hands away, from under her shirt and returned it to its original location. She let out a small, protesting moan. Touching her through the wet shirt, placing his hands on her wide hips and moving them across her stomach, he spoke again, "and it occurred to me that I could lose it. All of it. I could lose you. And I probably will," his voice shook.

His large hands reached her breasts and cupped them gently. Lizzie bit down on her bottom lip, not wanting to seem too eager. She wanted to hear what he had to say, but did he have to torture her with his touch while he said it? Her fists balled tightly in his hair as his thumbs swept circles around her hardening nipples. She looked down at his eyes which watched the magic he was performing on her body.

But, what Lizzie couldn't see in Seth's eyes, perhaps because of the water running down his face, or perhaps it was her bad eyesight, perhaps a combination of the two, were the tears that softly escaped the corner of his black eyes and rolled, mixing with the hot water, down his dark cheeks and disappeared into the water below.

Lizzie didn't know what to say. She could barely think with what he was doing to her body. But, she tried to focus her thoughts. "Seth. I thought we talked about this. That we have to enjoy this for now. But, realistically, Seth . . . you can't believe this will last forever. Do you?"

His hands stopped as they reached her neck. His thumbs lightly brushed her chin and her cheeks. "No. But, if this is just for now, as you say it is. Then let me be in love with you for now. Let me believe I can have you forever. Let me have every part of you. Even if it's just for now."

Lizzie couldn't believe that she'd just been the recipient of such beautiful words. She didn't deserve them from such a man, she was sure. It was true that she didn't believe they could continue on as they were forever. No matter how much she wanted it. It would surely come to an end. But, she couldn't deny the feelings she knew were in her heart. "Seth . . ." She'd wanted to say that she'd felt like she was falling in love, too. That she'd felt as if she loved him and was meant for him, even before they'd met. That she'd been sure that he'd imprint on her and that they'd live their own personal happily ever after, no matter how twisted or distorted it might've been. But, he interrupted her before she could profess her love to him.

But, he'd misunderstood. Seth had thought she'd say that she didn't feel the same way. That she didn't love him back. That she couldn't now and that she wouldn't ever. For how could she? A beautiful, intelligent, kind woman could never love the monster that he was. And he would find a way to live with that for the rest of eternity, but for this moment in time, he couldn't bear to hear her speak the words he was certain she wanted to say. "Don't say anything, Elizabeth. Please."

And to keep her from speaking anymore, he ripped the shirt off her, hooked her leg over his shoulder and set his mouth firmly, passionately on her pussy. Licking, sucking and doing all that he could to show her his feelings for her. He wanted to drive her wild as she did him. She held his head firmly there, rocking gently against his face. As he made love to her with his mouth, she sighed his name over and over again. Along with the soft words of "yes" and "please" and "more," urging him to never stop.

When he felt her begin to shake, he knew she was reaching her climax. He growled against her and that animalistic sound was her undoing. He lapped at all she had to give him, loving the sweet taste of her on his tongue. When she shook no more, he released her leg from his shoulder. He set her foot gently down on the shower floor and leaned down to place a soft kiss on the tops of each of her feet.

Lizzie couldn't believe it. Had he just kissed the tops of her feet? Was he really looking at her as if he worshiped her? Why? He stood and her eyes once again traced the tattoos that ran along his strong, muscled arms, down his toned chest and around to his wide back.

Seth watched with wide eyes as his Elizabeth leaned toward his chest and ran her tongue along one long black line of his tattoo. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he groaned. Other women had followed his tattoos with their tongues, but not like Elizabeth did. Her tongue was softer, yet firmer. And wetter. And better in every way possible. She continued this for several minutes, torturing him. She slowly followed the ink down, down, down, until she was tracing the last bit that ran across his lower abdomen and around his right hip. He thought she'd stop her torturing at, but she continued placing kisses, until this time, she was on her knees in front of him. Knowing what she had in mind, he spoke, "Elizabeth. You don't have to."

She looked up at him, clearly hurt. "You don't want me to?"

"No, no," he said quickly, wanting desperately to reassure her and remove the look of her hurt on her face. Is she insane? Of course I fucking want it! "It's just I don't want you to be uncomfortable. It's not easy to do with me." She looked confused. "My size. It's going to be uncomfortable for you."

Suddenly, from her position on her knees in front of him, she slammed him against the shower wall with one hand. He let out a sound of shock as he heard the tiles crack behind him. She'd shoved him at least five feet away. He was surprised and that's the result she'd clearly wanted. She gave him a cocky smile and he returned it with one of his own. She spoke then, low and seductive, moving slowly on her knees towards him. "Do not treat me like a human. I am not a human girl. I may not be the strongest of the supernatural world. But, I am certainly not weak. Nor am I unable to handle you." She reached out boldly and grabbed his cock.

"Ah! Fuck!" he shouted. She looked down at what she held her hand and he saw it there for a brief moment – uncertainty. She wasn't exactly sure what to do and a part of him was glad for that. That he'd get to experience another one of her firsts. She slowly moved her hand up and down him and he let his head fall back against the cracked tile wall. He'd happily be her experiment, he decided.

Lizzie's quick mind took no time in learning just how to move her tiny hand. His groans and sharp intakes of breath let her know when she was doing just what he wanted. And with every sign of his enjoyment, her confidence built up. She'd wanted to show him that she was sure of what she wanted to do, but the only problem was how to do what she wanted to do. Okay, she told herself, just look at it as a learning process. Once she decided that she had the hand part down, she took a deep breath and placed her lips to the tip of him.

And Seth nearly came right then. His hands dug into the tile wall, crushing it until nothing but fine dust fell to the water on the floor, disappearing down the drain. Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip of him and then her lips were hesitantly wrapped around his head and he let out a low growl. She sucked slowly, little by little gaining more of his length. He watched, truly astounded, as she took in more and more of him, until finally she shocked the hell out of him, taking him until he felt himself sliding down the back of her throat.

"Oh! Fuck! Elizabeth!" She pulled back, afraid she'd done something wrong. He didn't waste any time telling her that she'd done it perfectly. Instead, he pulled her up, lifted her, pulling her legs around his waist and smashing her into the wall, crushing more tiles. He set his mouth on hers, claiming hers with his tongue. And then, his hard length found her opening and he slammed into her to the hilt. She screamed in his mouth. But, he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He took her with every ounce of passion he was feeling for her at that moment. As if he'd never have her again.

Elizabeth fucking loved it. The way he took her. She decided that the harder he took her, the more she loved it. The more she wanted. But, it wasn't just his dick that she wanted. Abruptly, she felt hungry. Really hungry. Starving in fact. She felt her walls start to clench around him, recognized the coming orgasm. It was going to be epic.

Seth felt her tighten around him and silently thanked God that she was almost there, because he doubted he could hold it any longer. He expected her to come hard, but he didn't expect what she did next. As she screamed out from the pleasure of her orgasm, she growled and roughly sank every one of her teeth into his neck.

Seth cried out from pain, but it was that pain that sent him over the edge. He came hard, filling her with his cum. He felt like a king – filling her pussy with his cum, and her mouth with his blood. He never would have imagined such euphoria would come from her feeding on him. He soon came down, but was surprised when Lizzie didn't stop.

"Elizabeth?" he asked calmly. She wouldn't kill him. He pulled himself out of her and tried to pull away gently, but she growled in protest and yanked him back with a force that stunned him. She sank her teeth back into him and sucked, pulling harshly at his vein. "Elizabeth, baby?"

But, she didn't stop. Before long, he was slowly falling down, feeling weak. "Elizabeth, honey? You have to stop, honey." He lied down on the shower floor and tried to pull her off him, but she'd taken so much of his blood that she'd left him utterly weak and dizzy below her as she straddled him. "Elizabeth! Stop!" he demanded, using the last bit of strength he could find. She stopped then, throwing her head back, hissing in a satisfaction she'd never known existed.

Never had she even imagined blood could taste so wonderful. She felt power like she'd never felt before. With her head back, she moaned as the new blood pumped through her stomach and her body. She writhed on top of him and Seth watched, fascinated, wondering just what she was feeling.

And, suddenly he felt it. Using her mother's gift, she channeled all the power she felt pulsating through her to him. His eyes popped open as he felt as she did. But, she'd left him too weak to be able to do anything but lie there.

For Lizzie, it was euphoric. For how long it lasted, she wasn't certain. It could've been seconds. It could've been days. But she felt him in every nerve of her body. It burned, but in a good way. It wasn't until she heard the knocking on the door that she snapped out of it. Room service had arrived.

She hadn't noticed how weak she'd left Seth until that moment. With an extreme amount of concern for the creature she loved, she bit her own wrist and offered him her blood. He took it willingly, watching her with uncertain eyes. Never in his entire existence had he felt like someone's prey. And for a long time, he'd been nothing but a predator. But, in that moment, she'd been the predator. She'd made him her prey. And he'd been frightened.

And more than anything, he had loved every second of it. As he slowly fed from her, he watched her with a look of nothing but pure admiration. She was magnificent. When he knew that he'd had enough to make him strong enough to stand again, he pulled her wrist from his mouth and licked the wound until it healed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to get out of control. I don't know what came over me."

He sat up and told her, "it's okay. I'm okay."

"No, no Seth. It's not okay. I've never fed on a person before! I don't do that! My family doesn't do that! I attacked you! I almost killed you, Seth! I mean if you can die! I almost killed you and the worst part of it all . . ." she trailed off, not wanting to speak the most horrible part.

But, she didn't need to. He knew all too well about that most horrible part. He knew what it felt like to be the predator. "A part of you wanted to." She placed her hand over her mouth as tears flowed heavily from her eyes. "No, don't cry, honey. You didn't. You didn't kill me. Look. I'm here. I'm fine. You stopped and then you healed me. I'm perfectly fine." But, her tears just turned to heavy sobs. "No, honey, please don't cry."

Bang! Bang! Bang! "Room Service!" Seth growled at the interruption and told himself that it wouldn't help the situation if he killed the guy delivering room service. "I'll be right back, honey." He stepped out of the shower, wrapped himself in a fluffy, white robe and answered the door.

He allowed the man to enter, but told him to leave the cart, that he'd prepare the food himself. Seth heard the shower being turned off and Lizzie's soft sobs suddenly stop. His attention was entirely focused on the sounds she made as he tipped the guy and sent him on his way. Shutting the door, he heard her behind him.

"Seth?" she whispered, sounding astounded. He turned toward her, ready to reassure her that he really was okay and that as sick as he is, he found the whole experience to be a total turn on and to stop worrying about it.

But, instead, he turned around to see a look of wonder on her angelic face. She said nothing, just smiled and stared at him with wide eyes. With those emerald-green eyes he had so deeply fallen in love with.

"What? What is it?" he asked.

She breathed out the words, not believing them, even as she spoke them, "I can see you."

He was about to say, "of course you can see me. You're looking right at me." But then he understood the meaning of her words. She wasn't wearing her glasses. The tiny, black glasses that had been thrown to the corner of the shower.

Lizzie had noticed the moment she'd turned off the water in the shower. She stepped out of the shower and literally into a new world. She'd been told and heard a million times about the beauty of the world as seen through a vampire's eyes, but she'd never experienced it. But, she was experiencing it in that moment. And in that moment, she was looking at him. And he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She couldn't even blink. She didn't know how long it would last and she didn't want to miss a moment of the paradise that she suddenly saw in front of her.

She took a few steps towards him and noticed his eyes had fallen to her legs. She inhaled sharply at the new realization. She'd been so focused on the new sights of her new world, that she hadn't noticed before. She took another step. And another. And another. Until she stood directly in front of him.

His eyes, marveling and unbelieving, left her legs and met her eyes as he said, "Elizabeth, your legs. How . . . ?"

"You. Your blood. It healed me," she looked at him, wonder in her new eyes.

*A/N: Okay, I so did not expect this chapter to be this long lol . . . I hope you like it. I doubted on whether I should take away Lizzie's disabilities or not, because it's part of her charm. But in the end I really loved this idea. Let me know what you think! Please!

Oh and I'm thinking of starting another story. Also one that I've had in my head for a while now. Something similar . . . Jake and Nessie's daughter, but a very different daughter and a very different lover. What do you think? Would you like another? Let me know!

And, as always, thanks for continuing with me up to this point! I always appreciate your support! Review!