I let out a soft, breathy laugh as Alec nuzzled my neck, his breath tickling my impenetrable skin. His hand was snaking its way to the clasp of my bra, but I turned and grasped it firmly. I winked at him with a smirk as he huffed in annoyance. I released his hand and started to button up his black dress shirt. With every button I fixed I gave him a soft butterfly kiss to the hollow of his neck.

He sighed when I buttoned the second button from the top. I turned back to my pile of clothes and jerked my black shirt on. I shoved my dainty feet into my boots and turned back to find Alec running his fingers through his hair.

"Come on, Hot Rod. We need to leave sometime." I grinned. He chuckled and held me in place by my hips. His gleaming ruby eyes met mine in a heated gaze. He pressed his lips to mine swiftly then pulled back.

"Until next time, Bambina." He purred, then he was gone. I touched my lips and felt the small, almost invisible scar marking me as Alec's. I smiled as it reminded me that I had marked him as mine, as well.

"So, this is why we left the Cullen's?" I turned to find Chloe and Phoebe glaring at me angered. "You've been sleeping with Aro's little pet."

"It's not like that!" I snapped at Chloe. She glared even harder.

"Then what is it, Elizabeth?" Phoebe asked solemnly. I didn't know how to tell them, though. She pressed her lips together and the disappointment made her seem older. "When you've got your act straightened out, you can come back, but until then." The look she gave me was enough to say 'You aren't welcome.' I flinched as they disappeared bck out the window. I sat down on the bed and ran my fingers through my hair.

What have I done? I choked on a mangled sob.

Suddenly, the Joker seemed like the world's smartest man, because he said it. 'Doesn't it depress you just how alone you really are?'

Yeah, he's a fucking genius.

I can't bring myself to fight Alec. I'm sure of it now, the pull I feel towards him is more than just fuck buddies. He's my soulmate. But, I can't stand against my coven. Or, what used to be my coven.

I've lost everything. I'm losing myself.

God, I wish dad was still here. I wish I knew what had happened to him. Or at least had his body to bury.

It was nearly noon when I finally picked myself up and left the hotel. There was a gaping whole in my chest where my self-assurance used to live, along with my best friends and family. I found myself driving my bike back to Utah. I parked it in my garage and climbed through the window of my apartment.

It was the same as it was when Phoebe and I left for Seattle. I dropped my bag at the foot of my bed and sat down on the old mattress. I'm such a screw up. I stared at my desk where one of my many drawing books was lying open. It was a picture of my mom and dad before Dad disappeared.

I picked the book up and ran my fingers over the sketch. I felt unshed tears well in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry I messed this up. This is all my fault. I wish you were here right now. I feel so alone. I don't know what to do, Dad, Mom." I sniffled pathetically. "What am I going to do now."

As I had expected, the picture didn't speak, didn't form any solution for me. I don't know why I even bothered. Unexpected anger bubbled in my veins and threw the book across the room.

I'm pathetic. I'm worthless. I'm a huge screw up.

I left my cousin to die at the hand of my soulmate. Or maybe I left my soulmate to die at the hand of my cousin.

I'm stupid, and selfish, and self-centered. I'm undeserving of everything I've ever loved. I'm a slut.

With each chant I threw a book across the room, kicked the furniture and punched the wall, leaving massive holes.

I stared at the destruction I wrought upon my bedroom.

I'm a monster.

I needed to leave. I needed to go and never come back. It would be better for everyone if I just disappeared. I'm just a jinx. I took one last glance around the room and my eyes landed on the sketch of my mom and dad.

"I'm so sorry I messed this up for you. I understand if you hate me." I whispered softly. With that I drew my shield up, never to be seen or heard by any living thing, including undead.

I left the country. Well, almost. Something held me back. Something drew me back. It was guilt, and there was only one way to fix it.

Forks, here I come.

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