A/N:Hey!Sorry for the slow updates.I've just been getting my storyline together and all. So, in this chapter, well...let's just say Elizabeth is going to be jarringly different from her 8-year old self. In other words, she'll be pointlessly bitter in her narrative. Why?Read the chapter and find out for yourself. When the next chapter comes out, we'll see her at her birthday party. Where something goes horribly, horribly wrong. What...exactly? Well, you're just going to have to wait and see. Remember that reviews are important! - MissMei92

THE TALE OF ELIZABETH CULLEN

4 years later.

It's time for Elizabeth's 12th birthday celebration.

And she's throwing a party. A pool party.

But she also found out something incredibly disturbing 2 years earlier.

And now it's shattering her relationship with her family.

I looked blankly at the white sheet of paper, littered with words in blue ink, in front of me. Several of the words had been crossed out meticulously with red ink. But the amount left was still forbiddingly scary. Those were the things I still had to do before my party this Saturday. Ughhh! I felt like just canceling the whole thing! But if I did I wouldn't get to see the look on Natasha's face when she found out that she was the only one not coming to my party. Even Rachel had amended her earlier distaste for me and accepted the invitation. But no, Natasha was still adamant against the idea of losing to me or to the 'klutzy brunette' as she called it. Come on! That was first grade, for crying out loud! I had to control my urge to slap her when she said it that way. It was downright mean. And I had zero tolerance for people like her.

The ink-splotched piece of chinese white paper would have been crumpled soon enough, by me, if my mom hadn't called me like 5 seconds earlier, demanding that I appease Alice and go party outfit shopping with her, you know, before she went into a scary fit of rage and summoned everyone else to come with us. Which obviously would have made my mom freak, as my mom loathes shopping as much as hunting. I do what I do best. I sigh, I slam the white plastic of my study desk forcefully, and fling my autumn brown cashmere coat on, before opening my bedroom door, making sure the dolphin wind-chime ( but since there's no wind in the house, it's useless.) bangs and makes this whole loud ruckus, and walk out boredly, letting the door shut louder than I wanted it to, but not really caring. I don't care what Carlisle says about being mature and respectful of others.

I trudged down the stairs heavily, not bothering to be careful of the creaking wood, much to Esme's disapproval of me. Well, lately I was just about sick and fed up of my wild existence. Being a vampire-human cum alien hybrid living with a pack of vampires who have no idea that I have the ability to annihilate all of them in less than a second can be unnerving and horribly stomach-churning. Especially since they're my family. But then again, they never bothered to tell me what I really was. After all, they knew.

I'd known the secret of what I was for 2 years when I found out that they'd actually known all along what I was capable of. I thought they hadn't known. That's why they didn't tell me. But they had known. I was just fooling around with some of the old files in Carlisle's office when I'd seen it. A letter addressed to my parents from someone named Tanya. About me. And what I was. It went like this:

Dear Edward and Bella,

I'm sorry to have to be the bearer of sad news, but it regards the baby girl that Irina and I handed into your care, 3 years ago. This baby is much more than the innocent child we'd thought her to be. As we told you, we only suspected her to have been the illegitimate child of some high-ranking government official's mistress. However, after some further investigation into the child's background, we found out some rather disturbing information about her. I suggest that you both sit down before I continue.

...the letter then proceeded to talk about everything I'd ever known about myself from what Colin had previously told me until it reached this part...

This dormant hybrid child was to be destroyed along with all of the rest for an undisclosed reason, but she was somehow rescued from her doomed fate by a rebellious employee who'd been having a personal moral and ethics battle regarding the inhumanity of the project, involving the senseless creation and destruction of life. This employee was female and she had a husband, but when she smuggled the child home and told her husband about the child's full background, he became infuriated and aggressive. He had staunch religious beliefs and thought the child to be a demon sent to place his life in peril, considering the enormous prospect of dangerous risk should the company find out about her existence and place a bounty on her life. Therefore, he tried to strangle the child to death but he failed to kill her because her hybrid self-protection awoke and murdered him instead.

when I read this, the blood flowing within me had grown ice-cold in a split-second, because it made me realize that the dream I'd had when I was six years old, the evening I found out what my family really was, was a reminiscence of a true event...

When the employee found out what had happened, she couldn't bring herself to keep the child any longer. The baby's powers had left her scared and regretful. This employee is the same woman who came to our home and begged us to take her without saying why. The same woman who had a screaming fit and bout of madness when we refused, whence she overturned the tables in our kitchen. We, of course, received the child, being afraid of discovery if she continued her screaming and craziness, before she practically leapt out of there, streaming tears. We think she was fleeing to Canada, to avoid the police, investigating her husband's murder. When both of you appeared at our door, we were still debating what to do, as we couldn't take care of a child at all, which is why we handed the child over to you. But now, I'm wondering if perhaps that wasn't the best course of action to take, regarding this baby. I fervently beg that all of you understand that you must be extremely careful around this child. Her hybrid self-protection could awake at anytime. You may do what you feel is right with her. I am in no position to interfere any longer. But I warn you to make every decision with care. And to make this one point clear: Should the S.D.C. know about her existence, all of your lives will be in perilous danger. Once again, I'm terribly sorry to have inadvertently placed this horrible burden on your shoulders. I beg for your forgiveness, for Irina and myself. We haven't the slightest clue as to how to deal with this dilemma we've created. We don't expect complete forgiveness for our actions but we hope that the ties between the Cullen and Denali clans will remain unbroken.

Yours truly,Tanya.

...when I'd finished reading this letter, I'd finally understood what I really was to them. I wasn't anything but a burden. If they truly thought of me as their child, their daughter. They would have told me. They would have said, "The letter is wrong. You're the best part of our lives. You're our daughter." But they didn't. They thought of me as something to be feared. Something which had to be treated carefully. Something highly dangerous and risky. Something. Not a person. Not a human being. A hybrid. Because that was what I was. I was nothing more than a hybrid.

I'd denied it at first. I couldn't and wouldn't dare to believe it. Until that day when I'd heard them talk about sending me to boarding school. In Australia. I'd cried for hours on end because I had been rudely forced to realize that it was true. They were afraid of me. That's why my mom had been hysterical the night I'd been told about what they really were. She'd been afraid I'd freak and my self-protection mechanism would kick in. Why else would they want to send me all the way to the other side of the world if not to be as far away as possible from me...?

Even if they did somewhat love me, like they said they did ( which is something I highly doubt ), it doesn't make me anything less than something to be scared of. I'm a true killing machine. That was what I was made for. Even vampires can resist the urge to kill and suck human blood, but there is no way for me to stop, once I've been put into the "right" mode, according to the dreadful letter. It makes me sick to my stomach that one day, when I'm awakened the way that Seraphina was, I'll become a murderer. Oh,wait. I already am one.

A single tear slid down my left cheek and I let it trickle and drop to the floor all on it's own. I flung the front door open angrily, not even wincing as the door crashed violently against the cement of the wall. No one was bothered by my angry behavior, not anymore. They'd gotten used to my open display of bitterness. And it had become much more worse now that both Colin and Seraphina had moved away from Wilde Heights. It wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair. As if it had ever been. It had decided to make me a killing monster from the time I was born and now it had ripped my two best friends from me. One being more than just a friend to me...

More tears slid effortlessly down my cheeks, sticky and wet, but refreshing in the sense that I could feel something, other than anger and bitterness. I could still feel sadness. I hadn't felt happiness since Colin had given me that heart-breaking last kiss, a year ago. We had been inseparable since his first day in 2nd grade and now he was leaving. Leaving me, for good. He wouldn't say where Seraphina and he were moving to but that they'd send a letter when they arrived, to me. I'd given up on letters having any other use than being instruments of the destruction of any last shreds of happiness. As Colin never sent any letter. Even now. My heart was permanently lost in grief. I hadn't accessed it's recesses since the farewell kiss.

The kiss had been more beautiful than the our first one. When we kissed that sad, last time, I'd felt more than just complete. I'd felt more than just euphoria. I'd felt, for the first and last time, what true, non-judgmental love had felt like. That love, which Colin had given me, had slid into all the cracks in my heart, the cracks which had appeared rapidly when I'd read the letter. My heart had never felt so healed and perfect. So whole. But the feeling had lasted only as long as his kiss had. When he had to pull away, I didn't want to let go. I wasn't going to let go. But I had to. And now my heart was bleeding through the cracks endlessly, all my love pouring out, leaving an empty, hollow shell of darkness behind.

I gripped the front hood of the Volvo, desperate to keep from fainting. My heart was being ripped up inside me and I couldn't dare let anyone know how that felt. I nearly let out a small shriek of pain as it was shredded mercilessly by the memory. I dropped to the ground and took small, deep breaths. Don't let it, don't let it, I silently repeated. I crawled to the side of the Volvo and leaned next to it, whilst I buried the memory back inside the recesses of both my mind and heart. I pulled myself up slowly and dusted myself lightly, as if nothing had just happened. Alice came skipping out momentarily. She didn't look like she'd seen anything, and lately I'd been able to keep my movements quiet enough to go undetected.

"Shall we go, Elizabeth?" She sang cheerfully, unlocking the Volvo's doors.

I merely nodded and slid inside silently. I still had a party to plan and finish organizing. After all, I had to make it look like I wasn't dying on the inside. When I was.