Once we knew without a doubt who she was, Garrett and I began to work out how to let the human world know she was gone without giving them a body to prove it. I knew they weren't hopeful of finding one, not with all the wildlife and the weather and other variables working against them but I also knew that they were not going to stop looking for her for at least the next month. Even with as far from the crash as I found her it was only a matter of time before they found something because they were beginning to pan out farther because of how big the crash site was. I found her over a hundred miles from the site but we weren't that far here at the house.

In the end, we came up with a fairly decent plan of execution. It was simple and easy, down and dirty. I still had her clothing from when she woke knowing that I was going to need it to kill her once I found out who the fuck she was since that was always the easiest way to kill a human off in their eyes. By now the bodies that were taken by the local wildlife would no longer be identifiable or even testable as far as the normal labs go because of a wide range of reasons. All we needed to do was plant the clothing in an area that they haven't searched yet. There was blood on them that would identify her and were in such a horrible state of fucked up that they would call her dead and gone without a body.

Iz was concerned about our proximity to the place we were going to kill her at, and after a little talk about it, we figured that it would be fine. If it came down to it, we could clear out in an hour and make it look like the place has been empty for the twenty years that it was. It would still be a couple of weeks before she was declared dead and in that time, I wanted her to get her new identity just to make sure that all our basis were covered for any eventuality. I wasn't concerned about the humans; I was concerned about the Cullen's. Jasper knew that I had a house out here, and I was slightly worried about them doing an investigation on their own once they found out their human was dead.

We spent a little time talking about new names for her since we knew for a fact that Isabella Swan was dead, she needed something else. It was easy enough to get her to change it since she hated the name anyways. She really liked the nickname Iz and about strangled me in gratitude when I told her that Iz could be used as a nickname for Elizabeth. She told me to pick her last name, not really caring about a surname. I was overly tempted to give her mine but at the same time, I use Jasper's given name and that could be a can of worms that needn't be opened. In the end, I couldn't think of one and decided that I would deal with it if I had to and made the call to my guy and get her new identity as Elizabeth Nicole Whitlock started. It would be ready to be picked up in five days. The package would consist of a driver's license with a picture I took with my phone, birth certificate, school records, bank accounts, credit cards, literally anything I could think of that a twenty-two year old human would have.

The days that passed after the discovery of who she was, were about how I figured they would be. Though Garrett tried to lend a hand here and there, Iz really didn't like him for some reason and refused to be alone with him. The few times it happened a fight broke out and I was left sorting it out. It wasn't anything that he was doing, it was just she didn't like him. She never said why, or what her problem with him was and chances are, she didn't know, but she hated him and wanted him to know it. He took it as it was though, and didn't back down from her, something that she took offence to for whatever reason.

Also over those days, we planted her clothing and more or less closed the door on that. There was nothing else we could do but wait and see if it worked, but I knew it was going to so I simply put it out of my mind for now.

When it came time to go pick up Iz's new identity, I sent Garrett to get it so they weren't on their own while I was gone. Had that happened I was pretty sure my house would have been turned into rubble in the hour I would have been gone. I had a sense of apprehension that day but I couldn't figure out why that was and wouldn't until Garrett returned but I will say this, had I known the reaction she was going to have to her name, I would have put a little more thought into it.

She flipped the fuck out.

Whatever dam that was around her memories was blasted to fuck and back the moment I showed her her ID. No, not all of her memories came back, and no they were not clear, but she got enough back to know where the name came from and who it belonged to. It wasn't however, Jasper that was the reason for her anger; he was just the gateway to the real reason because of association.

In ten minutes she managed to destroy nearly all of the first floor; walls, furniture, trinkets, knickknacks, you name, she broke it while ranting and damning one particular Cullen. All she could remember about it was the end of the relationship. She had seen it once before but there was no connection to it, no emotions that were real enough to her. The broken memory from before was now in painful detail; every word that was said, every feeling she felt, it all played out for her and she reacted accordingly really. She was pissed and with good reason from what I was hearing.

Once I got her detained and was able to stop her path of destruction and settled to the point that I could talk to her, I began to walk her though it to see what all she recalled. Come to find out, not a lot. She couldn't recall the names of the others or their faces. All she remembered was Edward, and only the memory in the woods. She recalled knowing what he was, that he was leaving and didn't want her anymore, that she wasn't 'good for him', whatever the fuck that meant.

After she completely ran out of steam, I tried to figure out how she made the connection between Whitlock and Edward since there was never a point that he used Whitlock. She couldn't answer that, there was still a multitude of bridges that hadn't connected, she just knew that there was a connection between that name and 'the stupid ass ramming fuckwit'.

It was then her turn to interrogate me. She glared at me over her shoulder, "Did you know?"

I shook my head, "No. I knew they had a human, yes; but I was never told anything about you that could have been used to identify you as her. I was never told your actual name or what you looked like. I was only told of events that occurred, and not even that in a few years. Also, I have nothing to do with the coven in a while. Jasper, the one that the surname actually belongs to, is my sire."

I let her go and turned her to face me, her glare still in place and not looking like it was going anywhere, and crossed my arms. "Also, you saw the picture of your human self. Even if I had that information, you didn't remember your name and you look nothing like you used to."

Her hip jutted out and one brow rose, "Did you have any idea that I might have been her?"

I shrugged, "Sure, but this is something that needed to be an absolute certainty and it wasn't. I didn't see a reason to bring it up because I couldn't back it up. Even now you don't remember anything overly substantial to the lot of them, only that they left, but not the reason that it happened."

She huffed a little and looked away as she thought about that. After a minute she looked back, her lips thinned and her eyes darkened, "You're not going to tell them about me now are you?"

I shook my head, "Nope. Not a chance. There are too many unknowns, and until they come to light, I'm not involving them. There might be a point that it happens, I won't lie about that, but it won't be through any choice I make." I don't think anyways. One never knows what choices are intercepted by that little mutant midget though. I could make the TINIEST little choice that involved making Jasper's life a little more interesting and she will pounce on it like a fucking cat.