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Chapter three: Reliving a nightmare

E Pov

I couldn't believe my eyes. When I went to school that morning, I was prepared to have a "normal" day as always. Meaning I'd go through the motions of school and class, meet up with the others at lunch and then go home after everything was done. But I didn't expect to come face to face to her. Emmet was on the other side of me, talking to me about the video game he was going to buy for this weekend and the wrestling match that Jasper promised him.

And then I heard the most beautiful sound in the world, the sound could only be compared to bells or wind chimes.

"Elizabeth Marigold."

I turned around and saw that a small girl with dark brown waves of hair cascading down her back and the deepest chocolate brown eyes I'd ever seen. Her skin was unusually pale, even for some of the other people that lived in Forks and she most definitely did NOT live in Forks. I would have remembered seeing her before though her face brought a sense of familiarity.

"Where'd you transfer from?" I heard Alice ask Elizabeth. I looked a little closer at her, and was surprised. She just didn't look like an Elizabeth.

"Oh just Brendan High back in Arizona."

A few minuets later the two of them had begun to leave the lockers and head to the AP history classroom. But I just couldn't stop staring, even after Emmet had caught on and was trying to shake me from my trance like state. One moment Alice was laughing and Elizabeth was smiling politely at her and then I saw her stop. She stood still for what seemed like forever, as if she had just realized something vital.

And then she began to turn around. I knew that if I had a heart beat it would have been thundering frantically as she scanned the crowd of students and finally met my eyes. I was caught for what seemed like years, the two of us frozen on the spot and unable to look away from each other. I was once again struck by her unearthly beauty, it was a bit unsettling knowing that I'd seen her somewhere before but unable to tell where. Her eyes seemed to look right through me and see what I was, and look even deeper than that. She didn't get an uneasy look on her face or unintentionally cringe away from me like everyone else did. She seemed as transfixed as I was.

I'd never been one to believe in angels or anything like that, but for one moment I was entirely convinced that one had landed at Forks High and was gazing at me from across the hall.

And then the worst possible thing happened, Alice tugged on her sleeve, snapping her from her trance and starting off down the hall again. Distantly I heard Alice talking with Elizabeth again, Elizabeth's answers sounding somewhat forced. I wanted nothing more than to flee the scene, so I took off to first period without a backward glance. But I couldn't escape Emmet and Alice's thoughts, even though I was concentrating on her thoughts and getting nothing.

Alice: Edward, were you spying?

Alice seemed a little smug somehow, though I had no idea what about. She sounded like she was hiding something but when I pressed further into her mind she began singing Halo in German.

Emmet: What was with that? She's just another human girl, Edward.

No, she wasn't just another girl. I was already starting to see that something was different about her, something that made me get pulled like a magnet toward her.

B Pov

Alice and I piled into the silver Volvo I'd seen in the parking lot this morning and waited for the others. One by one they appeared from the front doors and strode out of the school building like V.I.P's strolling into a club. Rosalie and Emmet, looking like two movie stars; Jasper who sat on the other side of Alice, like they'd just walked off the set of a summer romance movie; and Edward who just looked like a Greek statue come to life.

Edward pulled out of the parking lot at an alarming speed but I bit back any comments about the speed. There was silence in the car except the low hum of the engine. I felt more than awkward to be here, especially since Rosalie didn't seem to like having me here either.

Emmet and Jasper had been friendly to me when Alice introduced us, and Alice was like a long lost sister or something. And Edward…well he was beyond description as usual.

Finally, Alice broke the silence. I couldn't have been more glad, until I heard what she was saying.

"I'm really glad you're coming over, Lizzy!" Alice had started calling me that since first period, my new nickname apparently- though I didn't mind.

"Lizzy?" I couldn't have been sure or not if Edward actually said it, but if I heard right, it sounded like he had snorted.

"What? Isn't Lizzy a good name?" I defended but kept my voice amused.

"It's not that. You just don't look like a Lizzy." Alice and Jasper were both stifling sniggers but Emmet and Rosalie seemed to be to preoccupied with each other to care. It was kind of sweet how the two seemed to have a little bubble of peace wrapped around them. I felt a little pang of jealousy at the sight of them though, but I tried to keep it off of my face.

I don't think it worked though since Jasper glanced at me with a bit of a sympathetic expression.

When we finally got to their house I was again surprised. The house was a large white Victorian styled house. Large windows seemed to make up an entire wall from the back and a huge garage made me begin to think they had more than just a few cars.

As soon as I was out of the car, Alice grabbed my arm and practically dragged me into the house. She was already talking at full speed but keeping up a pretty human pace. I heard the others laughing from downstairs and heard Edward call up at Alice.

"Don't be too long, we have to work on our music project!"

"Don't worry Edward!" She looked at me again, her smile growing wider. "You're going to look stunning when I'm done with you!" Oh no.

I was in a vampire's house with an over active vampire-pixie who was going to make me her Barbie Bella and I'd never get out of it.

Soon, we'd reached her room. I mentally groaned at the size of it. It was designed in a modern sort of way with a large desk with a computer on it, a book shelf on one side and a shelf full of purses on the other. There was no bed, obviously, but a HUGE closet made up for the absence of one.

It was long and wide, probably about the size of a small classroom. Shelves of shoes, bags, belts, and any sort of accessory there ever was could be seen almost everywhere. Hundreds of different outfits hung on revolving racks, a floor to ceiling mirror stood beside the door.

And to my horror, Alice had already begun pulling a lot of clothes off these racks. Surprisingly, they looked to be about my size.

"Alice, I'm obviously not your size. How'd you have all of this?" She shifted nervously a little bit but turned and smiled at me with no hesitation.

"Some of this Rose gave me to hang onto."

"These are Rosalie's clothes?"

"No, she was going to give them away." My senses were prickling. I think she was lying but I wouldn't press the issue anymore.

A silk blue dress, red V neck sweater and hip hugging jeans, short black mini skirt and violet colored tank top; the clothes seemed endless. Finally, Alice sent me to the bathroom to try everything on. I was amazed at how well everything fit, how it molded to my body like it'd been made just for me. The silk was smooth as butter, the sweaters soft and warm.

The last outfit was probably my favorite. It was a comfortable blue baby doll shirt and black leggings. I had a pair of cute flats to match (also amazingly my size) and stepped out nervously for Alice to inspect my outfit. I opened the door slowly and watched as Alice's expression became an explosion of excitement.

"Perfect! It's so back to basics, but it looks great on you!"

"Well this was fun-

"What do you mean 'was'? I'm not finished with you yet, Lizzy. I still have to do your hair and make-up!"

"Why am I getting so dressed up?" I thought I caught a hint of a smirk on Alice's face again before it was swallowed up by her sheer excitement.

"A) because it's fun, B) because I said so, C) because you'll look great!"

"The ABC's of Alice's Barbie experiment," I muttered to myself, knowing full well she could hear. She led me back into her room and sat me in a chair beside the vanity that was pressed against the wall opposite the door.

While she began pulling my hair up in various styles and looking through her make-up bag for the perfect shade of eye shadow, I let my thoughts wander back to Edward.

And soon, my wandering thoughts turned to the deaths of my parents. And before I knew what was happening, Alice's room faded away and I was on my knees in the kitchen of my old house.

An unnatural breeze that brought with it a sweet smelling perfume, and also the revolting stink of blood. Lightening and thunder shook the house in fury, but I still was not afraid.

A river of blood and two faces with unseeing eyes. Two monsters with pale skin and surreal beauty. Their characteristics were similar in some ways but also became opposites after a point. One face was smirking at me with an evil glint in her eyes, and the unnatural calm of the observer who's face was obscured by shadows.

Confusion and also the sense of being outside of myself, unable to control my movements at all. My mind screamed at me to run, to make my legs support my weight and run or at least suck in a lung full of air to scream. But I didn't do any of that. I stared back at the two monsters, since that's what a vampire is to a seven year old, feeling calm.

Later on I had convinced myself that I had felt rage at these two for murdering my only family alive, but I felt as unnatural calmness and the icy breath of death that hung like a cloud over the house. I was as calm as the vampire who was observing seemed to be. I stared at them, watching their every movement like studying a lethal predator for signs of danger. This felt so natural to me, but something that shouldn't be something that a little girl knows how to do. It's something an adult would do.

This quiet observing seemed to unnerve even the other one who was watching me closer now, waiting for some sign that I was inhuman as well. I felt unfeeling at that moment, studying my surroundings as well as watching what the advancing vampire was doing. I was looking for any type of weapon, studying the layout of the house incase I had to run. I scuttled backward a bit, staying in a sitting position, until I hit the back of the kitchen table.

Glass glittered on the floor from the brilliant lightening, surrounding Renee and Charlie like snow. Yes, they are lying in snow. There's nothing I can do for them, a small instinctive voice told me.

A ghostly melody reached my ears and I turned my focus to the vampire, who was no more than a teenager- still extremely young. He was singing softly, almost as if he were singing to himself. He kept his eyes closed while he did so but I could tell he was alert and ready to attack at a moment's notice. The woman seemed to enjoy it. She smiled and laughed at my expression.

"You're singing voice is so lovely. I'd like very much to hear it more, Edward."

Edward smiled a bit, opened his eyes and stepped out of the shadows. I saw his face completely, I didn't need the lightening to brighten the room.

He had untidy bronze hair and a slightly boyish appearance. He was tall and had as pale skin as the woman, though they were two very different types of vampires. I tried to focus on the words he was singing, but they were strange and unfamiliar to me- and they were somewhat eerie. His voice rang around the kitchen like a ghostly tune.

Edward looked at me then, his eyes not shining with hunger like the woman's but obviously blocking whatever I could have seen in them. I reached back a hand, gripping the leg of one of the kitchen chairs tightly. I'd begun to wonder later why I had been age to so quietly or easily ripped the chair leg off without notice or even at all, I was seven years old and obviously seven year olds couldn't pull a chair apart like that.

I made sure it was sharp and splintered but hid it behind my back, using Edward's singing as a distraction. The woman seemed hardly to notice me as he sang, her eyes closing and a sigh of content escaping her slightly opened lips.

As slowly as I could, I stood up and began to move toward the front door. It wouldn't have taken long to sprint out the front door but something told me they'd hear me if I ran and I'd have to be cautious- or else snap them from the spell that Edward seemed to be casting over the two of them, since he too seemed unfocused.

I was nearly at the door, my fingers closing around the doorknob and preparing to pull it back and move a little faster. But just as I did so, a hand wrapped around my ankle and dragged me to the hard floor. I fell hard, little white lights popping in front of my eyes. I felt myself being dragged back, almost as an animal carries off prey.

I fought with every ounce of strength I could muster, thrashing against my restraint. Slowly my eyes adjusted again and I could see that the woman had me in her grasp. She flung me beside Renee, so that my face was more than a little close to hers. I jumped back but was slammed by another great force as she slammed me into one of the cupboards.

"No, no. I haven't finished with you, I'm still too thirsty to let you just leave." I should have been scared stiff but I was running on adrenaline. I could feel ages of instincts running through my mind.

I didn't know about my heritage then, and I wouldn't until I met other hunters who knew the history of the Swan family. But I saw their faces then; Elizabeth, shining and powerful as she fought off pirates and supernatural forces. Even Calypso herself! Dianna who was like a mighty Hercules. Becoming an unstoppable force like a hurricane and dying like an avenging angel. And Violet, who spent her time learning about the mysterious world we all seemed to be apart of. Sometimes being marked as witches because of it.

Elizabeth who was still young with tanned skin and blond hair. Dianna who had strange blazing blue eyes and jet black hair that streamed like ribbons as she fought. Violet with pale skin and strawberry colored hair, her eyes shinning with curiosity and motivation.

All at once they seemed to whisper to me, pouring their strength into me.

"Fight and live Isabella," they said together.

I stood up swiftly and gripped the chair leg in my hand tightly, my last lifeline. I ran at the woman with full force, slamming into her so that the two of us toppled backward and she flew into the living room. I landed a few feet away from her, standing up again. My heart was racing, my breathing shallow as I prepared to live or die. I wasn't a seven year old little girl anymore, I didn't even feel like a little girl anymore. I hardly felt like me anymore. I felt like I was the Swan family, rising up against this one vampire who decide she wanted to murder my family for something to eat.

My mind was silent now, no longer wishing to run away or scream. The slight tremor of anger was rippling through me but I tried to keep it at bay- the cool calmness would be what helped me win.

"You have to get her heart if you want to kill her," I thought I heard the Edward whisper. I would have to remember him later, but now I was just fighting to stay alive against the woman who's stricken face looked from me to Edward.

"W-What the hell is this?! Is she on drugs or something? No little girl can throw a vampire like that!" she screeched. "Edward, help me! You've got to kill her!" He just shook his head, his eyes burning with disgust at her.

"If you can't even beat a little girl then there's no hope for you to ever join us."

"Please!" she begged.

"Do it." I turned to him, his eyes fixed on me now. "She killed your parents. Do it, do it now."

All at once, the flood of fury rushed out and I was clinging to my instincts against its flood. I moved forward, striking as fast as a cobra. Faster than I ever thought possible.

A scream of rage tore through the almost silence, match only by a second scream as the chair leg struck something and then slid forward as if moving through butter. I wouldn't let go of the wood, I couldn't. I was too afraid that I'd feel a great strike on some part of my body at any moment. My eyes were squeezed shut, I didn't want to see.

The woman and I toppled backward, her scream already silenced. I didn't want to look at what was around me, the gruesome scene of more than my parents' slayings. My whole body was shaking, I could hardly feel the cold arms that pulled me off of the woman and patiently pried my hands from the chair leg.

"It's ok, it's over now." I opened my eyes at the sound of his voice, my face much closer to his than I thought. I looked at him and he looked back, his eyes seemingly endless and his gaze making me feel like he could see straight through me. I was shaking more this time, afraid he was still going to kill me.

"It's alright," he soothed. "I'm a friend."

"A friend wouldn't let my parents get killed," I said defiantly, numbly wondering why I had said it out loud.

"There was nothing I could do. Sue had already killed them by the time I got here, but I guess you didn't need my saving."

Tears mingled with the blood that had stained my clothes and covered my body. I don't know if some of it was mine but I didn't like it.

Standing here at the scene of my parents' murder and forever changed by it in ways that most people wouldn't believe. In ways that aren't anything to do with normal trama or something that could be worked out in counseling. I'd discovered something that had been missing for a very long time.

The thing that scared me the most though, was that I was glad the woman was dead. Not just because of what'd she'd done but what she was. I didn't trust this vampire, this Edward, but he was all that kept me alive at the moment. So I let him take me to a police station and didn't fight when he left me standing outside the headquarters.

When he did leave though, I sank to the ground and shook with sobs that washed bright red down my cheeks. I didn't stop for a very long time, not even when the other officers heard my sobs and discovered me. I didn't stop crying until I fell asleep. And even then I'd wake up and remember and still cry. I did this until three days later when I finally realized I couldn't cry anymore. That was also the day that Morgan found me.

A vampire hunter who'd read about my family's murder in the paper and knew at once, and came to get me. Claiming that she was my aunt, and later adopting me. I'd forever be grateful to her for that, taking care of me and teaching me how to listen to my instincts but also learn many new techniques. She taught me about my family bloodline, and she kept me safe until I went off to hunt by myself. I haven't seen her since I was twelve years old, when I left our Denver house and moving to Phoenix to meet with a large group of vampire hunters.

That night changed me forever, and woke up a part of me that I could never put to sleep again…

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I know, I know! I'm going to work on the next chapter right after this. I just thought it was better to have a good two chapters instead of one that's not so good. Let me know what you think, it took forever to write! So again, if you figured Edward was the vampire she saw when she was younger, yay for you! If not, you know now. Maybe I'll give you a little prize or something. +shrugs+ whatever you want for guessing right.

-V