I needed to write down what happens next really badly so here you go peoples

Lizzy POV

My eyes opened to see the golden eyed creature from my dreams; his bronze hair was messy, apparently from running.

Bronze hair. Oh my god. Mom's story. My weird dreams. The Edward Cullen. As in Mom's first love.

His face grew more apprehensive as I contemplated these things. I knew I had to say something, so I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Um… can you get off me?" I asked, letting the venom saturate my voice. His face changed into an expression of confusion.

Stupid. Does he not understand the meaning of 'get off'?

Comprehension with a hint of annoyance flicked across his face and he moved from on top of me. I sat up immediately to find him in the cover of the trees. I stared at him and asked the question I was dying to confirm.

"Who are you?"

He let out a hard laugh.

"Don't you already know?"

"Um… no?" it was true I did but how did this guy know that I knew who he was? Then again there was a chance he was a vampire, if my dreams were accurate. Though I can't imagine why he would be a vampire, I mean what are the odds of my Mom getting involved with a vampire…

Disbelief was plain in his features even though his face was half hidden in the shadows of the dense forest. His jaw clenched.

One second I was in the meadow then the next, I was in the dense shadows in front of him, with his hands gripping my shoulders.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and ground my teeth; not a scream escaped my lips. I was used to resisting the urge to scream. The memories of the other night filled my head once more, and how his grip was just as tight as Jacob's, but how these actions didn't radiate hate and disgust such as "Daddy's" did.

I heard him gasp and, as suddenly as they were there, his hands were gone from atop my shoulders.

He gave me an intrigued look.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" I replied stubbornly, while crossing my arms over my chest. I didn't meet his gaze, what was with him? How did he know all these things… something's up.

"You know what I mean, you shut your eyes, and you clench your jaw and don't scream for help. Why?"

I looked away. A plan formed in my mind.

"I will answer your questions if you answer mine." I met his eyes and I made sure my expression was determined and unwavering so that he knew I meant business.

He let out a defeated sigh. He must have really wanted some answers because he nodded his head in agreement.

He opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to the punch.

"My question first." He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out sharp breaths.

"Look, kid, I'm bigger than you and who says you call the shots?" He spat, trying to intimidate me I guessed. If I could handle Dad, I sure as hell could handle him.

"Because I have your answers." I looked him straight in the eye. I knew he couldn't argue with that so I continued to my question.

"How do you know these things? I mean when I asked you who you were you said something like 'Don't you know?' and I've never met you before now it's almost as if… as if…" I was at a loss of words when he picked up where I left off.

"It's almost as if I'm a mind reader?" (AN- Ok I know a bunch of you are about to be like "WTF? Why did he tell her so quickly? This story is CRAP!" But I think I really had to get that fact out of the way first of all.)

I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.

Mind reader? I hadn't thought of that, I wasn't all that creative but come on. Mind reader?!

"It's true, think of something totally random right now"

And me being me I thought about what Dad does to me almost on a daily basis, if he was going to read my mind, I would give him one hell of a thought.

I opened my previously closed eyes with a smug smile as I had the satisfaction of him staggering back in response to, as a therapist would put it, "disturbing" thoughts. I went into deeper more emotional memories for him to view.

I remembered, in full detail I might add, that morning where I had tried to go to school in only a skirt and a T-shirt, and Mom told me the story about him and the Cullens, and also my promise she made me make about college. I winced as I recalled Mom's voice cracking at some… hard parts. Where she talked about him leaving and remembering my pain as she told me she had no other place. I heard him growl, which only helped my theory of him not being human, at some of the violent parts.

I kept my eyes open as I saw a million emotions cross his face as my memories and thoughts got more scripted and detailed.

When I had finally run out of things to show him, I let my eyes close and my mind go completely blank and let the song Mom always hummed to me when I was little. I let the melody flow through my head and take over every thought I had and calm me down,

I reopened my eyes; he was right in front of me.

"W-where did you hear that song?" He sputtered his eyes wide.

I cocked an eyebrow. If he was a mind reader I'll just think it.

I remembered from my childhood when Mom would find me crying in my room after Dad had been beating me. She would come sit on my bed, stroke my hair and sing the melody to me every night until I fell asleep in her arms. I remembered how many restful nights it brought me.

When I let the thought fade and my mind go blank, he was staring off into space. I expected him to question me more on the song, I already had a sarcastic remark all ready and prepared. But the question he asked caught me off guard.

"You're in a lot more pain than you let other people know aren't you?" He had a sympathetic look on face. I thought I faintly heard him mumble "just like your mother"

I turned my head, the sarcastic remark still worked with this situation but when I said it, it sounded more pathetic than annoyed. It was barely a whisper.

"It's not your turn to question." I asked a question of my own before he could reply. "How do you know that song?"

A hint of smugness colored his tone, "I wrote it."

I whipped my head around with my eyebrows knit together in confusion; what was he talking about?

He let out a shaky laugh. "Do you really want to know?"

I nodded my head.

"Well you already know the story about how your Mom and I met-"

"Whoa, hold up, are you admitting your Edward Cullen? Wait. Were you here when I was asleep?"

His mouth came down into a hard line, "Yes." He said in a clipped tone, "I am, now please exercise patience!"

I glared at him for a moment then gave up and motioned for him to continue.

"Thank you, now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." He flashed me a stupid smug grin. "It's obvious you know that I… left a long time ago… and there are things I didn't tell Bella when I did. She thought- and still thinks- I don't love her, but that's not true." He stopped and he turned to me with an expectant look in his eyes.

"What?" I asked a bit harshly.

"I'm waiting for you to start hating me, I just told you I love your mother and you don't seem phased, wouldn't you want to defend your father?"

"Don't call him that, my father. Ha!" I spat acidly. "Besides, I thought you were a mind reader, didn't you see what I was thinking earlier?"

His mouth mashed into a hard line. "I suppose you have a point, anyway I only left because-" he looked at me again with an expression that made him seem like he was having an internal war with himself.

"Why do you keep stopping?!"

"Do you remember that theory you had earlier from your… dream?"

Oh. Oh. Wait what did vampires have anything to do with this?

"Your dream about what I was…" He trailed off.

Real comprehension over took me.

Vampire.

Blood drinking, creature of the night.

"Yes." He simply said. He turned away, giving time for me to take it all in.

So my prediction earlier had made sense.

Oh. I thought about when Mom was talking to me about her story and her hesitation at some parts, I fit 'vampire' into the empty spots and it made sense.

"I understand," I told him, "But what does that have to do with you leaving?"

"Because, we're dangerous, you see…"

"Lizzy."

"Lizzy, you see I thirsted for your mother's blood more than any other human's I'd ever met. But I also loved her more than anyone I'd ever met, mortal and immortal alike. And I had to have unimaginable self control when I was around her. I didn't think she should be around such dangerous creatures, so I told her I didn't love her anymore because I wanted a clean break so she could move on quicker."

I asked the question that had brought us so far along in the conversation in the first place.

"So wait, I'm confused. What does this have to do with the song Mom used to sing to me that you apparently wrote?"

He chuckled, reminiscing I guessed.

"I used to sneak in your Mother's window at night to watch her sleep, she was so beautiful when she slept, she was so tempting in a… human way" ew, grossness. "And I also loved to play piano, so one day I was at the piano and the notes flowed naturally. Then at night, when your mother found out I was in her room at night and was thankfully alright with it, I would sing it to her."

So Mom was singing me the song Edward sang to her when they were together? It's weird… but it also made me happy. I didn't understand the feeling but I felt elated and confused at the same time.

"Now my question." He said with a smile. I nodded dumbly.

"Does your Mom love your-" I glared at him, a warning not to call him my father. "Jacob?"

"She says she does, but there isn't much emotion when she says it." I knew it wasn't much of an answer, but I remembered Mom saying something about Edward when we talked.

I thought back to when we talked, I remembered her words with perfect clarity because I had paid such close attention.

"But there is something you have to understand Lizzy, you're father was different when we were younger. Back then, he wouldn't have been able to hurt a fly, he was my best friend. Then I started to develop feelings for him; I know that, even now, that my feelings for him are only a faint echo of the feelings I, unfortunately still have for Edward."

A faint echo of the feeling I, unfortunately still have for Edward.

I repeated the last statement three times so I could be sure he caught it.

"Does that answer your question?" I asked smugly. I looked up at him to find him smiling, his demeanor practically oozing happiness. The light peeked through the trees and something strange happened.

At first I'd thought… well I didn't know what. He was sparkling! His skin gleamed like the most expensive and shiny diamonds in the world.

Great vocabulary "shiny". Nice.

I was in the middle of staring at him when I remembered he could read my mind.

Crap!

I quickly changed me thoughts to something else. I tried to think of a boy to drool over at school, but came empty.

Dang it! I need to get a life!

He chuckled lightly; with that, a cloud hid the light and we were once again shrouded in the shadows. He was back to the dull, non-shiny, Edward.

"My question, what other vampire-y things can you do?" I asked, I was genuinely curious.

I guess he decided it would be too boring to tell me so he showed me.

One moment he was in front of me and the next he was on the other side of the swaying grass, before I could take it what happened he was back over at my side.

He was silent, though his face was smug, I'd only known him for about… dang how long has it been? I don't know but no more than an hour at least. But anyway in that time I'd learned he was very smug about his abilities.

He picked up a rock a good three times bigger than a basketball, he held it with one hand under it and the other hand on top.

I saw his face crease as he slowly started crushing the rock to powder. The rock groaned in protest as it cracked in a few places and collapsed completely in others.

When it was completely reduced to dust like substance, he held the pile of powder in his palms in front of his face and lightly blew on it. Making little pieces of rock float around my head.

"Show off." I muttered.

"That pretty much it." He said with an innocent smile on his face.

"Again my question, what are you doing here?"

His smile turned down. "I… missed your mother too much and decided to come back to ask her to take me back. But when I got here I didn't know where she was living, so I went to her old house to see if she still lived there or to get some information as to where she lived. When I got there some police officers were saying that your Mom and Jacob got married and-"

"Whoa! What were the police doing there?"

His face became contorted in confusion. "They were investigating your grandfather's murder."

I didn't hear the words, I wouldn't let them sink in. "W-what do you mean murder? Mom just said he died!"

His face grew sorrowful. "I guess you weren't supposed to know that… apparently it was Jacob that murdered him, because Charlie was getting suspicious of abuse at your house."

My breathing got more labored and the tears started to fall, I never cried. Ever. Except now, Dad had killed Grandpa , just because he didn't want him to be suspicious of his sick and twisted relationship with us?! I was beyond furious, and I also felt hopelessness. He was so close to being caught; so close to being put away forever. I couldn't call the police at home, Dad took out the home phones, the only phone was his cell phone. School wouldn't help because if we say anything that the faculty might get "worried about your safety" and alert your parents; and they would definitely alert Dad, and they would investigate a little and find nothing. Leaving Dad to do with me as he pleased.

"No." I whispered.

He was silent.

I blocked my thoughts but my plan was already thought out.

"NO, YOU'RE LYING! I WONT LISTEN!"

"Lizzy, I'm not lying." He said calmly.

"NO! I'M GOING BACK HOME!" I turned to go back, and him being as fast as he is, he stopped me. Just as I planned.

"Lizzy please listen-"

"DON'T BOTHER FOLLOWING OR STOPPING! CAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT?! MOM SAID SHE DIDN'T REGRET MARRYING JACOB!" It was true, she didn't because of me she said. But I made sure to word it to make it sound like something different.

He staggered back, looking hurt.

"SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T REGRET IT! OK? ITS OVER! SHE'S OVER YOU SO JUST GO AWAY!" With that I took off into the forest back in the direction I came. This time he didn't stop me.

It was ironic, yesterday I was running away from home. But now I went back gladly. I wanted my first swing with the diabolical monster. I knew if I let Edward follow me he would kill Dad. And I was all for that, except I wanted to be the one to do it; I wanted to be the one to inflict the pain on him that he'd been dishing out on me for my whole life.

I didn't want to hurt Edward the way I did, I knew he still loved Mom dearly, and she did too. But I just couldn't risk me not getting me oh so sweet revenge.

I ran almost as fast as I did last night, but I made it home and burst through the door.

I ran into the kitchen, and dig furiously through the drawers to pull out the biggest kitchen knife I could find. I held it up to my face level and admired it.

"DAD WHERE ARE YOU?!" I shouted into the house, I expected him, and all his horrible glory, to come out ready to fight.

But the one who appeared in the doorway was Mom, when she saw my weapon she gasped and took a step back.

My mind clicked. "Mommy? Why are you going away from me?" I took a step closer to her.

Her eyes darted between me and my weapon repeatedly. She put her hands up in front of her and spoke in a careful voice.

"Sweetie, what are you doing with that?"

Tears rolled down my cheeks. "I found out what REALLY happened to Dad! He was killed! And Dad did it!"

Her eyes widened. "How did you find out?"

I gasped in defiance. "You knew?! Mom how could you keep this from me?!" I spat angrily.

"I was trying to protect you." She whispered.

"FROM WHAT? DAD?! I'M NOT SCARED OF HIM! JUST LOOK AT WHAT I'M TRYING TO DO TO HIM WITH THIS KNIFE!"

"Lizzy." Her voice cracked and tears fell. "Please. Calm down. Please."

I didn't listen. "Where is Dad?" I asked.

"He's working over-time at work. Now please, we can talk about this-"

"No Mom we CAN'T talk about it! I'm sick of talking! I'm sick of waiting, enduring! I want to take ACTION!" I squeezed the knife tighter in my hand.

Her tears fell more furiously this time, her mouth turned down in a scowl and her eyebrows went down. She glared at my knife and, much to my surprise. She pounced on me.

She grabbed my wrist holding the blade and leaned over me and we both fought for control of my arm. Her other hand gripped my other hand to make sure I didn't do anything to her with it.

She squeezed my wrist so hard the blood flow cut off. I released it in pain and the knife clanged to the floor.

We sat there on the floor with the knife three feet away with her leaning over me. Her eyes filled with an emotion so foreign to her face it stung much more than it did when I saw it in Dad's eyes.

Uncontrollable rage.

"I thought you loved me Mommy…" I whispered in a broken child-like voice. Her face faltered.

I regained control and kicked her off me; she feel to the floor with a thud.

I got up and bolted to my room, I turned down the hallway so fast I almost slammed head first into the door.

I could hear Mom only yards behind me.

I got into my room and slammed the door shut and locked. I heard Mom on the other side of my door.

"Lizzy! Lizzy! Get out here! We need to talk about this!"

"GO AWAY!" I screeched. She didn't leave, she just sunk down and sat against my door and started sobbing.

It hurt me to hear her sobs and pleas so close, but I couldn't see her right now. I leapt onto my bed and rummaged for my MP3 player.

When I found it I put in the earplugs and switched it on.

Nothing happened.

I switched it again.

Still nothing. I checked the battery.

Dead

I groaned, I didn't even have MUSIC to sooth me! Apparently I didn't deserve any kind of peace.

I laid back against the pillow and cried myself to sleep…

I know retardedly dramatic ending.