Chapter 6

For a brief second, I couldn't believe what he was asking me. It felt like pin needles sticking into chest, bullets shot into my vacant heart. I wont say it hurt more than anything in the world, because I've been through worse. But, being told that really was painful.

"It's me," I murmured in a small voice. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Whitlock."

He snapped his attention in my direction when I said my full name. For as long as I lived this way I've had a useful technique of reading people's expressions. This one should've been easy. Should've. But, as I gazed into his beautiful golden eyes I couldn't see whether he was angry, curious, or even jovial to see me. His expression was opaque, which didn't help me any.

"Jasper," I said his name carefully. It felt so good to actually say a familiar name I haven't named in so many years. "I'm your sister." My voice quivered just a little at the thought that he might be shocked by me telling him this if he couldn't remember. Fortunately, he didn't show any sign of surprise which gave me hope. "You were in the Civil War back in the nineteenth century." I told him, carefully stepping forward to him, my excitement reaching extreme limits. "We were told you died in the middle of nowhere." I now stood only a few feet from him now. He didn't move, but looked down upon me with obscure eyes. I met his gaze, feeling like my dear old self. I couldn't determine the feelings I felt now. They all felt kind, relieved, and perhaps even sad to see that this was becoming complicated. "Do you remember that?" I asked.

He nodded, with no difficulty. "Yes."

"Do you remember me?"

"No."

My throat closed. It hurt as if it were sore, but I couldn't show that it did. Why bother, a part of me thought. He doesn't remember you. Leave.

"But, I believe you." he said. "I can feel you're telling the truth."

I didn't know whether to be happy and relieved or confused to what he meant by. He saw my confused expression and said, "I have an ability too, Elizabeth. I can feel and control people's emotions."

Her once sullen energy was now animated. She was as energetic and active as a young child. Then, before I could prepare myself she ran straight towards me almost knocking me over while wrapping her small arms around me giving me a warm hug. I put my arms around her, as well. It was clear, she had wanted this. I could feel her emotions longing to touch me, hug me for how long its been. Even though I didn't know her very well, I still felt compelled to care for her as if she was my own. She was so young so innocent. For a moment that's all I could really determine her by. It didn't even cross my mind during this peaceful moment that she was a killer, who had tried hurting my family.

"Where have you been all these years?" She asked, pulling away from our hug. There was deep curiosity in her voice. "Why didn't you come back?"

I didn't know how to answer the second question. And the other one was too long a story to explain to her at the moment. When I didn't answer she took a step back, her eyes watching me carefully. I could feel her emotions becoming steady and wary. I didn't understand.

I now knew the answers to my own questions. Looking up at him, I now knew. It hurt to believe it, but it most certainly was true. It had to be. "Here," I said, glancing around our surroundings. "You've been here. . .All this time." I took another step back. "How could you, Jasper?" I asked, feeling my anger rise along with my bitterness. It all made since now. "You had a family who loved you! The least you could've done is remember our family, Jasper." I said. "So what is it?" I asked, feeling like my regular self again. "You abandon your family and join this bunch. What makes them so much better, Jasper? Is it because their vampires?!" My voice hollered. "How could you, Jasper?! How could you?!" I found myself going on and on about it. I just couldn't believe this is what happened. How dare he leave us like this. I thought he cared about us. I thought he cared about me. As selfish as I am, I thought he might had remembered me most of all. Turns out no one was good enough for him.

"Elizabeth!" Jasper exclaimed, coming near me. He sounded terrified. I reopened my eyes, realizing I was shaking my head, with my eyes closed shut. I found Jasper knelling in front of me, his hands weighing my shoulders down. I glanced around our surroundings, comprehending it being different from what I last saw. "Elizabeth, what are you talking about?!" He sounded anxious, as if my behavior had done something him. "I'm sorry I can't remember our family. I'm sorry I can't remember you."

I pushed his hands away from me. "That's right," I said as lightly as I could. My glared dangerously at him one last time,"you don't remember me," I said, starting to feel the hurt. If I was human, I would have certainly sobbed.

It took him a while. I could see he was trying. He had his eyes closed tight, trying to think. I wanted him to remember me. He had to remember me! Then, after a what felt like forever he shook his head, looking at me with sullen eyes.

I couldn't believe this. After all this and nothing. The fury and pain hit me hard. I didn't need him to see me like this. I shut my eyes, and let myself vanish into thin air.

"Wait!"

"Why should I?!" I questioned coldly, but also with a tremor of sadness. I was now behind him, my arms crossed. He turned around the look of surprise on his face.

"How did you-"

"It my gift," I said tersely, wanting to move on to more important things.

"Please," he pleaded softly, "I know you're upset over this. I can feel it-but you don't know whether you should be angry or dismayed. I'm sorry, Elizabeth, if I haven't pictured this perfectly for you. But. . ." He trailed off.

"What?" I questioned coldly, still hurt.

He looked at me, as if he understood exactly what I going through.

He showed me his hand. "Come with me," he said, softly. "I want to show you something." I looked from him to his hand, trying hard not to let it show that I was eager to go with him. But, I had to remember the fact that he couldn't remember me. I didn't mean anything to him if he went to the trouble of becoming a vampire and not bringing a single memory of me with it. And yet, at the moment, he seemed kind enough to make up for it. I took another glance into his eyes. His blue eyes were no longer there replaced with golden ones, but I could still see he was the same Jasper I knew him by. Not thinking of him as a traitor, but as a brother, I took his hand.

Hey thanks to everyone who's reading this story. It means a lot:] I hope you liked this chapter, but it might be the last one I update for this story for a while. I've just had a lot free time this weekend that's why I've updated so much these few days. Anyway, I hope this satisfied you and review your thoughts over this chapter!

Sneak Peak:

"What is this?"

"You'll see," I answered, pulling her closer to me, and walking nearer my home.

"That smell," she sniffed the air. "It's them."