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Chapter 7

Although, the sun was nowhere to be found, the lightened color in the clouds was proof enough of the new day. It was just Spring, and the leaves were just starting to bloom. Snow continued to fall every now and then, but rain was also a good possibility during this time of year. Personally, I found this to be my favorite period of the year. It was the season of which the weather was not that cold or warm such as winter and summer. Fall was similar, but I found it to be sort of depressing, knowing the temperatures were to plummet ridiculously. But, in Spring it was the welcoming of warmer weather; a kinder approach to the next intense season.

As we walked to the place I promised Elizabeth I'd take her, I had her hand in mine. I hadn't noticed until just a while ago that I held her small hand. It was absentminded of me, but she didn't seem to mind much. And actually-as I soon began to realize-it was kind of a good thing to do so in case she decided to vanish into thin air again.

The whole time we walked through the rugged woods, it was silent. And part of that time. . .I thought about her gift. At first, I didn't know what to think of it. Just a regular, unique ability a vampire lucky as Elizabeth got to receive. But soon, I began to realize just how lucky she really was to have such a gift. She could disappear. Or the more appropriate wording, teleport. Remembering back to the battle in the woods, and the face-to-face moment I had with her, I realized the exact moment she disappeared an eerie puff of smoke was left behind. Not only that, her ability was related to mine because it was physical. It wasn't an illusion like so many other vampire gifts were. Another good reason why my family couldn't stop her through her rampage. (poor Bella) But most importantly, she knew how to use it. From what I saw back during the battle, she was a master at her ability.

Unfortunately, being of so much skill of such a talent could bring bad fortune. Such as, the Volturi. . . .

"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."

I tried not thinking of bringing a killer vampire to meet my family, but my sister. It still sounded kind of odd to me. (On the other hand, I also thought that when I was forced to call Rosalie, Bella, Nessie, and especially Alice my sisters. The only difference was, Elizabeth really was my sister)

The house was just beginning to come into view. A mile or two, I figured. I thought it was pretty strange when Elizabeth continued walking with me. She didn't say anything after, and I would've probably been dying to know of what she might be thinking if it wasn't for my ability. Fortunately, her emotions remained steady, only a hint of sparked energy felt.

We made it to the back of the house and up on the two-story porch. I took a moment to aware myself of who was all present just in case some of my family was still moping around on the werewolves territory. It never concerned me that any of them might be searching for me. On the other hand, Alice might had known what happened. The thought brought along her premonition she happened to mention before I ran off. . . .

At the very second, I was about to move us forward to the back door, Elizabeth finally stopped. Surprisingly, I was amazed that she automatically stopped, and didn't simply disappear away from here like I predicted.

"Don't be afraid," I told her, carefully. She stared intently at the door in front of her, appearing as still as a statue.

"I'm not," she stated flatly. I could feel the spasmodic beats of anxiety running through her nerves. She was lying.

Sighing, and hoping for this to go well I nudged her forward and we both walked toward the door. But before we could reach even a fraction of the distance near it, someone came out from the house. Elizabeth snarled ferociously; the person stopped across from us facing us with a grimace.

"Jasper," Edward said, looking at me with hard eyes. "Do you mind telling me what you're doing?"

Please, I thought. She'll be good. I tightened my grip on her shoulder, hoping she would do just that.

His expression didn't change. "How can you be sure?"

I glanced down at Elizabeth who was keeping quiet, but glaring intently at Edward. Honestly, I had no idea. I wasn't sure if she would listen to me, or could even be trusted. And for someone who could be a massive threat to my family that wasn't a good sign.

I turned back to Edward expecting him to have already heard my private thoughts. Until I found him also staring down at Elizabeth with illegible eyes. I hid my annoyance, hating it when he did this, and even more now that I was going to have to repeat myself.

"It's not that," he said. I wasn't sure if it was toward her or me. His gaze was still set on Elizabeth. "It's because we are going to be having someone visiting shortly soon."

I watched as Elizabeth kept her opaque expression. But her emotions didn't add up, as they reached extreme frustration; her small hands were balled up into fists. "Fine, then," she said in a voice of dignity, yet grief-a voice that shouldn't belong to a child.

She turned to me, looking up at me, her black iris's gleaming. "Good-bye, Jasper."

"Wait!" I exclaimed, quickly grabbing her arm before she could back away from me and vanish.

"What?!" She questioned, now furious. We were still in the same place on the porch across from Edward.

I was disoriented. "Don't go." was all I could say. I needed her here. I wanted her to stay here for a while longer, no matter who the person coming to visit was. The more I thought about it, the more I found it almost rude of Edward to demand that she not come inside the house. She was my sister! I didn't need my love or sibling to tell me this now. We were related. I could see the resemblance quite well now. I couldn't just allow one of my adoptive-siblings to tell me what to do.

Feeling very much satisfied with myself, I glanced up in Edward's direction to see the look on his face. His lips were slightly curled upward exposing his marble-white teeth, where he released a small, dangerous snarl for a short while. His eyes were darkened revealing the monster he really was. He was angry.

"Please," I begged, realizing I might had gone a little too far. She's family.

I wanted to say 'my sister', but I had certain doubts that he would have accepted that.

Finally, after staring for a long dreadful moment in to his burning, topaz eyes, he nodded stiffly, accepting my plead.

Hey, so here's chapter 7. I hope you liked it, although I know it must've been a little boring. Anyway, please review. I would like to know if this story is any good, or if I should just take it down. Let me know!

Sneak Peak:

She sniffed the air. "That smell," she murmured. Her eyes widened at the scent.

"Jasper!"

I snapped my head in Edward's direction. But, it was too late.