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Chapter 8

I didn't have much trouble recruiting my family from inside the house. They were all there. All of them staring up at me, and the person I brought along. Their expressions were pretty clear, but their emotions were even brighter.

"Emmett, Rosalie, Esme, Edward, Alice," I announced everyone's name, feeling oddly self-conscience at the moment. Bracing Elizabeth closer to my side, I announced, "This is Elizabeth. . ." I immediately assumed Edward, Alice, and Bella had already told them all of my relations to her.

It was quiet for a moment (or in this case half a second) But still, it felt like a long time and I was growing frustrated. Fortunately, Esme was first come up and speak. "Elizabeth," she addressed, stepping closer toward her, "It's good to meet you. I'm Esme, Jasper's adoptive mother." she stuck her hand out.

Elizabeth didn't take her hand. Instead, she glared at her as if she wanted to abolish her in some awful way. "Elizabeth?" I whispered, wishing for her to be nice, especially to Esme. "Behave, please."

She shrugged my hand off her shoulder, looking to the other side stubbornly. She didn't say anything, but I could feel the intense pain she was suddenly going through. Not just any kind of pain, a million different ones; hurt, betrayal, sadness, stress, horror. What could have Esme said to make her go through such torture? Edward, I thought, looking to him for help. I hope he understood how anxious I was to know what was happening to her.

He kept his stare on her. Then he answered, "Just the fact that you have a family. . .and have replaced you're birth mother."

I turned back to her. My mouth opened about to speak. . .But nothing came out. What was I to say? It's okay, It'll be all right? No, I couldn't lie to her like that, not to mention it wouldn't help any.

"Jasper," Alice said, coming forward. I looked up to see her expression torn. "What have you done? She shouldn't be here. Don't you understand what's she's done?"

I rose an eyebrow. "Weren't you and-"

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth interrupted suddenly, facing Alice, her voice and emotions smooth and full of anger. "What have I done? What about you all doing siding with the werewolves? That's the most preposterous, completely absurd thing I've ever seen!"

Alice growled, something I never witnessed her do.

"Jasper," she said through her teeth, staring intently in Elizabeth's direction. "Get rid of her. You were wrong to bring her here. All she'll bring is problems. Tell him, Edward!" she demanded.

"She's right," he told me, as if he just knew what she was talking about. " . . .She can't stay here. I'm sorry that this was what you wanted, but it can't work-it wont."

"Why!" I questioned, outraged from what he just told me. It didn't make any since! They couldn't tell her simply to leave! They couldn't! She was my sister, she was family. Whether they believed it or not it was as true as could be. What was the point of telling me in the first place if she wasn't even allowed to live with us?! Completely absurd!

"I don't need this," Elizabeth breathed, her tone mild. She took a step away from me, and I thought it was too late when I realized what she was about to do.

But just as she was about to disappear, her body froze; her emotions fell blank.

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.

She was lunging toward the front door, where I now knew what she was aiming for. Quickly, I chased after her, along with the rest of my family who was doing the same thing. Somehow, someway I got a hold of her arm. Immediately, I gripped the rest of her, trying to weigh her down until she became in control again. But she wasn't going down without a fight. She fought-and mighty forceful for that matter-but she was too small and weak compared to me. Meanwhile, she was screaming, shouting swear words and threats. "Let me go! Let me go!" she repeated, infuriated. As she said each statement, her jerks became more forceful.

The door was heard, he was knocking vigorously.

She screamed louder, as if in pain. "LET ME GO!" She shrieked, gripping my arms. Her eyes reopened, and I stared into a glistening pair of black eyes glaring back at me. She was in an intense need of blood, her eyes for that mattered showed.

The door opened, and I let whomever it was deal with him. The door quickly closed again, and I tried to calm her down. I knew from experience that smooth voices and soft soothing didn't work, but now I knew why Alice and the others had always done it to me when I behaved this way. There were no words to help explain it, but I felt it best to speak even though it was completely and utterly useless.

"Shhh," I soothed, grasping her arms firmly. "Shhh."

"I need blood," she wined, pitifully, her eyes now closed. "I need. . ."

I was most surprised that she hadn't once used her gift to get to our visitor. That's what I thought until I noticed we were on the left side of the house, angled slightly closer to the front door. Last time I remember we were on the right side of the house, near the piano.

"Take her hunting." A familiar voice told me.

I sighed, "I'll have to, wont I?"I struggled to pin her down to the floor.

He touched my shoulder. "Be careful, she's still dangerous, Brother."

Her eyes were still closed, her expression now opaque.

Without much effort, I picked her up to her feet. But she wasn't very simple to keep in one place. She wasn't in control of herself. She tried countlessly to go after the human so close by. Tirelessly, she teleported from one spot to the other, whether we were inside or outside the house.

But, somehow-maybe it was just luck-I always kept her from reaching him.

Blood. Blood. Blood. . .I thought, dreamily. The burning sensation inside of me was shouting for blood; the warm, mouth-watering taste that ran through a human's veins. . .

I was so thirty.

"Elizabeth. Elizabeth!' A familiar voice called.

I looked up drowsily at the tall young man in front of me. I couldn't think right; I wasn't sure how to speak, how to do anything. The thirsty monster inside of me was let loose, excited to finally be out, ready to create chaos and search for blood. My grip on the man's shoulder tightened, my eyes narrowed. A deep, dangerous sound let loose through my mouth.

"You have to hunt," he told me, his voice sounding distant, and yet so close. "Okay?"

Hunt? the word went in one ear and out the other. I couldn't think at all. "Hunt. . ." I repeated, hoping to remember the pronunciation and possibility the meaning of the word.

So thirsty. . .

I closed my eyes, and felt the light jump of excitement flow through my veins, and the new environment surrounding me.

"Elizabeth, stop it, please," he pleaded me softly.

A scent came across my senses, the same one I had been trying to track for a minute now. I could hear shouting, demands, and pleads, but words couldn't stop me from trying to hunt it down. It was so close, so delicious, so fresh.

"Do you want to drink?" the male's voice asked me.

My eyes sliced into his direction. He stood in front of me, blocking me from reaching the scent. But it was what he said that somehow caught my attention. "Yes, thirsty!" my desperate tone replied.

His voice was firm. "Than we'll hunt somewhere else. Not here."

"No! I want to drink now!" I cried, struggling against his steel-like brace.

It was useless. "No," he told me, sternly. "I will not let you. Listen to me! Just use your gift and we can drink somewhere else."

A stressed-out emotion poured over me. I made an irritated noise. "Fine!" I spatted.

Instinctively, my eyes closed, and in hardly any time at all I found myself in another place. Not seeing how different my surroundings were, but from the millions of scents filling my senses. There were so many.

I'll leave it at that for now. Hope you liked it, and I'll try updating soon so don't go anywhere:)

Sneak Peak:

"This was a bad idea," I confessed, putting my head in my hands. Just the thought of Samuel in the dungeon for another second was enough to make me go and burn myself.

"Don't think like that," he told me, sincerely but with a hint of fury mixed in. "I'll make them understand."

He still didn't know. And I wasn't planning on telling him any time soon, either. (I was just lucky enough to go through that pleasant meeting with that mind-reader on my tail) Although, I felt horrible not telling him the truth of why I was here, I still had to remember Samuel. If by any chance I mentioned to Jasper of my situation, he might as well be as good as dead.