Hey, finally another update. Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy a lot this past month. But, I finally got this one chapter down. It took me a while to write it, and make it fit my standards so please don't be disappointed. Thanks! Oh, and please review!

Chapter 9

After a bashful moment of losing myself to the taste of thirst, and finally finding a source of rich and delicious blood, I was satisfied. But although, I felt better now that I was now fed, nothing could block the feeling of embarrassment after remembering what all had happened inside the covens home. The memories were as fresh as a healthy humans blood, and I wasn't happy about what happened.

Childish, I told myself angrily. That was awfully childish of me. I still couldn't believe what I had done, at any other moment of time that would have been more acceptable, but back there at that certain moment no. That was uncalled for; I was going to have to do something about that little mishap-something-anything!

At the moment, Jasper was walking with me through the rugged woods. I didn't know where we were, and I didn't care. I was trying to wander off, and try and figure out a new plan on how I was going to be able to capture the two Cullen's. But, no matter, how many times I told Jasper that he could go; that he didn't have to waste any more of his time with me, he remained by my side. Not that I didn't enjoy it, I liked that he actually wanted to stay with me a while longer, it reminded me back to when he was still living with my family and me, and I wasn't yet blind. I would always walk, enjoying walking far distances at either fast paces or simply long strokes around the house or fence surrounding our land. And every time I wandered off to someplace there he was trying to watch me in case I did something that would hurt me or anything surrounding me. At times he would hold my hand; I can still remember how big his hand was compared to mine, when he held it soft, but firmly. I can still remember how tall he was too. I thought he was a giant when we walked together. I was so small, and he was fully grown. I still was small compared to him, but not nearly as much.

Memories like those are what kept me so close to my brother; they're what always brought me some kind of peace whether I was in pain or grief. I always thought about them whenever some part of him was brought up. Even now, when you'd think nothing at all could bring along a hint of joy would those memories magically turn that around.

It wasn't until at around the time the gray foggy clouds above turned to probably the lightest gray I've seen today, that I decided suddenly sit down on a small slop covered under a blanket of fallen leaves. The wind was sharp, the temperatures plummeted, and yet I didn't feel a thing. "Go home." I told Jasper, wrapping my arms around my legs.

I felt bad to tell him such a thing. He was my brother, my real brother; someone I thought was dead for centuries. But, I had to remember one thing; he couldn't remember me. What was the point of being reunited with your long-lost sibling if they couldn't even remember you? They would think you a complete stranger, where as the other person would know almost everything about you. It wasn't fair.

To my surprise, Jasper came forward and took a seat next to me. He looked at me. "Tell me," he said. "What do you remember of me?" He sounded very serious, and very considerate at the same time. I kept my head straight ahead, refusing to glance at him nor answer.

"Can you remember?" he asked when I didn't say anything.

I said nothing.

"Do you want to tell me?' He asked me slowly.

I sighed. "Don't you need to go back to your family, since apparently you prefer them more?" I asked icily. "Their probably worried your dead or something."

Although, I couldn't see, I could somehow picture his solemn expression hardening. It was quiet, until he finally said. "You think I like this? If I could remember, I wouldn't be treating you this way, Elizabeth. Can't you see, I want to know more about you. I want to know the history you seem to remember, but I can't. And, apparently, since your my sibling I am obliged to stay and accompany you until further notice. I don't even care what my family thinks of that. As far as I know, I'm furious with them at the moment. They shouldn't have treated you that way, Alice especially."

"I don't blame them," I said, without thinking.

He stared down at me. "Why would you say that?"

I shrugged. "As they said, I'm dangerous. They know from first-hand. And after last night, I'm surprised they didn't just kill me right then and there."

He was at lost for words. I could tell he was trying to say something, but always swallowed it back. Finally, he mentioned in a slow monotone, "We're not usually like that. We don't behave like other vampires. We're more human in a way; such as we don't kill humans, only animals. And we live in one place for a couple of years unlike other vampires. Like I said, we're more humane, more considerate more caring." He shook his head. "But you didn't see any of that when back there now did you? I don't know what was wrong with them, they've never been rude in such a way before." He took a longer look at me.

After another unpleasant moment of silence, he asked, "You're not going to vanish on me, are you?" I could hear the unsureness in his voice. He was very uncertain, and in a way worried.

I shrugged. "Perhaps." I told him, truthfully. "I'm unpredictable."

"You're right about that," he agreed with what sounded like a smile on his face. But, shortly after, his smile fell into a frown. "But please," he pleaded, "don't leave. I want you to stay longer."

"Why? Why would you want a stranger with you? Other than just to use them for your own satisfaction until there of no good use to you anymore?!" My head snapped into his direction, fury in my eyes.

"Because," he answered easily. "I want to know you better. If I can't remember you, than we can start over." His tone was kind, as was his expression. I stared intently into his eyes, trying to distinguish whether it was worth it to stay with him for a while longer, or continue doing what I was assigned to do. The lucid color in his eyes told me that it was okay; that I was safe. But, they were elusive enough to understand that there was no way to tell how it was so, only that it just was in some way. I started to look deeper admiring the unique beauty he was damned with. With eyes like those, I started to imagine, there wasn't a human in the world who could turn him down. His golden shade of eyes brought out the bright cheerfulness in which could make any girl swoon in desire for him. Surprising how the irony of it was he was more than just what seemed a knight in shining armor in the eyes of such naive beings. . .He was their meal.

Swiping away the deep thoughts, I turned away, now thinking of how good an answer that was. Although, I couldn't really believe that this was the reason, I still had a small feeling it possibly was. "How do I know I that?" I asked him.

He leaned in closer, to the point where even I knew the intensity between us was increasing dramatically. I kept my head down low, telling myself repeatedly not to look up, no matter who it was. Finally, his fluent voice replied, "You're just going to have to trust me." At that sentence, there was a line of mistakes. Such as, his voice turned out to be rough, slow, and raggedy, not the crystal-clear, translucent tone I was expecting. There was a number of different pitches in his sentence, it wasn't picture-perfect like a lot of his other past sentences.

But, what I did hear that I found to be most convincing was that his entire tone during that one sentence was full of hope. He wanted me to trust him. He wanted to know me better. He wasn't trying to deceive me. That one adjective was powerful enough to take me for granted; without any regrets.

I breathed out a sigh. "I believe you," I told him, turning my head to finally face him. The words felt odd coming out of my mouth. It didn't take me long to realize it was just the first time I ever said something of such assurance, such loyalty to an answer. (these days all that ever came out of my mouth was curse words, threats, lies, and shouts) And strangely, I was beginning to realize how much I really did believe him now after saying those words. It felt like a wide-open and welcome door once closed, and sealed off with what was fumbled to be hate and grief combined was now unblocked, free, and once again a pleasant pathway.

The deep thought, somehow stumbled over to the forgotten memory of why I was here, why I was on this mission, why I was on the verge of destroying the last of my family's new family.

"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.

The both of them.

Trying hard to deny the urge not to shake my head or show any kind of sign of my pain, I thought away from those kind of things. I would not allow such a thing to happen. I wouldn't!

"Elizabeth," he said softly.

I didn't move.

"What's wrong?" He touched the top of my hand. It wasn't much of a puzzle to notice he was just doing that in case I decided to disappear. It got me wondering if he really did care this much for me.

"I'm fine," I managed to say calmly. I'd had a good amount of years to steady my voice into whichever I preferred. In this case, all those years of keeping my tone calm, persuasive, or cheerful in order to make up a good lie came in handy. "Just," I said, trying to sound petty, "tell me more of your family. . .Please, just tell me." The thought simply popped into my head; and it was something that seemed an even more important question the more I thought about it.

For a moment, he stared at me uncomprehendingly. Not that I could blame him much, it was a little off-topic and unlike me to ask.

But, sooner or later the shock died down, having a less effect on him. He swallowed, turning away for the first time, and stared absentmindedly into the forest in front of him. "Well," he said, sounding better than he looked, "what would you like to know?"

"Start by telling the history," I told him. "How such a large coven, of such sensibility came to be. What are all you're relations to one another?" I took a moment to think over more suggestions. "And. . .How is it, such a coven made a friendship bond between our species most treacherous enemies?"

"The werewolves, I'm assuming?"

I nodded.

He sighed. It was a clear sign telling me all these things was going to be exhausting. But, in case he had forgotten, he didn't get tired, the explanation may be long and more than likely complicated, but as we both knew very well, we had more than enough time.

I waited patiently. (which for me, wasn't easy) But, eventually, he brought up the will to speak and tell me all that I desired. First, he told me who was first to create the coven, then who came next to join, and so on. I was relieved to hear he wasn't first or second, or anywhere near the first, but dead-last. I would've been happy if he hadn't mentioned it being both him and the vampire Alice joining together. I had asked what he was doing with her, but he promised to tell me about it after my other questions were out of the way. So I listened to the rest of what he had to say, part of me dying to already hear how he was with the vampire before meeting the other coven. He told me everything of their family pairs; turns out they were all paired up, but when in front of humans they behaved like normal siblings, except for the head leader, Carlisle and his wife Esme.

The part about his and his family's alliance with the werewolves took the longest to explain. And after, he got down the part about the vampire Bella having a good relationship with the pack, and an even deeper one with one of them, I swear I was going to vomit. It was hard to imagine anyone even humans being so close to such vile beings. But, when he explained to me of why that was so, and the longer he went on in what felt was now a story, he told me of the thing that made the one werewolf who had feelings for the girl Bella before she was turned into a vampire why he was tied so close to her. He said they called it an imprint. Apparently, after a whole mess between her, her husband, and the werewolves, she gave birth to a baby girl right before she was turned. The baby turned out to the one werewolf's true imprint, and they were all okay with that. Everybody got their own mate, matchmaker, whatever.

That is, until he told me another part of the story where the Volturi became involved. At those words, I became an even more intent listener, craving for the ending. (the thought of him and Alice together, didn't even seem to bother me after that)

"You-what?" I could barely speak.

"We left," he told me, "it was the only way we could help, and we did whatever we could even from outside our home."

I frowned. We. Him and Alice. It wasn't much of a surprise now, especially, after he mentioned it a while ago, that they were a couple. Probably even a married couple from the way these monsters worked. At first, I found it almost absurd to believe. I mean, it was my brother! I wasn't prepared for anything like this. It never even crossed my mind. Well how could it?! I told myself. You just met him not even 24 hours ago. But nothing could hide the deep hate and disgust, and yet the sweet desire and yearning for something someone else had. I couldn't even bring myself to think the word, it was too pathetic.

Then, the thought of Alice seemed to get to me. "Hey, um. . ."I interrupted him while he was speaking, "So was the vampire telling you to get rid of me-Alice?"

He took the moment to answer, "Yes." He nodded. "But, don't hate her for that, she's not usually like that."

Except for that one answer, I wasn't listening. So, the short, black-haired vampire was his wife. One of the victims I've been ordered to kidnap. . .

Sneak Peak:

"What?!"

"I was just wanting to hear how your task was progressing," said a slick voice, "Aro, especially, is curious."

I had to let them give me a phone. I groaned. "This isn't the time," I told him coldly.

"Understood," he said, sounding considering, but I knew better. "Just give me a full report of your progress so far, and I'll pass it on to our leader."

"Later!" I shouted, hating how much control they had over me. "I'm busy!" And with that, I hung up, snapping the cell-phone shut, then slamming it to the ground-floor where it now lay crumbled up into pieces. I breathed heavily. I was going to have to do something.