My throat ran dry. My nerves fell over the edge.

One thing led to the other until I eventually tore our gaze apart. I could barely faze the thought. The Volturi?

Out of all places, out of all people how could this happen?

I knew Aro always admired them for their abilities, but never did I, nor any of us, ever think it would result to this. Threaten a vampire girl into kidnapping two of her own kind for someone who, no matter what she did, would meet a tragic end. . .

I shook my head. I knew they were repulsive, revolting, and horrid. . .but this.

I found a pair of hands gripping my body firmer and a voice pleading with me as I became more and more aware of my surroundings. "Jasper, are you mad?"

When I didn't answer, she carried on,"I understand if you are. I wouldn't blame you." Her voice broke through as one I found unrecognizable. It was both heartbreakingly full of guilt and disgust with oneself.

I clasped her hand with mine preparing my voice for a tedious response. "No. I'm not mad."

I faced her finally.

She raised her eyes upon me and I immediately became aware of the change in her expression. What was once a terrible feeling of guilt and sadness became a ruthless persistence and incredible stubborness. She said with incredulous impassiveness, "Don't lie to me, Jasper," she said, "There's nothing more I hate than liars."

I exhaled, inside trembling at the fury I felt. "It's not you." I said. "It's them." My voice came out as a snarl.

My feet soon found themselves on the floor and crossing the room to approach the werewolf. Samuel. He was sleeping soundly and all the instruments tied up to him were progressing regularly.

I had it in mind to mention it to Elizabeth but a second thought swayed me away. Instead, I returned my gaze to her and found she was watching me with a worried expression. Something told me she knew what I was up to.

But, nothing was going to get in my way. Not even her.

The very thought of Aro holding my family against their will was outraging. There was nothing, nobody I hated more than he and his clan. Images instantly crossed my mind at what endlessly torturing schemes Aro had in store for them. My fists tightened and I found myself counting back from a hundred only to keep myself from destroying anything.

Never had I felt this much anger and restrained myself from reflecting it on anything. It wasn't easy and if it wasn't for the two visitors in this room I might not have ever endured it for this long.

Elizabeth stepped toward me. She said softly, "Jasper," it was clear from the look of guilt in her eyes that she could see what all I was going through, "don't go."

I realized suddenly I was already at the window at the edge of the room. My fingers were clutched around the handles yet I struggled to decide whether to move or not. I at this point had no idea what I was going to do and was baffled as to why I was even at ends between staying put or rescuing my family. I should be going after them, I thought looking down at the familiar jump into the yard I always occasionally made when going out hunting. It shouldn't even be a decision or second thought. By now I should've made it across the river and approaching the Pacific Ocean. In my mind travelling on one's own was much faster than depending on any airplane or boat transportation.

I hadn't even thought about telling all of this to the rest of the Cullens. They as well might have wanted to know about this. Yet, right at this moment that deed didn't feel at all necessary. There was something else keeping me here at my wits end.

Immediately, I looked down and found a pair of small insignificant hands groping around my waist. Elizabeth was there embracing me and filling me up with the kind of warmth and affection I only felt with Alice. The kind that revolted that fact that I was a vampire and any sort of love and affection that gave me warmth was supposed to be forbidden.

Without thinking, I wrapped my long, ghastly arms around her careful not to squeeze her too hard at the thought of how small and fragile her figure seemed.

"Don't go," she pleaded to me in just below a whisper many times.

At that time nothing she said stuck inside my head. I was already crammed with thoughts and worries over my lost siblings and the Volturi. I guess perhaps I was just overwhelmed, but even that shouldn't have existed.

"Did you hear me?" I finally heard her ask.

"What was that?"

She answered, "I said don't worry about them. They wont kill them, but I'm certain they'll find ways to force them to do the same bidding they forced on me." she exhaled. It was clear that now it was seemed to make sense now as they put the pieces together.

"You and the rest of you watch over Samuel." This time her statement had evolved into an order and in which she expected to be obeyed. "I'm sure he'll still need tending to and I only trust all of you." She meant that as in my family.

She broke apart our embrace and observed my expressionless face. "If you go," she continued as if to convince me more not to go anywhere near there, "they will all certainly kill you. You are not what they want even with your ability." She moved me over from my spot near the window and away from any clear exit out of here.

"I will go," she promised. It wasn't until she unlocked my hand from hers that I soon realized not only had I been holding on to it, but she was going to go now. She took several steps back now beside Samuel. She observed him for a long while until returning her gaze back to me.

The flaming tongue of yellow that blazed through her eyes were at that point different. At first he couldn't quite tell, until it suddenly came to him.

She was scared. She tried not to show it, but even she couldn't resist it.

When she realized it herself, she immediately turned away. It had either reflected from my eyes or shown in my face. I didn't know what to say.

"This is my fault," she admitted, it seemed more to herself than me. She was about to continued until I intervened.

"No, Lizzie," I protested. My fists clenched hard. She didn't look at me as I said this, but I had to speak up. This was wrong and I knew it. She was so small so delicate. In my mind that couldn't strip away the fact that she was absolutely clever, devious, and upheld and an extremely great gift. All I could see was my sister so young and innocent. I saw her wearing the Volturi member cloak and an old pair of trousers and boots. Yet, in my mind she was wearing just an ordinary, yet dirty dress from a long time ago.

Her face wasn't nearly as beautiful and clean as it had been in my mind. Her luscious, soft blond curls were stained a brown color as if she and her whole body had been dragged around a dirt mound several times. Despite, all that however, I still loved her. Perhaps even more now though. She was still beautiful and still under my most up-most need of protection. She still needed me and was more than likely the only person she trusted with her life. She trusted me to keep her secrets when she had once told me she snuck a piece of bread from the counter to eat because our parents wouldn't feed her enough. She revealed to me how much our step mother and her children were always cruel to her when I was never around.

I remember now how we sometimes even used to play cards after dinner time under the dim lamp light in my room. I always let her win. In the daylight we would always run or climb trees. As she grew, it became my job to make sure she never got hurt. As was always happy. But that wonderful time didn't last long when I was submitted into the army. That was the time our family broke apart more then than after the death of our real mother years ago before that. It was during that horrid time that I eventually found out more about the new wife our father had later married while I was off at war and finally the fact that my very own sister had gone blind. . .

This, I finally realized, was not had all on the account of a little imagination. I was seeing her for what she once was.

I nearly shuddered, but my voice still shook, "Did our new mother really make you stand out in the yard look directly at the sun after she caught you stealing some bread." He could remember exactly what she said on that night when she revealed to him on how she could no longer see. Basically, she was starving so much then from lack of food she snuck in the kitchen and searched for food in the middle of the night. Their stepsister caught her and told her own mother. Vivian, the stepmother, beat her so badly even I could tell she had been abused badly the time I visited them all after the incident. The next day, she was still punishing poor Lizzie before ordering her finally to go outside and thinking about what she had done by staring at the brightness of the sun in the middle of the day. Only few people knew but refused to care that at that moment of time that would be the last time Lizzie would ever see the sun or-anything else for that matter. Throughout her human life at least.

I shook my head out of it. I couldn't think about this now, yet was awfully vulnerable. So badly, I almost missed it when she picked her head up and nodded approvingly. She could still remember. "Yes, but that's beside the point now isn't it?" Her eyes, now gazing upon him were just sad now. Sad because she knew it was too late to talk about this amazing discovery now. Too late to probably ever talk about it at this point.

I fell to my knees engulfed in this tragic circumstance. I could remember everything about her now. Her name, her face, her history-or human one for that matter. But, it was all for nothing now as she was about to leave me. I was going to argue, but after the spontaneous flashback I was simply just speechless. Alice and Edward didn't even enter my mind at that moment for it seemed unnecessary to because Lizzie was leaving for them.

She stepped forward closer to my ridiculous position. I was equal to her height and she kissed my forehead. With a smile, I somehow felt a twinge of happiness from her that sparked like a lit fire. She was joyous to see that I finally remembered. Our history. Her. Perhaps, this was all she ever really wanted from me.

"I'm glad now to see you finally remember," she was looking at me with an expression I was certain she never truly revealed, much less knew she could. "Lizzie," she repeated after hearing me say it just once. Her smile widened. "That was what you always used to call me."

I remember. "Come with me," I said, thinking that I should've been the one taking on this mission than she herself. "We could do it together, we could make the better odds."

But I knew, and she shook her head. "No." Her voice was flat. "This was my fault like I said. Plus if something happened to you I would never forgive myself. I've done enough trouble already anyway." When she saw my disappointment, she confessed, "But, I will be able to get your family back. But, can you just promise me this one thing, Jasper?" She brushed through my long hair.

I forced a smile knowing it would be for the sake of her. "Anything, Lizzie."

She returned my expression. Yet, I was realizing she was releasing my hands and grip from her cheek. "Promise me you'll to look after him," she said, returning her gaze to him. He was still sleeping.

I nodded, returning my feet to the ground where they belonged. "I promise."

She smiled again, but it was obvious it was just for me. "And I promise," she said, "to return your family back home." The last thing I saw was the anglican golden jewels in her eyes and then the transparent glass of a window-on which I was just deciding on whether to go through-standing before me.

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Sneak Peak:

"What is it?" She asked once I returned. I was flipping through it trying to decipher it.

Somewhat sooner than later my throat closed. My hands still surprisingly clutching the object I found to be a book hadn't fallen to the ground; I had frozen.

"Jasper?" She approached closer, worried clear in her voice. It wasn't until she read apart of it though that she gasped.

My voice was plain. "It's my sister's journal."