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Twisted

Summary:
Post Eclipse. Another vampire has arrived in Forks, but wants nothing to do with the Cullens and everything to do with Bella. Is this newcomer friend or foe?Banner my fiance made, same pictures different style. Ok, so it's all finished. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews and be sure to check out the sequel, "Unraveled", which will be coming soon. :)


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8. Chapter 8

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All the memories before my change and many from after were lost to me, pushed out by the minds of other people. Sometimes, the stolen minds invaded me, dredging up thing I didn't want to remember. But there in the darkness beside a sleeping werewolf I was seized.

A child of four or five with tawny hair and silver eyes skips in front of her mother. The mother looks away for a second, admiring something, and then her baby is gone.

I was young, barely just awakened from the pain of the change. These were the first people I had come across. The child squirmed in my grasp, but made no sound. He eyes were wide as I nuzzled close to her throat. It was only a second after I'd sunk my teeth into her throat that the warm blood rolled over my tongue. And then came the searing pain. It ripped through my head, through my throat and down into the rest of me. I saw a trip to the zoo, clinging to the hands of her parents. I saw the first day of school. And then the future rushed at me like a freight train. So much this child would have accomplished, but the venom of my bite was already burning her neck. She opened her mouth to scream, but I snapped her neck, the cry dying on her lips.

I'd run then, retreating into the forest, desperate to escape everything her blood had shown me, but it followed me. It whispered to me as I hid. I wanted nothing more to do with humans, and their poison blood. Throughout those first few years, I slipped a couple of times. I'd been ravaged by the thirst and a passerby had wandered too near, but I paid for it in the end. As if being trapped forever as a monster wasn't enough, God wanted to torture me just a bit further and make what I most desired, blood, a commodity I was unable to enjoy.

I'd heard talk of a coven strong enough to kill a vampire. They lived in Italy, the Volturi. I'd sought them out, begged for death, but instead found servitude. Ambrosi's venture was not the first I'd been forced on, nor was Tanya the first first I'd been forced to read.

“Lilly,” came the whisper, bringing me back to the present. I turned, Jacob was awake, but only just. He had a dreamy look on his face and his eyes seemed heavy.

“If someone wanted you to, like if they wanted to know if they'd ever get something they really wanted, could you see their future?” he asked.

“I suppose so,” I replied, looking out the windshield.

“Could you see my future?” he asked, with more enthusiasm. He'd sat up in his seat, obviously expecting a show.

I grimaced. “I would not want to try Jacob.” The disgust was obvious in my voice.

“Why not?” His voiced sounded small, like he'd been deflated.

“Well, it would hurt me,” I began, then the rest just spilled out of me, “And you smell funny and I can't imagine to taste much better than you smell, and well... I'm not very hungry right now.”

He chuckled to himself, amused at my observation. “So do you,” he said letting his eyes close again.

“Jacob,” I whispered quietly. He didn't stir. I pushed my foot harder on the gas pedal, desperate to escape this car, this boy, and these pesky human emotions.