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A New Life

FIRST IN THE FATE'S COURSE SERIES! After a tragic car accident, a young girl is taken to Forks,Washington to spend some time with one her long-lost family members... but... who is it? Image and video hosting by TinyPic

I do not own Stephenie's characters .. or J.K. Rowling's for that matter :) Update: We find Elizabeth not too alive AND well, but alive at the very least. The 'death' I am refering to in Chap 2 is the vampire that rescued her from the car, E.G. Alice. I haven't even gotten to the reason for that yet! **groan** I had my story plotted out and then I found all these ideas running through my head! Hopefully, I'll be able to calm myself down after the Volturi and it will explain it all. I was planning on them explaining it after her casts were taken off but then my character discovered her powers (without my permission and when she's not even a vampire yet! for goodness sakes!) then the Volturi decided to come, but bring Aro (all without my permission) and so now my rebellious characters are careening out of control. Sorry for the rant, but I needed it out of my system. :)

15. TORTURE! (And Excerpt)

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I heard a noise to my right. A cracking sound. I tilted my head and changed my course towards the noise. It might be whatever had freaked my horse out. Still strolling carelessly, I tried to quiet my steps. It worked of course. I saw something moving through the trees. It was a large . . . Oh no! My horses had gotten out. I ran towards the big chestnut figure but when I got close enough to see it, I stopped dead. It was . . . a gigantic wolf. It was crouched, its lips pulled over it's dagger-like teeth and deep growls were vibrating in it's chest. It was looking towards me. I gasped and my sound came back. I stumbled back and almost tripped but I caught myself on a tree trunk.

Not until the wolf really DID look at me, did I realize it had been glaring over my shoulder. I spun left and there was . . . a vampire. I was about to call out until I realized, it's eyes, were almost black . . . but around the edges it hinted a dark ruby color. Of all my living with vampires I had picked up a few characteristics. The snarl, for instance. I angled my body slightly forward and lifted my teeth in a snarl.

"What do you want?" I hissed angrily, my hair turning bright red.

It was a male. It stepped back and assessed me.

"You have blood? Then why...? Are you a vampire?"

"Yes!" I snarled, my teeth bared.