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A New Life

Summary:
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


Notes:
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. :)


16. Heirloom

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I sat there for a minute, my head tilted slightly, and I could feel them watching me. It made me nervous but I kept staring blankly into space. It was Bella that broke the silence by running up at vampire speed. "I'm so sorry!" She cried, running up to me, throwing her arms around my neck. I flinched and disappeared. Bella gasped and fell through me. When I came back she was on the other side of me, staring open-mouthed. "Sorry," I said breathlessly, rocking back and forth on my heels. "I'm a little jumpy."


"That was AWESOME!" Emmett roared. "Do me!" Before anybody could stop him, he jumped right at me. I screamed, and he disappeared, still in the air. He reappeared on the other side of the room, and before he could stop, his head crashed into the wall.


"I'm so sorry!" I apologized to Esme. I hoped she wasn't mad. I had damaged her wood floor and her beautifully painted walls, in the time span of one day.


"Happens all the time." She said, smiling.


I looked back to Emmett. His head was still stuck inside the wall and he was struggling fruitlessly to get it out. "That happens all the time?"


They all saw the look on my face, and burst out laughing. Emmett disappeared and appeared in front of us, drywall, in his hair.


"I wanted you to do what you did to Bella." Emmett whined.


"You weren't trying to comfort me." I glared at him. Rosalie came up and punched him hard on the shoulder.


"Thanks." I muttered. I needed a shower. I went carefully up the stairs, being careful not to trip.


I pulled the plastic bags over my casts, and turned the hot water on. As I waited for it to warm, I made the bar of soap pop in and out of existence dully. The water was the perfect temperature. I stepped out of my clothes, and disappeared.


I wanted to think all by myself. Wait. I pulled out of my hiding. Could I just hide only my mind? I'll ask Edward later.


I stepped into the shower as my normal self and let the hot water run over my skin. I washed my hair, soaped my body, rinsed, and stepped out of the shower. I hated these casts. I pulled clean clothes on that Alice had bought me and made my way to my bedroom.


I sat on the warm bed and let the rare sunlight warm me further.


I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.


My sleep was full of dreams of the pain Jane could bestow, Aro's milky, red eyes and the sentence that kept repeating itself.





"I advise you not to fail. If necessary, we can bring her back to Italy."





A sharp shake of my shoulder woke me up. Edward's hand fell through me onto the mattress. I rolled away from him and appeared on the other side of the bed. I had no intention to appear with his hand through my shoulder.


"What'swrong?" I yawned sleepily.


"You were screaming. And you can't control your powers while you sleep. You were flashing back and forth and it was driving me crazy."


"Sorry." I murmured sadly.


"It's okay. You're smart worrying. The Volturi --- " He cut off guiltily when he saw my terrified face.


"Anyways, I came to wake you cause Alice is finally going to tell us what she's been hiding..." His eyes narrowed at something on my neck.


"What?" I asked defensively.


"Has Alice been giving you jewelry?" He accused.


"No. Why?" I asked, confused.


"Nothing." He turned away. "Let's go."


"Wait, Edward." He turned and looked at me. I tried to only lock my mind, then asked, Can you hear me?


He sat there looking expectantly at me. As the seconds ticked by, he became confused, and gasped.


Then he asked something I've only heard him ask one person before. "What are you thinking?"


There was an uproar on the lower floor, and in seconds, all eight vampires were in my room.





"I can still see her!" Alice.


"Has she learned to only disguise one part of her?" Esme.


"I don't see the big deal ---" Emmett.


"Oh, shut UP, Emmett!" Rosalie.


"Yes! I'm not the only one!" Bella.


"Calm down!" Jasper.


"You can't hear her Edward?" Carlisle.



My eyes were wide and I stopped hiding my mind.


Edward gazed at me. "Now I can." He said softly.




We were in the living room now.


"Scent." Edward commanded. I concentrated on a vampire's scent and immediately the wonderful aroma came from my hand when I sniffed it. The other vampires murmured in amazement.


"Keep the scent, and now mute your sound." This was harder for me and every time I muted my heartbeat, the sweet scent disappeared. I huffed in frustration.


"We'll keep working on it. If we can trick Aro, which is virtually impossible, we won't have to change you till you're older."


Alice cleared her throat. I remembered this was supposed to be her meeting. I turned on the couch to look at her.





"I'm sure you all want to know why I had been following Lizzie, and why I saved her from the car accident." I winced slightly, and looked down at my healed legs.


Carlisle was a miracle worker. There were a few almost-healed cuts, but other than that they looked fine. They were, however, very pale, almost as pale as a vampire's. I grinned suddenly and Edward chuckled. I closed my mind to him smugly. He crossed his arms and pouted.


Alice rolled her eyes and continued. "Anyways ---" Edward interrupted her when he saw me holding the crystal heart that hung on my neck, and running my thumb along the point. "Alice, did you give her that necklace? She said you didn't but I think you told her not to tell me." I dropped the heart and glared at him.


"No Edward I didn't give her the---" She stopped when she saw the necklace, and then her eyes blanked.


"When she returned to the future, she looked up slowly at me. "You tell the story, about how you got your necklace." Everybody cast glances at her questioning her sanity, including me.


"Okay..." I said slowly but I knew the story well.


I unclasped the necklace and held it in my hand, letting everyone look at it. Then I started.


"It's a family heirloom, and has been passed to the eldest daughter when she turns the age of thirteen. My mom gave it to me on my birthday last year, her mother had given it to her on her thirteenth, after she had received it from my great-grandmother, and so on. "


I paused. This was the sad part.


"The sad thing is," I paused again. "None of us were supposed to have the necklace. The pattern was changed around the late teens in the 1900s."


Edward stiffened, but I ignored it.


"It was when the Spanish Influenza struck, and almost everybody in my great-great-grandmother's family died. "

Edward's eyes were pained.


"Except for her sister, who was the eldest and had already lost her husband to it. Since she was the eldest she had most of their mother's jewelry, and this," I held up the necklace and fondly watched it shoot shards of light across the room.


"She caught the flu, and in her will she gave everything to her children except for this." I gestured to the necklace again, lost in my world of story telling.


"Before she died, she personally gave this to her younger sister, my great-great grandmother, and the only one who ended up surviving." I tried to keep my voice from shaking.


"Her older sister told her to keep passing on the Ranken family heirloom, and every time I look at it, I'm proud that my great-great-great aunt was so brave, and selfless. When I'm mad, they say I have her hair."




I paused trying to remember the name. "Elizabeth Masen."