The sequel to "TWISTED." Post-Eclipse. Lilly and Jacob set off to stop Lilly's vision from coming true. **I'm so sorry this is taking so long, I'm struggling to get this one written out. Thanks.** BTW: Reviews are nice, Reviews are what makes me want to write more. I could use the motivation, or the criticism if it's not going so well. Thanks.
5. Chapter 5
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It was hours later, huddled in a taxicab, racing through the streets of Dublin that I began to think about what I was doing and the danger I might be putting Jacob in. He’d had problems dealing with the Cullens, as non-threatening as a vampire coven could get. Avery was a different story. Avery was the reason I became a vampire and she was the reason I hated every minute of it. She was also the only person who could tell me who sent Ambrosi after Bella and why.
I felt a nudge on my shoulder. I’d been so deep in thought I hadn’t realized that we’d stopped. Jacob was staring at me, his face a wash of concern. I smiled my best smile at him and climbed out of the car. Jacob waved away the driver as he tried to help with the luggage. I almost laughed. Of course, the werewolf would want to do it all on his own. I paid the driver and turned to look at the brick house behind us.
“Who lives here?” asked Jacob. The windows were dark, but clean and the surrounding lawn and shrubs were well trimmed. No smoke rose from the chimney and there was no car in the drive. The house, though well maintained, was empty. Jacob turned over his shoulder when I didn’t answer.
I felt a smile cross my face as I said quietly, “I do.”
When we reached the door, I stood on my toes and felt in the eves for the key I knew the housekeeper left there. She was a nice woman, never asked questions, just kept the abandoned place clean and collected her checks. Same with the gardeners, the man that fixed the plumping two winters back, and the woman that maintained the deed. If they wondered about the house, or it’s mysterious owner they never asked. They just cashed their checks and kept their mouths shut.
“This is your house?” asked Jacob as we stepped into the foyer.
“It is now. It was my family’s house, but when my parents died, I bought up the property and everything in it.”
“When were you here last?” asked Jacob, crinkling his nose.
“It’s been—“ I paused. “It’s been a very long time.”
I showed Jacob the bedrooms upstairs. It was remarkable how well I remembered the old house. I’d only been their once since my change, but everything seemed fresh in my mind, like I’d lived here every day of the last hundred or so years.
Once Jacob was settled in his room, I went to mine. I felt like an intruder as I stepped across the threshold. Everything was frozen in time. A four poster bed with faded floral coverlet and pillows stacked against the headboard. And leaning against those pillows was a pristine china doll.
I sat on that bed, next to that doll and tried to remember the things about this room that I had lost. The laugher and tears were muted now, lost forever behind the veil of the change. A price had been paid for my immortality and now I was staring it straight in the face. I wanted to cry, but the action that had come so easily the last week could not find me. So I stayed there on that bed, next to that doll, and I tried to remember how to remember.
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