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A New Death

Summary:
SECOND IN THE FATE'S COURSE SERIES! Three years later. . . Lizzie is now in high school. She's been living her new life for three years now. She's sixteen and just living each day, not looking towards the future, and what it holds; her death.
As she struggles to live out her last year as a human, she meets new friends and discovers new secrets.
I, EdwardBiteMePlz, am the narrarator to this girl's new life, and death. From thirteen to sixteen, Lizzie will finally choose her fate, but is it already chosen for her? By a vampire family far more powerful than the Cullens? They say she could take out the Volturi's guard single-handedly, and Aro knows it. He's not going to let the Cullens keep Lizzie without a fight. Image and video hosting by TinyPic


Notes:
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN STEPHENIE'S CHARACTERS. I DO OWN THE ONES I CREATED THOUGH.


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1. Sweet Sixteen

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Three years later




We were gathered around the big 'dining table' that no one used, not even me. Sitting at the enormous table eating by myself had never been a welcome idea so I always sat at the small table in the kitchen when I ate. There was a big birthday cake sitting in the center of the Cullens' table; candles flickering cheerily.


I was a sophomore and I was sixteen.



They had just finished my birthday song, and now they were watching anxiously as I blew out the twinkling flames. They all cheered and I made the candles vanish and reappear in the trash-can in the kitchen.


I looked around the room, and remembered the yard and barn. Alice had really outdone herself, which was pretty hard to do, even if it was her personal goal.


While I had been out riding one of my horses at the barn the Cullens had built for me themselves, Alice had managed to wrap everything vertical within a mile radius of the house in twinkling gold lights and hang thousands of tiny silver bells from the branches of the trees, that dinged softly when the wind swept through the beautiful forest.


Also, I just noticed as I looked through the back of the house, which was made completely of glass; Alice had put floating candles on the river that reflected off the water, which was smooth like dark glass and now lay dormant. It made me wonder if she had put a temporary dam in the river and seeing what she had done so far, I wouldn't completely rule it out . . .


Edward chuckled.


Did she? I asked in my head and he shrugged.


"Come on, I'm hungary!" Emmett complained and I laughed.


"You're gonna eat cake?" I raised my eyebrow and he looked indignant. " I just thought you once told me you were allergic..." I mumbled, trying not to grin.


He chuckled throatily.


I made a chunk of the cake appear on Emmett's plate, and then a much smaller one on mine.


"Eat up," I ordered, grinning widely.


Emmett dug his fork in, and popped the entire piece in his mouth, while the other vampires watched on with faces of amusement and disgust.


I made another appear on his plate and Edward roared with laughter, while everyone but me looked at him like he was insane. He just shook his head, eyes shining as he winked at me.


Emmett ate, piece after piece, a piece of cake appearing on his plate every-time, just as big as the last, but he was making no sign of a dent in the cake.


"I dunno why you complain about this, Edward. My stomach feels fine," Emmett mumbled through his tenth piece.


"Should I leave it this time?" I asked Edward.


"Oh, yes," Edward smiled impishly, "He doesn't know why I complain about it yet because it's never touched his stomach."


"Wha you talking 'bout?" Emmett exclaimed furiously, having trouble swallowing the cake and demanding an explanation at the same time.


"Well, Emmett, the cake hasn't reached your stomach because every time you swallow, I take it and put it back on your plate. You never really ate the cake till now. That must be why you're looking sick," I observed, as he stiffened in his seat and his mouth tightened.


I barely finished my sentence before he was out the door.


There was a second of silence and then laughter pressed in on me from every direction. I laughed too, but felt slightly bad for Emmett, being the victim of all of my jokes. Edward caught my eye and shook his head still smiling. I guess Emmett DID deserve it, and it had been awhile since I'd seen him.


Alice and Jasper, and Emmett and Rosalie had supposedly gotten married and moved away, so to avoid being seen, they had been vacationing around the world for the past year and a-half; stopping by the house occasionally, but not enough for me not to miss them. Since Bella was supposed to be dead, Edward was the only one allowed to pick me up from school, (I didn't have a car yet) and so I had become way closer to Edward during the car-rides to and from places when I ran my errands and went to school.


I didn't date. I didn't want to put a poor guy through Edward's interrogations and Emmett's threats; it was just horrible. I decided to put off on that.


"Till when?" Edward would ask, "Till you're dead and bloodthirsty? What a fabulous time to start dating."


"Well, if you weren't so PROTECTIVE, maybe I would!" I would always retort.


"If just want to keep you safe."


"Yeah, because I OBVIOUSLY can't handle THAT on my own."


My powers could protect me, and he knew it, but he never budged.


The conversations always turned out the same, so I refused every boy, not wanting to subject them to questioning with an over-protective, mind-reading vampire.


I was brought back to the present as Edward tapped me on the shoulder.


"Want some more cake?" he asked, his eyes burning into my eyes which really wasn't necessary for asking questions about cake.


"No thanks," I mumbled but in my head I added, ' Stop it mind-reader! Get out of my head!'


I blocked my thoughts from him and he frowned at me.


"I'm okay," Emmett announced wearily as he made his way back into the 'dining room', a look of terror on his face.


"Oh, yeah and Emmett?" He turned to me.


"What?"


"Welcome home," I gave him a wicked smile and he groaned.