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A New Death

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





14. A New Death

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I screamed, trying to break through the silence that was slowly falling onto me, and suffocating me.

"Alice," I whimpered, opening my eyes to find myself hands and knees on the floor, my hair black, " Alice what did you see?"

My voice was hysterical and rising.

Alice's eyes turned blankly to me, wide and unseeing.

I whimpered again and felt Esme's cold arms wrap around me.

"Shhh..." She hummed in my ear as we all watched Alice, the splintered wood cracking under our feet.

Esme pulled me up, allowing me to lean back against her, as Edward appeared by my side, along with Jasper.

Edward wiped a tear away from my face, and Jasper touched me lightly, letting me calm, before leaping up to Alice.

"What did you see?"

Alice closed her glassy eyes, and when she opened them it seemed like she saw us for the first time.

"Jane," She whispered, "I saw Jane."

"The Volturi," I murmured. All hope was lost.

"No," Edward spoke now, his voice soft, "There has been a revolt. Aro has fallen, and Jane is leader."

I closed my eyes, tears leaking out of them.

"They are coming for us."

"Yes. Very soon. Jane is killing; adding to the guard. She will be ready."

I opened my eyes, and saw all of the faces of my family, worried out of their wits.

I knew what I had to do, and I disappeared.

I watched the faces light up in terrified recognition.

"She's gone!" was echoed throughout the house as I stepped out the door, and ran to the barn.

I appeared, just so Captain could see me, but I kept my mind blocked, tacking up quickly.

As soon as I mounted, I made Captain disappear as well, and we were off, galloping to my fate. The fate I knew I had been born for, but not to this extent.

I now realized, my fate not only involved the mythical creatures, but saving the family of the only good vampires that existed.

A sacrifice. But, that was love, wasn't it?

I galloped toward where the Cullens had met her once before in Forks.

The clearing. The clearing where they had fought the newborns.

Captain galloped wearily, as we passed through the trees. He had never been invisible before.

It took a few minutes, but I enjoyed my last moments as a human.

I got off Captain early and released him, urging him to go home. He obliged and flitted back into the depths of the trees.

I turned to the tinkling laugh, where Jane's ruby eyes greeted me.

"I see a horse, so I know that Lizzie must have made the same mistake Bella made, with James," her voice said laughingly.

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

I took a step forward and appeared beside her.

"I see."

I had never seen Jane's face so animated before, and couldn't help but mutter, "Glad to see you so happy, dearest Jane."

Her eyes hardened.

"That is only what Aro called me," she hissed, bristling.

"But you obviously didn't have a strong bond, if you killed him."

"Aro took flight and is on the run. Only Marcus is dead, because he pleaded for me to do what Aro would not." Surprisingly, her eyes softened.

"He was in too much pain. I couldn't leave him like that."

"You seem to enjoy being such a masochist. I didn't know you had a soft side," I told her wryly and she glared.

"I might have overthrown them, but they willingly obliged to ganging up on Aro. He was becoming the soft one, and it disgusted me."

I itched with curiosity, and she must have seen it, because she beckoned.

"Come, and if you're smart, I would hide your scent from the newborn."

I noticed the singular.

"Only one?"

"You'll see," Jane smiled as she said it and venom glittered on her teeth.

We broke through the trees, which had gradually thinned out into the clearing, and I felt my mouth drop open.

There in the clearing, stood a newborn vampire with red eyes and blonde hair. She had been staring at the ground, but she raised her face slowly, smiling sinisterly at me.


"The one and only," She replied, emotion flitting across her face before she masked it, "Surprised you remembered."

"How did you change so fast?"

Jane interjected, obviously annoyed that she wasn't dictating the conversation -- if you could call it that.

"I transformed Cne in a special way, but don't worry, I'm going to make you suffer." She grinned like she was doing me a favor.

"Cne's power, is the power to stimulate, restrain, or completely obliterate memory. It will be very handy in making you a bloodthirsty killer. She thinks it's because she moved so often, everyone forgot about her...never remembered. But as long as it helps MY plan, I don't mind. As long as you are my weapon." Jane tilted her head to the side, her grin getting bigger.

I shuddered. I was fearing the conversation and introductions were coming to an end.

As well was the end of my life.

"Of course, I'll have her let you remember what vampires are, and inject a memory of you admiring the Volturi to make things easier, but when you wake up, there will be nothing holding you back."

Jane clasped her hands together in joy.

"Now, let us continue. Cne, you will leave, I am not risking anything on her."

Jane approached me and smiled.

"Goodbye, Lizzie."

I didn't try to move. I sat carefully upon the ground, my hair black, and scooped over my shoulder.

"Please don't tear my throat out," I asked calmly and Jane bowed her head mockingly.

The teeth sank in and I couldn't help but laugh as I remembered the day Carlisle poured alcohol in the wounds on my legs. It felt like a warm, comforting blanket compared to the fire leaping through my body now.

All I could do as I fought to stay awake, was remember the love I felt for my family, and hoped to the heavens that the strength of that love, would carry me through the pain and protect my mind from the blankness I could feel filling it.

My hair glowing white was the last thing I saw before the darkness relieved me of the fire . . . for now.

I hoped and clung to the thread of love that kept my mind tied to my recollections.

Slowly it was wearing, and all I could do was hope that it was enough.

Then the tie broke, and I almost felt the fire and hot, angry red, burn in my eyes.

The eyes of a vicious newborn.

And all that I knew, was blood.