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.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN STEPHENIE'S CHARACTERS. I DO OWN THE ONES I CREATED THOUGH.
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After the cake, we all sat in the living room, listening to Alice, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett tell about where they had gone over the past year, and what new things they had hunted.
"Polar bear is SO good!" Emmett said, his eyes wide to stress the importance of this information.
Rosalie laughed beside him and agreed, "They are pretty good. I think Emmett likes fighting them better than actually eating them, though."
I laughed along with all the other vampires. I was so used to talking about hunting; it didn't bother me at all.
I yawned widely, and got up to go to bed, knowing without a doubt that Emmett would be up all night telling them all the pros of going polar bear hunting. That would mean more alone time for me. I thought of how normal teenagers would jump at the chance to have parties, but I was eager to work on my new horse; Jamba.
Ever since the Cullens had bought me one horse, I had refused to let them pay for anything else. I had trained and competed, and when I had outgrown my horse I had sold it for more money than I had bought it with. I would then proceed to buy a more expensive horse and compete on it, winning prize money to pay for the feed and bedding.
I still had the horse I had bought with my money after I had sold my first one, and I now had Jamba; a five-year old I had bought to train and sell. It was going well so far.
I had made it to my door and I twisted the handle softly, stepping into my room as the door fell away from the door-jam.
My room was drenched in shimmering moonlight, shining off my white-blonde hair as I pulled my clothes off and my pajamas on. The pajamas felt soft on my legs as I walked across the room.
I switched on the switch to my bathroom light, and squinted as the light blazed against the mirror. I turned on the cool water, washing my face and brushing my teeth. As I raised my face to towel it, I looked at my eyes in the mirror.
The water had stuck my lashed together as they rimmed my light green eyes with a darker, forest green around the outer edge.
The thing that about my eyes that usually got people's attention, is the fact that my green eyes had flecks of gold in the center.
I pressed my face into the soft towel, breathing in and out as my face dried.
I yawned, my mouth stretching wide, as I padded my way back to the bed. I hopped onto the bed and tucked my knees to my chin, watching through my window as the candles reflected off the river and glittered in the blackness.
I finally looked away from the lights and settled into bed, listening to the bells ringing as my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning was a Saturday. I didn't try to hide my excitement as I put on my breeches and a T-shirt, ready to spend my morning at the barn.
Jasper picked up my excitement and greeted me downstairs, smiling. As soon as he took in my breeches, he frowned.
"What?" I asked him, suspiciously.
"It's nothing, there's always tomorrow," Edward walked in, flashing a conniving smile my way.
I felt my eyes widen. "What are you guys talking about?" I was the confused one now.
"It's nothing," Jasper and Edward said in unison.
There was a few seconds silence as I stood frozen at the bottom stair, my hand on the banister. We stared at each other.
"You know I don't believe you," I pointed out.
"Oh, yes. That's why I'm not using my adept lying powers." Edward was still smiling mysteriously.
I frowned at him.
"Whatever," I dismissed them, bouncing down the last stair and out onto the back porch. My tennis shoes thudded dully against the wood as I descended those steps too, before making my way into the woods. If anyone besides the Cullens and my best friends Katie and Michelle had seen me walk into the forest with no obvious purpose, they would have marked me off as insane.
It had taken me a few tries, but I had been able to find my way to my little Xanadu, which was just my horses and I, working as one.
I recognized the unusual path winding through the trees that had been worn down from my constant shoes walking down the trail for the past three years. I could probably find the barn with my eyes closed by now.
I felt the usual happy memory as I broke through the group of trees and walked into the meadow.
The first time I had really let go of my old life and started my new one. The first time I had really loved since the car crash that was the death of my old life.
Every time I entered the meadow, my hair would glow slightly like the first time it had showed love. The pure white that made it flow around my face as if I was swimming in the water.
But not nearly as strong.
The horses nickered to me and I smiled.
"Hey babes!" I greeted them, debating on which one to ride first.
I saw the biggest horse in the barn, and the one I had had the longest, stick his head over the top of his stall, giving me a meaningful look.
"Captain! There's no competition," I laughed as I rubbed my hand all the way up his blaze of white that ran vertically up the center of his red face. I touched his ears then planted a kiss on his soft, pink nose.
I unlatched the door and held my hand against his muscular chest as he pushed eagerly, trying to shove past me.
"No," I murmured softly as I and deftly slipped his leather halter around his nose and behind his ears, one-handedly, while avoiding his huge feet the size of dinner plates.
I finally removed my other hand from his chest and moved to the left, so he could drag me along beside him to the cross-ties.
He had a little trouble turning his huge mass around in the cross-ties, but he managed, and I clipped him in, immediately grabbing a brush to run across his hard body. He flexed under the brush, lifting his foot eagerly.
"You are the biggest show-off I've met besides Emmett," I tried to scold him, but he turned his head to look at me innocently out of the corner of his eye and I laughed.
"You're the biggest show-off I've met besides Emmett," She laughed as she shook her head, sending her platinum blonde hair shimmering, despite the lack of light in the barn aisle.
Emmett . . . Why did I recognize that name?
I crouched lower in the bushes as the horse caught my scent and turned forward again, ears erect and nostrils flaring.
"What's wrong?" she asked, moving to the front of him to stroke his face with her long, slim fingers, drawing circles around his eyes, despite his head held high.
He quivered slightly under her touch, then calmed. . .
Suddenly Captain whipped his head around, staring towards the woods, nostrils quivering, eyes wide.
I trailed my hand along his side as I moved forward to rub circles around his eyes.
"What's wrong?" I murmured and he shook off the fear and drooped his head, turning back towards me. I smiled at him and continued to tack him up.
When I led him into the arena by the long reins, I was starting to get worried as he spooked at every little thing. Captain was the mellowest of my horses and I trusted him the most. We had the strongest bond and we could always depend on each other.
I led him to the mounting block but I even had more trouble mounting him than usual. I usually had a little trouble because he was huge and I had to stretch to get my foot in the stirrup, despite the mounting block. Today, it took me ten minutes to get my booted foot in the stirrup, and three minutes with one foot in the stirrup, leaning half-way over his back on my stomach as he skidded around, stirring up dust.
I finally steeled myself, and flung my leg over, ignoring his new fit of hysteria.
There was no way I was going to manage riding the other, spookier horses when obviously there was something upsetting them.
I had walked, trotted and cantered for forty-five minutes, but it made no difference. Okay, so he wasn't just feeling fresh, there was something out THERE. I looked out at the forest but nothing came jumping out at us. I had stopped the huge horse in the middle of the arena, and I had one hand on my hip, the other on my reins. We both were staring into the forest.
I had never felt scared in this little seclusion, with the fact that this was my little slice of heaven and I always felt very safe and secure here.
I shook my head and turned toward a little vertical, trotting the giant horse over it several times. It was so little and he so big, that he didn't even jump it; he just trotted back and forth over it obediently.
He seemed to be doing better so I rode some medium courses on him, just keeping it easy.
"Three stride outside line to a bending line in six, to the single oxer, to another single oxer, rollback to single. Got that, Cap?" I instructed to my horse. Speaking the course out-loud helped me remember it; I wasn't crazy.
He just rolled his eyes nervously as he watched the forest.
I gathered my reins up and turned him, picking up my left-lead. As we approached the jump he pricked his ears and forgot about the forest, picking his feet up eagerly as he flew over the first jump with ease that amazed me every time.
"One-Two-Three." I counted as he lifted up again and soared over. We turned the corner and I pulled up on my left rein, feeling him lift slightly as he changed his lead. His stride ate up the ground as we approached the second line, leaping so easily over the first jump that I had to pick up my hands to keep him from getting there too fast.
As we turned right after the second jump in the line, I saw something move in the brushes, and apparently, so did Captain. He jumped so suddenly right, that, since he was already leaning that way, his legs slipped out from under him and his two-thousand pound body crashed to the solid ground beneath.
Right before we collided with the hard ground that was a foot away from my face, I uttered, "Shoot."
Then a snapping sound reached my ears.
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