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A New Me

A new death,
and then . . .
A new me. I couldn't remember anything except Jane was wonderful and I was a vampire.

Lizzie's memory is wiped, and Jane tells her she used to have a family, but they are now dead.
Something in Lizzie's mind tugs as she rediscovers her powers, causing her hair to flair white. Jane is hiding something from her, and whenever Cne is around, something happens to her...
As Lizzie tries to discover what they're hiding, and what more, who her old self is, she also uncovers the love for her now dead family, and how honest and caring Jane REALLY is. Image and video hosting by TinyPic


12. Trust

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Lizzie's POV

The wolves were now faltering as they scattered. They have to give up soon, I thought, desperately hoping I wouldn't have to kill them.

Every time I saw the vampires behind me out of the corner of my eye, something happened inside me. Remembering? I didn't know, but once I thought I saw the man wince as the pain seared through my mind. I was teleporting every second, so my hair was obviously in tangles.

When I knocked the biggest wolf, the black one, off his feet the whole pack seemed to shudder. It was the one who had chased me here first.

"You've been warned," I whispered, my eyes flashing through my tangled mane of hair. The wolf regained his feet, then nodded, calling his pack to follow. They left the meadow.

I stood across the field, staring after them, as I pinned my hair into a bun, and put my contacts in. My clothes were also torn, so regretfully, I slipped my gray cloak on, before turning to the three vampires. I immediately felt pain, but ignored it. The man gripped the other twos' wrists, and murmured something in both their ears. They nodded mutely, as I approached cautiously.

"I'm Bella Cullen," the long-haired brunette stepped forward, pronouncing her name slowly as she watched my face. She wouldn't meet my eyes. I nodded silently and the two others introduced themselves the same way, and I summed up that this was Jane's doing. She was testing my loyalty.

Though I was not loyal, I didn't want to be destroyed, so I ignored the familiar names and faces. She was playing with my head. Jane wanted to see if I would flee as soon as I saw my 'family'. I wasn't stupid, and although my hair turned the bluish-gray, they would not know what it meant.

The Alice and Bella looked sorely disappointed and Edward looked frustrated. I saw the gold eyes and almost broke down sobbing. Still, my face remained neutral, but Edward looked like he knew exactly what I was thinking. He met my eyes when I thought this and my eyes narrowed. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes and blocked my mind watching carefully.

He just stared at me with . . . pity?

"Thank you for the help," I said cooly. I did not like pity.

"The Alpha destroyed the newborn," Alice said distantly. I nodded. "I'll let Jane know."

My cell phone appeared in my hand and they gazed at it.

Suddenly words bubbled from Bella's mouth. "Lizzie! Don't you remember?"

I closed my eyes as hard as I could and felt my cell phone crumble to dust. I tried to smooth my face and then eventually opened my eyes. Her face was hopeful. I stared at her coldly. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. That is not my name." I watched her face fall before she turned and buried her face in Edward's chest. I had no problem watching her hurt. After all, they were not my family. They were someone Jane hired. I had no one.

Besides, I was hurting much worse. They had no idea. "I'll tell Jane you wish her well---"

"NO!" Edward snarled. I didn't flinch, I only growled back.

"Watch yourself. Standing up to the Volturi is not the smartest thing to do." All their faces fell at that, like all hope was lost.

"We know," Alice said," Believe me. We know."

I returned to Italy, but to my own surprise, I obeyed the bronze-haired man, 'Edward' and did not speak of them to anyone.

I went to the throne room to Jane.

Upon my return to her, something unexplainable happened.

"The newborn is disposed of."

"Yes, Jane."

She raised her eyebrows. "Any problems?"

"Of course not, Jane."

And then, for the first time since I can remember, which isn't much, a triumphant smile appears on Jane's face.

"Excellent," she hissed and I bowed, to hide the smile creeping onto my face.

I had gained trust.