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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


3. Suspisions

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Present Time Lizzie's POV

We entered a castle after we got out of the car, pulling cloaks on. There were many vampires.

Except one.

"Gianna," Jane acknowledged the person but the word was barely out of her mouth before the scent hit me.

Gianna was dead as I drank while Jane watched on, a slow grin creeping up her face.

Cne moved forward, driven crazy by the smell of blood but I was too fast for her, sending her to the other side of the room, snarling at her before I was again lured to the blood.

"Very good," Jane praised.

I snarled at her when she moved towards my food and she raised an eyebrow.

I ducked my head submissively, knowing I had crossed an invisible line.


She left me in the hall to finish in peace.

I stood up and immediately my body felt more comfortable than I had ever remembered.

I blinked and smiled.

I didn't know I had been hurting that badly while it was happening, because I had never remembered feeling more comfortable than the fire.

The transformation was complete, and I had already filled myself with blood, so I was set to go to my room.

That night I wept tearless sobs.

I had killed.

I pictured a blonde-haired, gorgeous man looking down sadly at me.

"I'm sorry!" I sobbed quietly to the angel.

I couldn't sleep.

I tossed and turned, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sleep.

So I turned invisible, and wandered.

I walked straight through the wall of the castle-like building, and right through the wall of the city of Volterra.

Into the forest.

I watched the moonlight spill across the grass as smooth and white as milk, lapping gently at the blades of grass.

I smelled something delicious, but not as delicious as before.

Following it, I muted my footsteps.

There, in a clearing where the beautiful trees broke away, was a buck.

It didn't give the slightest indication it knew I was there, so I pounced.

It died painlessly.

I drained it's blood, then continued on my stroll.

I smelled more animal blood, and I followed it, eager to hunt.

Before I knew it, I was standing in the back of a small farm outside the city gates.

The animal I smelled there, was a large, chestnut horse.

I crept up to it, and reached out.

Surprising myself, I stroked it's neck with my cool fingers.

She turned and nickered to me, and I smiled weakly.

I told her how I killed a person, and how my father was so disappointed, and how my family dead, but most of all, I told her of how there was something that harried me. But it stayed in the shadows so I couldn't tell what it was. It attacked my mind every time something suspicious happened to me.

Telling me not to believe.

I wanted to listen, but I couldn't trust myself, because it was another part of my own mind that would plant false ideas in my head.

I was having a war inside myself.

But what side was I on?

The horse gave me no answers, and so I walked on, after kissing it's smooth neck and restraining myself from sinking my teeth in.

I caught two does, before turning and sprinting home, to the castle.

To what I summarized was my prison.