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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


4. Puppet

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I entered my room to a livid Jane.

"Where have you been?" She snarled.

Her very look sent shudders down my back.

"I went . . . hunting," I said softly, hoping to calm her but her look scared me more. Her face went whiter and her nostrils flared.

"Not people, animals!" I hurriedly added, hoping to reassure her, but that was wrong too.

Her eyes narrowed.

My screams echoed through the castle. I rolled on the ground, writhing as the pain burned my head.

"JANE!" I screamed and the pain paused.

"You never leave this building again, you hear?" Her voice was cold and soft.

"Yes," I panted and she snarled. I screamed again and then was still.

"Especially to hunt ANIMALS," She spat at me and turned, her black cape billowing behind her.

The door slammed and I rocked back and forth.

This was definitely my prison.

Later in the day, around what I guessed was noon, I heard her footsteps long before she actually entered the room, without knocking.

"Come," she commanded.

I stood up quickly and followed her.

"Time to feed," she announced as we entered a room filled with humans.

I growled, but it wasn't at them. It was at Jane.

I fought with myself, little snarls erupting from my chest, but I couldn't control myself.

I killed three, and hated myself for it.

"Up," Jane commanded after she had had her fill.

I stood up, glaring at the ground.

Jane grabbed my chin and turned my head so she could stare into my eyes.

They matched my hair, a pure angry red, but the gold did not fade.

She smiled at me and I fell to the ground, trying not to scream. But they built up, and spilled out of my mouth like I had opened a flood gate.

Suddenly, the pain stopped.

"Where did you go?!" Jane snarled.

I had disappeared.

"Show yourself!" She screamed and a vampire behind her stepped forward.

A memory flooded me as I recognized the man.

I appeared immediately, launching myself at him.

My newfound strength conveniently pinned him against the wall.

"YOU!" I snarled menacingly.

"Hello, love."

I growled and rammed him harder against the wall.

"Miss me?" he smiled cruelly.

"Like the devil!" I shouted, hurting my ears.

"ENOUGH!" Jane shrieked and I was on the ground, burning with Jane's intense anger.

"Cne! Why does she REMEMBER?!"

"I--I don't----"

The girl was shrieking on the ground and I relaxed on the cool stone.

"Make her forget!"

And then I realized something. It was what the thing nagging me in the back of my mind had been trying to tell me.

My eyes widened.

They had erased my memory.

They were lying.

"Make it STRONG!" Jane hissed and as soon as I put two and two together, it all vanished.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.

I was vaguely aware of someone lifting me, and carrying me to my room, but nothing else.

After that day, never was there not a guard outside my door, that had powers to sense I was gone.

Demetri, they called him.

After that day, Cne would visit, talking with me while we relaxed, and every day when she left, I would feel strangely empty, like a shell.

Every day, I was a puppet.

And Jane was pulling the strings.