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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


6. Mission

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It took awhile to gain Jane's trust, but I managed.

I didn't act like I couldn't remember yesterday, it did no good. But I couldn't remember my past life, no, the only memory that burdened me there was the one were I killed my family.

But Cne was not disposed of as Jane had promised. Cne was a huge use to the Volturi . . . us. I hated to refer to myself as one of them but it was true.

Cne erased the memory of the newborns that were useful for us, the ones with powers. A chosen vampire would go on missions to dispose of nuisances that threatened our unobtrusive existence.

I had not been chosen to kill yet. Except for my family.


But their influences upon me were not.

I studied the memory carefully, no matter how much it hurt, soaking up useful and gut-wrenching information.

For example, the angel that had frowned upon me after my first kill, was really my father.

That pained me. A lot.

The gold eyes they all shared, showed their diet . . . marked something I had stumbled upon also before the memory . . . feeding on animals.

"Lizzie," Jane carelessly addressed me one day in the throne room as I returned from the hunt. I stiffened, knowing as casual as her voice sounded, you could never trust Jane.

"Yes?" I turned to look at her but she avoided my eyes. She always had, and she had punished me for something I could not control. The fact that there were ALWAYS gold flecks in my eyes, even when I had fed on humans.

"I need you."

"Yes, Jane," I said, and turned away from the door, gliding to the center of the gray stoney room as the other vampires filtered out.

Her eyes were bright red; she was always in a good mood after feeding.

Sure enough, the faint perfume of human blood was in her breath as she spoke.

"There is a newborn, in Canada and parts of Alaska, with no use to us and is stirring up trouble. I'm only guessing it's a newborn, it could just be a suicidal vampire."

"Those are hard to come by," I murmured, raising an eyebrow, "I've never heard of a suicidal vampire."

"No, I suppose you haven't, Jane smirked and I growled. My hair was darkening fast and Jane took that as a caution sign, easing up slightly and returning to business.

"I need you to find the cause of the trouble, and take care of it," She said briskly, handing me a newspaper that announced a mass number of killings.

"Denali. Now go." She turned and I was dismissed, dancing out of the room while my gray cape billowed out behind me.

I didn't need to pick up anything, being a vampire was so convenient. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to but it seemed easier than being human.

I was on the private jet and flying to Whitehorse, Canada, even though the killings were in Alaska, in no time at all.

I prowled out of the plane, not knowing what to expect.

I had never seen the sun before, I had only hunted at night.

The warm, glowing orb was amazing.

It warmed my cloak, and I longed to show my skin and let it warm that to, but I walked on, remembering many vampires' words of caution.

I hated the contacts I had in. Jane had insisted on masking my gold eyes with green contacts, and the result was an oddly light color of brown, with my OWN natural gold shining through. Nothing could mask them.

I chuckled, remembering Jane's aghast face when I sent her a picture of my eyes to her on my webcam, right after the jet had taken off.

"Are you sure they're on right?" she had asked, exasperated.

I had nodded vigorously and she had sighed.

"I expect to see you in Italy soon."

"Yes, Jane."

Now, I was prowling through the forest, masking my scent, and making me appear as human as possible.

I heard the vampire before I saw it. Sitting in a clearing, completely vulnerable. Foolish. Wouldn't they know they were being hunted?

I was on top of the pale, hard skinned girl before she could hear me.

"Foolish," I whispered and she screamed.

"It's not me! It is not!"

Her long brunette hair fell to her back in soft waves and she reminded me somewhat of Heidi.

"You're lying," I smiled, as she thrashed.

I was enjoying this like Jane would. I shuddered and regained myself.

"She is not," A clear voice rang out, and a blonde haired vampire strutted into the clearing. A male and female, obviously mates, followed behind her, with narrowed eyes.

"My head was dipped low, my hair swept over one shoulder, from where I had whispered in her ear but I now raised it slowly, into the faces of the three others.

I was outnumbered.

But it didn't matter. I had done it before and I would do it again.