So guys, I know I haven't even finished my first story Delicious Mistake, or even updated it in a while(my sincere apologies), but this story line has been buzzing in my head over and over. Keep in mind, it might have some graphic description of her rape later on, and lemons later, which means "All that Jazz", will come into play. I hope you guys enjoy it, and if not let me know why! It takes place post Breaking Dawn, and one of its main characters (Bella's sister), is a new character that I've created purely out of my imagination. Her name is Elizabeth Isa Swan, but she prefers Liza most of the time, which is pronounced "Lie-Za".All other aspects belong to the very talented Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 1

BPov

As the rain drizzled endlessly outside as usual, and the gray sky began darkening with the ending of another evening, Edward and I were laid back on the couch, wrapped up in each others arms. Our daughter Renesmee was upstairs in her room, drawing and humming to herself with her lovely melodic voice. Carlisle, Jasper, Emmett, and his mate Rosalie had all gone on a short hunting trip and weren't expected back until after midnight. Esme was positioned across the room in the love seat with Alice; who was expressing her inner monologue on what Edward and I both should wear on our date next Sunday, which happened to be our 1 year anniversary. That meant it had been one year since Edward and I had become happily married; eleven months since I found out I was pregnant with Renesmee; and six months since she had been ripped out of my body, and I had been changed into a newborn.

Carlisle said I had been doing very well with becoming a newborn. He guessed that since I had been around them all for so long before being turned, that I had mentally prepared myself for the experience. After observing how the Cullen's had handled their daily life, along with being around me, I had picked up a lot of helpful tips to guide me through the first year of running on instincts only. To be honest I had been scared that I wouldn't be myself, that everything would be turned to blood in my mind and that I would run around massacring whole towns. At least it hadn't happened yet.

"Bella? Are you even listening to me?" Alice's whiny voice called out to me, drawing me from my thoughts. "Do you realize how important this is? You two haven't even decided what you'll be doing to celebrate it yet!" she exclaimed while throwing her hands up in the air and pacing. "I mean, it's not like you can just walk into a restaurant, eat, and go outside later to puke it up. How romantic would that be?"

"Alice." Esme chastised. Pulling Alice down to sit by her again, and running her hands through her hair in an effort to calm her. "You need to respect that not every couple likes what you like or fancy. I'm sure Edward and Bella have their own idea of what they want to do for their anniversary, and if that's going to a restaurant than let them be."

I sent Esme an appreciative look, as I'm sure Edward did too. I turned to him, and quirked an eyebrow in question. "What were you planning?"

"Anything or nothing at all; whatever you wish Bella." He said while pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. I smiled happily; thankful that he understood what I wanted.

"Nothing to bad. How about we just go on a solo hunt, just you and me? Maybe we could swim out in the ravine for awhile."

Edward smirked at what I was implying. "Sounds perfect, love." He said as he placed a chaste kiss on my lips. I giggled and turned to Alice, smiling widely. She simply rolled her eyes and huffed.

Liza's Pov

Elizabeth. Isa. Swan.

I stared at the beautiful calligraphy that spelled out my name on the birth certificate. Its meaning is promise keeping and strong willed. When I see the last name I can't help but think of the ones who share it with me. Do they even remember me? After all these years, I highly doubt it. Ten years; to be exact. Ten fucking years, one whole decade, since that terrible day that destroyed me, the following six were even worst.

Suddenly, a drop of moisture splattered on the page, magnifying the 'I'. I reached up and brushed back the tears that had spilled over without my consent.

"Ma'am?" the lady in the black skirt suit looks at me with pity in her eyes which angers me. "Are you ready to return home at last?" she says in a soft voice that one would use to speak to a small child. Cut the bullshit. I'm eighteen, I think to myself.

You see, I've spent the last 8 months at an abuse agency. They were counseling me and preparing me to get ready to come home again. The past nine years and four months I've been held captive, to a vicious man(if you can call him such) with no heart. Raped and beaten, and treated with as much respect as a dog. I'm not even sure that my family knows I'm alive. I was brought here once they finally found me. It happened that one fateful day when I was eight.

Flashback

"Bells, Liza, get down here, or you'll be late for school!" Daddy yelled from downstairs. I looked over at my sister (we shared a room) who was still slowly waking and grumbling her protests of getting up early. I giggled, "Come on sleepy head! Principal Smith will kill you if you're late again!"

"Okay, okay, shut up already." She ordered. I hated when she did that. We were only three years apart, and she thought since she was a double digit that she could tell me what to do. I was eight and she was eleven! I quickly grabbed my things and rushed downstairs to get something to eat before the bus got here. I slurped my cereal quickly, and Bella walked down the stairs.

"Really? Do you always have to make annoying noises?" she rolled her eyes at me.

"At least it's not as annoying as your face!" I teased back. Bells hummed to herself as she got her things together.

"You tell yourself that sis." she replied.

"Must you always go back and forth like that?" Daddy asked with his eyebrows so high his forehead became all crinkly. I giggled at the funny face he made.

"Bye, Dad. We have to hurry to school." I exclaimed after I had put my dishes in the sink and started following after my sissy to catch the bus.

"Give me a hug before you go, Kid." He said, and I shrugged out of his grasp, embarrassed that the other kids my see. He sighed and said "Okay, off you go."

That day as we walked home since Charlie was most likely still at work. It was already slightly dark due to the time change and it being winter. To be honest I was kind of scared of the darkness, but I had sissy beside me so I didn't say anything just in case she would think I was a little kid again.

We were still about ten minutes away when I could've sworn I heard someone behind us. I turned sharply, and gasped, grabbing Bella's hand.

"Jeez! It's probably only someone walking out of one of those shops across the street, calm down." She laughed. My hands were shaking and I accidently dropped my bag, causing everything to ricochet across the sidewalk. "Really Liza? You're so clumsy." She exclaimed as she kneeled down with me to help pick everything up. When I looked up someone's shadow was covering us. I whimpered, when I noticed how tall he was. We both stood up and Bella held on tightly to my hand protectively.

Whoever he was, he inhaled real deeply through his nose and smirked with an evil glint in his eyes. He kneeled down in front of us and we both gasped when we discovered the color of his eyes. They were narrowed at us and were bright crimson, which was slowly swirling, gradually pitch black. I felt like I could see straight into his soul, and I strongly disliked what I saw there. There was an unknown emotion hidden behind them, and it was giving me the creeps.

He inhaled once more and his dark orbs turned to me and a raw growl filtered from deep in his chest. "You smell like lavender and roses, sweet one." His deep voice frightened me and I took a small step back. As soon as I did that his hand was suddenly wrapped around my fragile wrist painfully tight. I cried out in surprise and pain.

"Let. Go. Of. Her." My big sister cried with a slight stutter from her fear.

Without even glancing at her, he pushed her back so hard she flew back a few feet. Landing with a thud but saying nothing, still as a statue. "Bella!" I tried to turn towards her, before I was yanked back by the steel grip on my arm.

"Now, now, we cant have you getting away from me now can we?" he asked softly, almost sickly sweet. "Your coming with me, little one." I cringed and heard Isabella grunt behind me.

"Let her go, you monster." She slurred. I was suddenly released from his grasp. I turned to find him lying with Bella pinned underneath him. He was stroking her face roughly.

"Oh? Would you rather come with me, child? I assure you I have room for two at my home, and I am a little thirsty." He told her.

She was shaking underneath him and tears were falling unmercilessly from both of our eyes. "N…no. Please not me. I'll do anything. Take her!" She begged pathetically. My heart stopped when she begged with him. She would rather sacrifice me than be taken by him?

He smirked and mumbled something along the lines of "thought so" and stood, he had me pulled onto his back within a millisecond. "Time to go, love." He said as he carried me away at a surprising speed, and the sounds of Bella's sobbing slowly faded away.

Flashback

I looked down and noticed the corners of the birth certificate in my hands beginning to crumble and burn. I sighed and struggled to gain control of my gift before I destroyed my proof of belonging to Charlie and Renee Swan.

"Yes, where to?" I asked the woman calmly.

"Follow me dear." She replied and turned on her 3 inch pumps and started clicking down the hall expecting me to follow immediately. As I did.

Once we got situated in the car, I started wringing my hands desperately nervous. She turned from the passenger seat to look at me in the back. I swallowed and looked out the window. "What if…what if he doesn't believe me? Or remember me for that matter." I asked in a broken whisper.

I felt someone grab my hand and squeeze. "I know you've been quite a lot." Damn right. "But you're their daughter. They could never forget you! After you turned up missing, they never gave up looking for you. And if they don't believe you, that right there in your hands is your proof." She nodded to my lap, indicating a copy of my birth certificate.

I sighed. "Thanks. Anything else?" I asked in a bored tone.

"One thing actually. You see, several years ago, Charlie and Renee declared a break. The search and everything else was getting in between them. Too many…complications, you know? Well, a couple months later Renee asked for a, er, divorce." She bit her lip and looked at me with worry in her eyes afraid I might break like a china doll or something. Least of my worries, bitch, I thought to myself. I'd been through so much pain I felt like I didn't know how to hold myself together anymore. But I finally learned how to sew myself together again; even if it left me bitter.

"I'm fine, Trish. So you can turn around in your seat now and mind your own god damn business mmkay?" I snapped at her. She nodded and did as told; she was probably used to this kind of thing.

"You might also want to know a little more about your sister..." she stated. My muscles clenched at the mention of my sister. I wasn't sure yet of how to feel towards her. On the one hand I missed her dearly. On the other, I was extremely torn and destroyed that she would save herself like she had. i know that it's selfish to think that way, I'm not ignorant of that fact, but it was a difficult thing to accept.

"She's married now; with a child even!" she says.

"A child?" I ponder this for a moment and find it strange. I have to remind myself: 10 years. A whole decade has past. I'm sure much more has changed than I realize. Which makes me curious.

"Oh, I've never met them, but I have seen pictures. She's the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen! She can't be but 2 years old, but I swear she could be 5, for how tall she is. They named her Renesmee. Odd name, can't say I would use it...but to each their own I guess!" she giggled. Obviously, she must like children.

A neice. A neice. A neice. Could this really have happened?

"We're here Trish." The man behind the wheel said as he pulled up into a driveway. I looked out the window and gasped at how familiar it all looked.

Before us was a moderately sized, homely white house. Candles burned in several windows, and a police car was parked in the driveway beside us. It was two storied, but not overly large. From the small dark wooden door, to the vines crawling up to the second story windows, to all brought back bittersweet memories. I squashed out those feelings though, and forced myself not to let tears spring forward.

"Lets do this then." I replied while stepping out.

Thank you for reading guys! I hope you liked and please leave me some reviews, good or bad, all are appreciated! The next few chapters will touch up on her horrific experiences in the past. Such as what happened to her, who the mysterious vampire was, and she will soon come to meet Bella again. So if your confused, don't worry, your supposed to be:) And yes, this chapter is short, but that is because it's more of a Prologue. The others will end up longer, promise. There might also be quite a few flashbacks, to help better tell her past. And this is of course a Jasper fic, since he happens to be the sexiest fictional character ever;) Leave me some love!

~Kate3 P.S. I'm terribly sorry to the DeliciousMistake readers, I am working on the next chapter, but I will be writing this story at the same time. I know this will upset some people, but I'm writing for my enjoyment-80% and your enjoyment-20%! Hope you understand.