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***A Second Chance At Love***

Prologue:
EPOV-

Bella was gone. I couldn't save her. She had lost too much blood, and her heart just gave out. She didn't even get to see the thing she had given her life for - Reneesme, our daughter. As much as I had wanted to die, I could not. Each time I look into my daughter's eyes, I see her mother; and I have to live. For her. The question now is: how long will we live? The Volturi are coming, and we have no hope….

Chapter 1 – Life sucks….especially if it never ends

EPOV-

It was nearly seven o'clock in the morning, the normal time Nessie woke up. I smiled to myself as I went to find in who was holding her this morning. As I walked into the living room, I looked out the window, and noticed the sky was dark and rainy. A great day to play baseball. Baseball...I haven't thought of that for a while. It seems like decades since an innocent game of baseball started my family down the road it was now on. I shoved those thoughts out of my head and headed straight for my daughter. As I got closer, I saw that it was Alice's turn for "Nessie duty," the only "chore" my siblings actually fight over. Esme had to make a chart, or Rose and Alice would have actually come to blows. My own daughter, and I have to schedule time to hold her; absolutely remarkable. I honestly think my family loves her more than they love me. In the three months of her life, she hasn't slept in a bed yet; which is a pretty remarkable feat, considering the fact that she looks like a 3 year old. Alice looked up at my approach, and was ready to hand my little girl to me. The one thing they didn't fight over was the fact that I should to be the first thing she saw each morning. She was so like her mother in the morning, rubbing the sleep out of those big beautiful chocolate brown eyes. It made the pain of missing Bella return, but I knew the only way to return to some semblance of a life, was to keep living. For Nessie. It seemed that each day, the pain was a little less than the day before. Don't get me wrong, I loved Bella – and I would always love Bella; but I knew I couldn't spend my life mourning my loss, especially when Nessie needed me. I was so lost in my thoughts that I paid little attention to Alice, who wordlessly handed my daughter to me, and walked out of the room. Normally, Alice stays around, talking my ear off about what we were going to do today, so this behavior registered as a little odd. Oh well…maybe she's still trying to find Irina. Not that it will do any good. Nessie yawned, and stretched, then opened her eyes and smiled, pushing even Alice out of my mind. After a while, the normal daily routine started up. Emmett and Rosalie came downstairs, and played with Nessie. Jasper, Seth (the werewolf who had imprinted on my daughter…I don't think I'll ever get used to that) and Carlisle came into the living room to discuss a trip we were planning to South America. Alice and Esme were in the kitchen, arranging flower vases. I looked up as Alice darted back through the kitchen and stood in front of me.

"Edward." she said, and that was all she needed to say. I saw everything she had seen…and it wasn't good. She found Irina alright, but she was not alone. She was with the Volturi, leading them here.

"Esme! Carlisle! Seth! Jasper! Rose!" In two seconds my family was standing in front of me, waiting - not so patiently - for the reason I called them over. "Irina…Alice found her. She went to the Volturi. They're coming here, and they do not look happy."

"What could they want? What have we done?" Rose asked.

I looked pointedly at Nessie. "Think about what Irina saw…that day Seth, Nessie, and I were hunting in the meadow. She only saw us from a distance. She didn't wait to get an explanation. She didn't stop to ask questions. What do you think…?" I paused. I didn't want my daughter to think she was the cause of our anxiety. All of the family gasped, realizing what I was getting at.

Irina thought Nessie was an immortal child. A child turned into a vampire while still very young. They were uncontrollable, which is why they were deemed "illegal" by the Volturi. The punishment for breaking this law was death. Irina knew this all too well. She and her sisters, Tanya and Kate, lost their mother because an immortal child their mother had created. They had no idea, and that innocence was the only thing that spared their lives. Aro saw that they truly had no idea what their mother had done, but they still were forced to watch their mother's death. Something like that would scar a person for life.

"What will we do?" Esme asked worriedly.

"Maybe we can get the Volturi to listen. Maybe they will see reason." Carlisle was the first to speak. "We will need friends to come help us. To witness for us, that…" Carlisle looked first at my daughter then at me. I shook my head ever so slightly. "That we have not done what they think we have done. Edward, we need to call Tanya. We'll need their help. Irina is their sister."

I shivered. Great...just what I don't need right now. Rose's head snapped up. "Aren't they still trying to work thru Annalise and her rebellion? Doesn't that shows that Tanya's not gonna be great back up...Like you said, Irina is her sister. What if Tanya sides with Irina?" I grinned; Rose was trying to help me...for once.

"No, we need her, she is strong and stubborn, and." Carlisle looked at me with something close to pity in his eyes. "We all know that she will do anything for Edward."

I shivered again. Emmett snickered and I looked up to glare at him. The call to Tanya was pretty short and to the point. Irina had been here, she's gotten herself and us in a lot of trouble. Can you come down and help us out; we'll explain when you get here.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Carlisle turned back to us. "We're gonna need more help. I'll go to Europe. I'll start with Siobhan and her coven. That would be four more. Maybe I can find Alistair. Esme, you go down the East coast. Find anyone that you can, and ask them to come. Emmettt, you start in Ohio and work your way west. Rose, you stay here with Edward and help convince those that show up to witness for us. Jasper…" But Carlisle never finished his sentence. We all looked up and for the first time noticed that Alice and Jasper were gone...

LPOV-

Less than 24 hours after receiving the urgent call from Carlisle, the Cullen home was coming into view. As Tanya drove her silver Lexus 400h up the three mile long driveway, I grinned, remembering how badly she had wanted a silver Volvo, because that was the car Edward drove; but for some reason, no one had what she was looking for. I called Edward later that day to tell him about it, and found out, he had bribed every dealership and not just Volvo dealerships…every dealership within 100 miles, to tell her that they didn't have any! I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. If I had been human, I would have been crying, it was that funny. For as long as I've been with Tanya, she's been in love with Edward. The only problem is that he doesn't feel that way about her. In fact, he ended up marrying a human. Tanya was a little miffed at that, but what could she do? You really couldn't blame him. Bella was a beauty. We came down from Alaska for the wedding. Tanya was nice to Bella, but those of us who knew her better, knew that Tanya was just waiting till the "excitement" wore off. She wasn't going to give up on Edward yet. But Edward doesn't have any luck in love apparently. Three months ago, Bella died, leaving Edward alone. They had been married for less than two months. Let me tell you, it took all four of us, Eleazar, Carmen, Kate, and me to keep Tanya in Alaska. The last thing he needed was her "comforting" him. Tanya's ideas of comfort would not in the least bit be actually comforting. Unless of course all he wanted was a bed partner…Sick! That was not an image I wanted in my head. Just then I heard Kate laugh.

"What?" I asked kind of confused. I had no idea what she would find so funny.

"Oh nothing, just your facial expressions. What in the world are you thinking about?"

I grinned, "Well, just remembering Tanya's problem finding a silver Volvo…"

Kate laughed, and then turned serious. "Lise!"

My head snapped front. I quickly turned the wheel and slammed on the brakes to avoid the upcoming collision with Tanya's Lexus; then turned to glare at Kate. She knows I hate being called "Lise".

She laughed, "Sorry! I know you hate being called 'Lise' but it just came out….really. Sorry Anna" she said as she rolled her eyes. Tanya leaped out of her car and jumped towards mine.

"Here we go... You know she'll have had your head for that."

"It's the other way around. She touches me and she knows what will happen." I looked into my windshield. I knew exactly what Tanya is thinking. I ripped off my seat belt and swung the door open. "Do it Tanya, I dare you." Her hands were clenched and I just knew she wanted to rip my baby apart.

Kate got out of the car and walked over to Tanya and put her arm around her. She muttered something and Tanya quickly nodded. Kate looked back at me and winked. She led Tanya to the door and met Rosalie.

I shut my door and slid my hand across the hood of my jet black Ferrari 612 Scaglietti. "I'm sorry baby; I would never make you hit that nasty Lexus on purpose." I waited for a sharp comment from Tanya, but it never came. That's because Edward was standing in the doorway of the great white house. Tanya never did exaggerate about him, he was gorgeous! He's the type of gorgeous, you just don't get over…Tanya still hadn't. I snickered quietly. Poor Edward, I wonder how much he begged Carlisle to not let Tanya come to Forks. Bet he wished it was just me, Kate, Eleazar, and Carmen. But no, as much as I hated to admit it, we needed Tanya. I hurried inside but kept my distance from the "couple". I had cause Tanya enough stress in the last couple of months, having just come back from a year long teenage-type rebellion/rampage that, in hindsight, may not have been my best idea. So, getting under Tanya's skin by making comments about her and Edward would not be the way to go…for me. Kate was free to make all the comments she wanted, but me….

-Flashback: six months ago-

The night was cold, refreshing. The wind on my face felt like it has never before. I didn't want to take my car; Tanya would find me in an instant, stupid GPS device... Ugh! I felt bad about leaving my baby and all, but I needed to run, to get away, and fast. All the talk about Edward was driving me insane! He doesn't even feel the same, geez woman! Just get over it, move on. There I go again, thinking about her... I laughed to myself. I guess the way I treat Tanya seems like I hate her, but I don't, not at all. She's like a sister to me. She saved my life a little over 9 years ago. Darn senior trip! Whose idea was it to go to Alaska for a senior trip? Don't most people go to like Disneyland or the Bahamas? And who goes hiking up a mountain with in the middle of an Alaska spring? Do you know what Alaska is like in the spring? It's freakin' cold!!! There was snow still all over the ground! Crazy teachers! Don't get me wrong, I like hiking and nature, I live in Utah…about two hours drive from three or four National Parks. I spent most of my weekends camping and hiking, but I don't like being the middle of the woods, with no protection against the dangerous animals. Anyway, I remembered wanting to fit in with the other girls so badly; so when the head cheerleader, Samantha Price said, "Anna, you can be in our tent... if you go get a picture with a black bear cub." I was stoked! They were finally accepting me. At least, that's what I thought anyway. You would have thought I would know better, and in fact I did; black bears are killers, especially when protecting their young; however, the desire to fit in and be accepted overruled common sense, so I ended up learning the hard way. Later that afternoon I snuck away during the two hour break for lunch and rest, I figured I'd be back again in time. Wrong! Yeah, I got the picture and all, but it came with a price. My life. The mother bear came from nowhere, pinning me to the ground, tearing me apart. I remember the blood, and screams. I guess Tanya heard, and smelled what was going on. The next thing I knew, it was three days later, and I was, reading the Aurora Chronicle obituaries, laughing to myself. My "accident" had been reported as a bear attack. The only thing they found was my camera, and ripped up backpack. I was now a vampire and a part of Tanya's coven. I guess I should be thankful, but I know that my parents will never forgive themselves for letting me go, my mom was hesitant enough.

The guilt shot back through me, I clenched my fist and tried to focus on what everyone was saying. Something about a child, only being part vampire…Edward and Bella's daughter… but I couldn't fight it, the flashback was just too strong.

I knew what I was going to do, I had my mind made up - Samantha Price would be my first human kill. I was going to find little popular princess Samm, and make her hurt like she did me. It took me 6 months to find her. She was now living in Jacksonville, Florida. I remember going to Samm's balcony and standing over her bed. I thought to myself, this is it. Just do it, now, or never. My fists were clenched; I was insulting myself so I could show myself that I could do it. "You coward, you're weak, hurry up or she'll see you, you're so stupid, why did you rebel if you aren't going to make your move." That was it; I grabbed Sammy, clamping her mouth shut so no one would hear her scream. A few seconds later it was over, or at least I thought it was. I was so used to drinking animal blood that I had no idea human blood was so amazing. I needed more. I turned and leaped off the balcony, not looking back at Samm's limp body. "Thanks for the memories!" I mumbled to myself. I ran across the road, a Ford truck just missing me. I smirked, more victims. I fell to the ground as the truck slammed on its breaks and reversed in my direction. A boy, about 18, my age, and an older man that must have been his dad, jumped out of the truck and ran towards me. "Wrong place, wrong time, losers." I thought. I heard them talking, "I didn't think I hit her." "What do we do now?" Now was my chance. I grabbed the younger one first, ripping into his throat; his dad lurched at me and pulled me away from him. I snarled and turned towards him, my eyes were black with thirst as I gripped my hand around his neck. "Don't you know better than to mess with a vampire when she's eating?!" I bit into him, and all too soon he was dry. I looked for the boy, but he was running and stumbling down the alley. "Oh crap!" I muttered as the bloodlust faded and I watched him run away. "What have I done? Tanya is going to kill me!" Rain started to fall. I could have overtaken him, and finished him off in a heartbeat, but something about the boy made me stop…made me almost want him to be okay. "Well, at least you'll be a cute vamp--"

I crushed the glass vase that was near me. Everyone turned and stared. My hands shook as I slowly looked up at Kate.

"Another flashback?" She whispered, and I nodded. I was so glad Kate was there…she totally understood me.

APOV-

As I watched the leaves that I was playing with rise gracefully in the air, and start to whirl, I let my mind wander… Wingardium Leviosawas a first year spell, but still one of my favorites. It was certainly more impressive when used on heavier objects…like people. I grinned. Although, the best spell for lifting people is still Levicorpus. My grin widened as I thought back on my days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I, Alizabet Salome Tibitha Ophelia Rowena Goyle, had always been a very powerful witch…even before school; it was a bragging point for my parents. When most kids had absolutely no control over their magic, I was already transfiguring small objects, and working thru the 2nd year spell book. I was different from my brother, who even by eleven years old, struggled to read. We were twins and yet we were complete polar opposites. Greg was rather on the stupid side, relied on his muscles and his best friend, Draco Malfoy, to resolve his issues, and could be very mean; especially to me...at least in public. I, on the other hand, was smart, funny, and kind. The complete opposite of what a Slytherin should be. In fact, several times I had overheard Professor McGonagall tell others that I should have been placed in her house, instead of in Slytherin. She was the head of Gryffindor house. Now I wish I hadn't begged the hat to put me in Slytherin. When I was sorted into my house, (at the beginning of my first year at school), the Sorting hat wanted to put me in Gryffindor house; but all my life I had been told that Gryffindor was the worst house at Hogwarts. That it would be a shame to be in Gryffindor. The last thing I wanted to do was shame the Goyle name, so I begged the hat to put me in Slytherin…like the rest of my family had been…like I just knew Greg would be. In the end, I got my wish…and lived to regret it every day of my life. I quickly realized that Slytherin House was full of better-than-you hotheads that relied on family, wealth, and connections to get thru life; and the worst of all was my roommate, Pansy Parkinson. She was constantly trying to use me to get Draco. She had a huge crush on him from day one. With Pansy as a roommate, it's no wonder I spent every possible minute in the library. I didn't want to end up like her! Ah, the library…my safe haven thru the storm called the school year. No one questioned why I was there; in fact, you'd be hard pressed to find another Slytherin there at all…unless there was some huge project or important test due. It was there I made my first friend, Hermione Granger. The images and memories in my mind started to move faster…I spent six long years at Hogwarts. I lived thru crushes, which included my "brother's" best friend and later one of his enemies…being imprisoned for my friendship with Harry, Ron and Hermione during what should have been my final school year…. finding out the truth about my "family" and the fact that I wasn't who I thought I was…being abused while imprisoned and ending up pregnant…the IRA car bomb that lead to the pre-mature delivery of my son, and the end of my human life…the horrible burning sensation as the venom changed my body into perfection…awakening to a new life, as a vampire…Ciaran…

-ALI!!!-

Maggie's call interrupts my thoughts, which is perfectly fine with me, except for the fact that I hated being called Ali. That was what my so-called family had called me. Turns out the people I thought were my family, were only my adopted family. A "friend" of the Goyle's killed my real parents and the Goyles adopted me, claiming that they had twins…turns out Greg and I really were born on the same day, just to different parents. They didn't even have the nerve to tell me this. I found this out while imprisoned... from the mad man/werewolf who killed my true family. After that, I refused to go by Goyle, and the nickname Ali. Dang it! I rolled my eyes…bring up memories was becoming a habit…one that I didn't completely enjoy. My life wasn't exactly a good one. Even as I tried to stop, my thoughts drifted more towards the most recent past, and the biggest pain…Ciaran… I had known him in school, but like with everything else in my past, I had completely cut off contact once I was changed. Then, two years ago, he had gotten lost, right in the middle of the forest I was cutting thru on my way to go hunt…he recognized me immediately, and knew what I was; but he never shunned me. I knew he was falling in love from that first moment, and I knew I should have stopped him, but something deep inside me, buried with the rest of my human attributes, wanted it. We were inseparable from that moment on.

-ALIZA!!!-

I groaned. Aliza was another nickname from my past; this is the one Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid call me...but the biggest reason I groaned was because I was thinking about Ciaran again. The last thing I wanted to think about was Ciaran. It had only been four months since the fire fight in Derry had succeeded in killing the mortal I loved. It seemed like an eternity ago, and yet, like it was yesterday. I couldn't save him…not even the way Siobhan saved me. I was too late…too much blood was already lost…If he had only listened to me, and waited for me... I shook my head, trying to think about something else, it was too much right now to think about. I heard Maggie calling; she was getting more and more excited every time she yelled; which is why my name kept getting longer. No one ever calls me by my full name…unless they are anxious/excited/mad/whatever. They usually just called me "Bet". What is going on? I thought as I jumped from the tree. I looked around, and was surprised to realize it was actually nice out today. There were no clouds in the sky, and the sun was shining. It was unusual for this type of weather in Ireland, especially this time of year.

-ALIZABET!!! WHERE ARE YOU!-

Crap! There it was. My full first name. The next step was the start of the middle names, but rather than wait for that, I hurried toward the house. The house I bought to be with Ciaran... where we shared our first kiss…our first and only night together...where we would have spent the rest of his life together…Argggh! Everything around here brought me back to him. It made trying to forget him impossible…not that I could anyway. Even my own reflection brought back his memory. My eyes were golden, when I wasn't thirsty, instead of the vivid red of "normal" vampires. That was because when you love a mortal, you tend to stay away from drinking human blood. I had decided to resist all temptation, so that it would hopefully be easier to resist killing the one I loved. It seemed to work, instead of the "normal" diet, I started to drink animal blood when I had met Ciaran. Even though he's gone, I continue. I enjoy "eating" without worrying if I killed one of his friends or family. Maggie likes to call my diet a "vegetarian" diet. Just thinking about that made me roll my eyes. Maggie was strange sometimes, but whatever. Whatever makes her happy. She's a lot easier to live with if she's happy.

-ALIZABET SAL…-

"Goodness, Maggie! I'm right here." She can be so impatient sometimes, I thought as I walked up the steps on the front porch. "What in the heck is so important that all of Ireland now knows my first name?"

That's when I caught the scent. We had a visitor, a vampire visitor, and not one that I recognized.

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