Elizabeth was the reason James chose to become a monster. To the world, he was a ruthless hunter, a predator who reveled in violence and blood. But that reputation was carefully built, brick by brick, to protect her. He shouldered the darkness so that no one would ever seek her out, so she could live unchained.
She was his light, his calm, his one pure bond in a world corrupted by hunger and vengeance. Yet Elizabeth was not weak. Gifted with the strange ability to mirror the emotions and powers of others, she had always been a reflection of the world around her - a mirror of choice and consequence. Where James was destruction, she was balance. Where he was fury, she was quiet strength.
But James's path was not one she could walk forever. His sacrifices left shadows clinging to her, whispers of his violence that threatened to consume her as well. It was then she crossed paths with Jasper Hale - a man whose own existence bore the same scars of blood and war. Haunted by his past, disciplined but forever on the edge of breaking, Jasper saw in Elizabeth not a victim of her brother's legacy, but a soul like his own: fractured, dangerous, yet yearning for something gentler.
Their bond grew in the quiet spaces between darkness - in the recognition of pain, in the pull of a hunger neither could fully silence. Elizabeth became for Jasper what she had been for James: the calm before the storm. But this time, she was not hidden. She chose to step into the light, to claim her own story rather than live in the shadow of her brother's sacrifice.
This is Elizabeth's tale: of love and ruin, of a brother who chose to be the villain, and of a heart that found redemption in the most unlikely place.
It has been two years since Edward and the Cullens left. He broke my heart more than I thought possible. It wasn't until I started to hang out with Jacob Black did my heart begin to heal. But once we had finished working on the motorbikes, I took a ride. Just before I was thrown off the bike did I see Rosalie. At moments like this I would have seen Edward. But seeing Rosalie helped me to realise who it was that I really missed. It was never Edward. It was always Alice whom I would constantly try to talk to. I missed her because she was my best friend. But Rosalie. I don't know why I missed her, but I did. It pained me to see her again. And that's what lead me to jump off the cliff, in the hopes I would see the beautiful blonde again.
DISCLAIMER I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYERS