Chapter 4

Surprisingly, the car was still in the same place, untouched. Faye dropped into the seat and wiped the fresh blood that had slipped down her face on her shirt. She drove back to Forks with no trouble. She pulled into the Cullen garage.

Faye ran into the house and waved the keys in front of Edward.

"Thank you," She said.

He looked up at her and took the keys at a human pace. "Your welcome."

"Welcome back." Esme smiled kindly at her. Faye sighed and decided to be polite to the motherly vampire.

"Good evening, Esme," she said.

"You are welcome to any of the showers if you want. And I'm sure we could find some . . . clean clothes for you. If you want." She eyed Faye's soiled clothes.

She could have been rude, but the look every Cullen gave her told she would regret that option after her stunt earlier. It wasn't as if she cared about the others, but Esme was only trying to be kind.

"I would appreciate that. Thank you." The words sounded unsure. Faye hadn't dealt with hospitality for centuries. She didn't exactly know how to respond to it.

A warm shower later, Faye was in clean clothes and not quite sure of what she was going to do next. All of the vampires were inside the mansion doing various activities. Emmett and Garrett were playing some video game. Some of the others were watching the two. A chess game was tense between Jasper and Peter. Charlotte stood behind Peter. Alice behind Jasper. Faye could see others watching one of the X-men movies.

Everyone was doing something.

Quickly, before someone could stop her, she ascended to the attic, hoping to be alone.

As soon as she entered the top room, she sighed.

Alistair hovered by the one window in the room. "I can see I'm not the only one trying to escape the party." She murmured.

Alistair slowly moved his red eyes to meet hers. They narrowed.

"I don't trust you."

Faye raised her eyebrows. "That makes you smart. No one should trust a vampire."

"I don't trust anyone. But you. You are more than just the average vampire. People shy away from us naturally. Vampires have their disagreements. But ever since you have come here, every part of me has told me to get as far away from you as possible, daughter of Jane."

She hissed and bared her teeth at him. Alistair looked back to the window.

"How do you know that?" Faye demanded quietly. She knew she could make him forget in an instant, but she needed to know how he had discovered her secret. He couldn't have collected this information by a casual guess.

"You don't have to worry about the others. This room is soundproof. We can hear them, but they can't hear us."

Faye was in front of him in an instant.

"Only one person knows that information. Me. How did you find out?"

Alistair breathed out unnecessary air. "I assume there is something you can do. Something that keeps people from suspecting. It isn't like you don't look like your mother."

He was right.

"Is your gift acute observation?" She asked harshly.

"No." Alistair's reply was instant. "But being a recluse who oversees everything does help."

Faye's hands balled in frustration. "How did you get past my block?"

Seven hundred years was a long time to discover and tone her gift. The gift of memory. She had a general block on anyone around her. If someone came up with the assumption she was Jane's daughter, then that person would forget that thought.

"Did you know that Bella is immune to your gift," Alistair said. "However, she doesn't remember Jane very well. Bella saw Jane with human eyes, and now, the memory is distant and hazy."

"What's your point, Alistair?" Faye hissed.

Alistair stood and glared at her. "You are here for a different purpose than the others. This war between the Volturi and the Cullens is already risky enough. I am only here as a favor to Carlisle, otherwise I would be on the other side of the planet."

"I understand. You are a coward." Faye crossed her arms. "What does it matter to you what my purposes for fighting are?"

Alistair grimaced. "I haven't spoke this much to another person in centuries. Why now? And why you? I don't know."

His voice lowered. "With what you can do, I probably won't remember anyways."

Faye sighed. She did not deal with others. Neither did Alistair apparently. They both held on to their secrets tightly. And yet he had discovered most of hers in a few short days. He was dangerous. He was a potential threat. And he probably knew what her endgame was. This vampire was smart. But he was miserable.

"The Volturi took something very precious from me before I could even speak. I just want her back." Emotions Faye rarely felt had taken over. She felt the loneliness, the anger, the sorrow. Everything that she pushed down for centuries.

She lost her parents at birth. She lost Madison when the plague came. She had lost everything. The only hope she had since those dark ages was the chance to get her mother back.

"Everyone has lost something, Faye." Alistair spoke at a whisper. "But there are some things we just can't get back. Jane belongs to Aro. She is a key element of the authority in the vampire world. Your mother is dead. She died the moment she was bitten. Give up."

"That is what you did. And look where you are now, Alistair, just look around you. You have nothing. No hope. No future. Just a long memory of torment and misery."

He looked up at her with slight shock.

She gave him a look of sympathy. "That's right. I know what happened to you. You did lose everything, family, friends, even those doves you loved so much. But you didn't look for hope. You gave up and wallowed in your self-pity."

Anger flared in his eyes. "I don't hope because there is none. I am cursed to live like this."

Faye shrugged. "I don't have anyone. I have lived alone for centuries just like you. We both are bitter. We both live alone. Some might say we are exactly the same. But I am not like you because as long as my mother is alive, I will save her or I will die trying. I have purpose. I choose to look for hope."

He turned away from Faye. Emptiness he felt was being filled with pain as memories of his brother, sisters, and mother came to him.

Faye watched as his face contort with misery. She had been too harsh probably. How could she know? She was not a people person. Helping wasn't her specialty.

A thought came into her head. Maybe she could help this man. Faye closed her eyes. Why did she care? She cared about no one besides herself and her mother. No one else mattered.

Sighing, Faye opened her eyes again.

"I can take away the painful memories. You don't have to live in this torment."

Alistair didn't respond.

Faye crossed her arms lightly. "I don't do people. And I don't give out help. This is a rare thing for me to do. Do you want me to erase the memories that hurt you?"

Not looking up at her, Alistair said, "No. I'd rather live with the pain than forget."

"Suit yourself."

She walked to the middle of the room. "Shall we forget this meeting ever happened then?"

He chuckled humorlessly. "Isn't that up to you?"

She rolled her eyes. "What I mean is, will this conversation ever be brought up again?"

"Since I am leaving tonight, and you will all probably be dead then I assume this conversation will never be brought up again."

Faye's eyes turned questioning.

"The Volturi are not to be messed with. One fight with them is already bad enough. Good luck to you all with two different battles."

"So, you're just going to hide under a rock for the next century then?"

"If that's what it takes."

"Good bye, Alistair."

He nodded at her.

"You are probably the closest thing I have ever had to a friend." She admitted.

"It's not like you know anything about me." He replied sarcastically.

"If you excuse me, I will be using that window, because I'm not sure if I can handle the cheerful army or the kid for a while."

"Yes. Either you are more gifted than I thought or everyone else is blind. You are not a person who likes children." Alistair stated with a slight hint of humor in his voice.

Faye pushed the window up and jumped out into the night air. With one glance up, she saw him move away from the window.

For the first time as a vampire, she wished someone else would find happiness.