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Pairing: JasperXBree; CarlisleXEsme; EmmettXRosalie

Rated: M (violent, languages, and dark themes)

Warning: unbeta. English is my second language. ASL is my first. Yeppie, I'm Deaf. xP

I don't own Twilight Saga. *sniff*


Her name is Bree Tanner, born in Nevada on March 11, 1990, but mostly raised and lived in Idaho with her abusive father; Richard Tanner. Bree truly did believe that her mother left her when she was four and never been heard again. For years, her father did any possible to damage on Bree that she has gone through horrified agony and suffering at the hands of a violent man. He took control of her life that left her physically, mentally, and emotional scars. Because of him, Bree's body is damaged, her heart is broken beyond repair, and her mind is lost in darkness, and yet, her spirit somehow stays strong.

Stuck with a violent man that made Bree felt terror and anxiety for eleven years that made a routine for Bree to hide underneath her run-down horrible bed with distress. She curled her legs up to her chest while her hands covered her ears as her eyes closed shut. She attempted to block the cruel voices from Richard and his horrible influenced friends.

Bree jolted with fear when she heard rowdy fights from the next room. She silently whimpered when she can hear the heavy loud footsteps coming toward her secure tiny bedroom. Bree could see a raspy voice from a drunk man revealed a shocking and horror that hit Bree hard as she opened her wide brown eyes with terror. "Yo Rich! Are you gonna murder that little bitch like you murdered your whore wife?!" loud cruelly guffawed gathered around in the small house.

Bree felt disgusted, horror, sadness, sorrow, and anxious. She couldn't believe what she was hearing this, Richard didn't even deny one bit as he disgustingly just laughed like it's all part of a game plan for him. She gritted her teeth in anger and fear that she couldn't stay in this tiny house any longer. It's one thing that her father is abusive, but to think he is capable to murder in cold-blood with his hands it a whole different story for her.

She doesn't want to be in a murderer house any longer than necessary. She felt terribly guilty to think that her mother left her because she wanted to save herself. However, instead, she was murdered, and Bree didn't know. If Bree has to guess, she assumed that the murderer killed her mother when she was four. It would make sense in a way; her mother would take her and leave the terrible creature of a man. Although Bree doesn't understand why her father kept her all these years, he could've murdered her just like he killed her mother. He didn't, and Bree doesn't want to stay and figure it out why.

Right now, she wants to leave and be as far away as possible from this dangerous man. And she immediately plans to run away.

Once she can hear the tiny house calm in spine-chilling silent. This is her chance to leave the house while the men are asleep. She crawled out of under the bed, grabbed her worn-out grey backpack hastily grabbed her things and shove it into her backpack.

Her wide brown eyes darted around in the tiny bedroom until it landed on the window. It was covered with bars and she had no choice but to leave through the back of the kitchen.

Bree gulped nervously and frightening while she slung her backpacks on. She walked soundlessly from the bedroom to the hallway while observed her surroundings in cautioned. Bree turned to the room and froze with horror when she saw a group of men sleeping around the kitchen table and chairs. 'Damn it!' Bree moaned in distress. She can't leave through the front door because it's the most active nights for the bad neighborhoods and it would cause a huge chaos. It's safe to leave through the back for her, however, the sleeping drunk men made this run-away mission hard for her.

Her brown eyes examined the unconsciousness of men until she found a familiar man who is her father. He is sleeping against the chair with a semi-empty bottle of beer in hand, he has shaved head, full beard, thick muscles, dirty white shirt with sleeves rolled up, worn-out jeans tucked into combat boots. Bree shuddered with anxious while she stared at the man who is responsible for murdered her mother.

She tightens her fists closed at her sides once her eyes left her father to the door that leads to the back. The door that would make her escape from this hellhole house. Slowly and carefully, Bree started tip-toe around the unconsciousness of men on the floor. When she made it through quietly as she is getting closer, closer to the door of her freedom.

Clack

Froze with fear and panic as she jerked her head at the man who is wide awake from the noise when Bree accidentally kick the empty glass of bottle beer on the ground. Richard frowned dangerously as his eyes brown eyes darken at Bree. "Where do you think you're going little bitch?"

Then everything went turmoiled.

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Second Chance

Volume I: A Starry Star

Chapter One: My name is Bree Tanner

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The sounds of snapped branches, dead leaves crushed, loud breathing in the air, and soft yet hard running footsteps heard. Long waist-length brown hair flying behind Bree as her wide alarmingly eyes darted around as she runs through the dark night road to the field to the woods. Run. Is all Bree could think, she continued to run, run, run, run, run!

Away from the dangerous murderer man who chased her without leaving the consequences. Bree sharply turned to another street without knowing the direction. Running with adrenaline rush through Bree's veins.

The moon shines above the woods as it was the only source of light for Bree's sights. Unaware to see the root ahead of her that caught her foot and stumbled full body slammed onto the ground. Groaned in pain as she lifted her head up and flinched from the hot white fire from her left hip. Bree pushed up on her legs, she glanced down ignored the mud stains on her clothes as she gently turned her head to her hip. On the left side of her shirt is soaked with blood and dirt, she reached the hem of her shirt, pulled up carefully and hissed when the fabric touches the terrible fire on her hip.

She bit her lip as she examined her left hip, it was a jagged-deep cut that is covered with a swollen red area. Bree whimpered softly as the terrible wound, she shrugged off her backpack and hasty grabbed a spare shirt and ripped the cloth with her small fingers. She wrapped the ripped piece of the black shirt around her hip while bit down her tongue from the hot fire from the wound. She closed her eyes once she saw a black dots dances in her visions. She leaned forward with heavy sighed, she ignored the dry throat from the lack of drink while her stomach is begging for food.

Bree couldn't believe it, she escaped from the hellhole along with a murderer. She remembered so clearly that when Richard found out that she is running away, he had harmed her in the worst possible way and she managed to get away from him. Bree pushed it back in her head, she doesn't want to deal with it at this moment, right now, she is a desire to continue to run and be as far away as possible from that vicious man.

She stood on her feet; shivering from pain, weary, and anxious. Bree dragged her feet through the woods with a backpack in hand. She is scared, nervous, tired, broken, and yet, she is starting to feel a little bit of a freedom. Bree knew she desire to run away for years but she never had planned further after that, she didn't even think of it because she honestly thought she has no courage to act. But she did and now, without money, without foods, without water, she has no idea if she could survive this on her own.

Bree shook her head, 'No… there must be water somewhere in this forest.' She mused in desperate and hope.

Hours passed. Days passed. Weeks passed. All she ever seen are water from lake which she drank it with relief and gleeful, berries which she risked it by ate some of it even with knowledge that it's possibly poisoned but the temptation with hunger was too powerful for her to control, animals which she watched it run off to their safety, and walked through woods and empty roads for miles and miles.

Blurriness covered her visions, stumbled around with exhaustion, shivered from the chill as her face were ghostly-pale, and her stomach twist and turn in a most painful way. Bree whines in agony, she fell to her knees with tears leaking out of her scared and sorrow eyes. 'Help… someone… please, help me!' she screamed mentally with insane raw agonized through her body and mind.

She blinked owlishly at the grey sky, is this it? Is she going to die? Is this her end? Would she never get a chance to have a true freedom in her life? Is she always meant to suffer for the rest of her existence? Bree knew her body is damaged, she knew her heart is broken, she knew her mind is lost, but her soul, her soul wants to live.

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{Meanwhile}

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A loud swish of winds of four figures run through the woods. A large vampire; is 6'5'', with slightly curly, dark brown hair, giving him a childish look not often seen in a grown man, tall, very burly, and muscular. However, very handsome with dimples and pale skin. His name is Emmett Cullen who attacked a bear and fights with joyful cheered from a vampire. Three vampires' men stood aside while watching the activity with amused.

When the large vampire finished drained the bear and a large grin appeared on his face with satisfied. The leader vampire; he is 6'2'', with blonde hair, golden gentle eyes, and he is slight but muscular, pale skin and mistaken for a model and his name is Carlisle Cullen. He nods his head and open his mouth but paused when a honey-blond hair vampire stands 6'3'', muscular, but lean body. Pale marble-like skin, golden eyes and, his name is Jasper Hale who has dropped his knees with pure shock and agony clearly on his face while bronze hair vampire that stands at 6'2'' and has a thin and lanky but muscular body named Edward Cullen clutched his forehead with painful eyes.

Carlisle and Emmett checked on them with troubled and confused expression on her faces. "What is wrong?" the leader asked calmly while concerned clearly appeared in his eyes.

"The…agony… it's too much…" Jasper gasped in shocked while Edward flinched and jerked his head in the direction with black eyes.

"She's screaming for help..." Edward gritted his teeth as he held his head.

Carlisle and Emmett turn their attention to the mind-reader vampire with surprised, "You said she… where is she?" Carlisle commended gently, "Stay with Jasper." He pointed at Emmett and followed his son to the girl through the woods.

Emmett watched them left and bend down to check over his brother, "Jazz?" he asked with worried. Jasper panted as he gritted his teeth with aggravated while his golden eyes shifted to black. "She…needs… help." He rasped while Emmett watched it in lost and anxious.

While Carlisle and Edward ran on vampire speeds and halted in steps when they saw a petite teenage girl laying on the ground; her waist-length dark brown hair fanned out of the ground, her skin is ghostly-white covered with sweat moistures, and her face was scrunched with agony. Her eyes are shut tightly as tears leaking down on her cheeks, her legs curled up while her hands held protectively on her left hip.

Edward winced, "She's crying in pain. Feeling nauseous." He informed while Carlisle examined the girl's health in a calm manner.

"She has a fever." Carlisle said when he touched her blazing hot face and neck.

The bronze-hair vampire narrowed his eyes with a serious face, "She's hurting… from her left hip." He said after he attempted to read the girl's unsystematic mind.

The doctor reached down to the girl's hip, gently removed her hands and peek underneath her shirt, he carefully pulls the cloth that was soaked in blood while Edward hitches his breath. Carlisle grimaced when he saw the infection wound, "Necrotizing fasciitis." Carlisle identified, "This bacterial skin infection is rare in healthy humans, but it seems that she must've gotten it by the look from her wound, its weeks old." Carlisle explained with composed.

"We need to get her to the hospital as soon as possible." Carlisle covered the girl's wound and picked her up. The girl cries with discomfort, "She's in too much pain to react except on instinct. Anything I should know about her?" he asked the mind-reader son.

Edward closed his eyes as he reached the girl's mind, "…I can't… she is too much of great suffering and screaming mentally so loud." He winced and step back, "I'm sorry, I can't go near her without mental pain, Carlisle, this is not normal for one tiny human to have that much mental pain." He gritted his teeth.

Carlisle lined his lips, "Her emotional pain caused Jasper on his knees…" he murmured with weary, just how much pain she is in? "I have to take her to the hospital." He turned and ran off in vampire speed.

Edward closed his eyes as he waited for the grief painful from the petite girl out of his range then he slumped his shoulders in relief with a calm mind. 'Who is she?' he mused in cautioned and weary from mentally which it was impossible for him.

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{Later}

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Edward arrived at his home with a frown, he saw his almost twin sister who stood outside on the patio with her arms crossed. Her golden eyes dazed off with sadness, resigned, and acceptance. "Alice?" Edward whispered reached to Alice Cullen.

Alice tilted her head blankly, 'Just watch.' Edward watched when Alice showed her latest vision.

[A petite girl with long brown hair, wide brown eyes, fair skin dressed in grey long sleeve shirt with wide U-collar, a beige scarf with grey birds' patterns, light blue jeans, and blue slips-on as she was walking downstairs carefully with one hand on the rail while two pale hands are on her hips from behind. Hands belonged to Jasper who is watching over her with consternation.

Jasper helped the petite human girl down to the first floor, "You alright?" he whispered to her as he examined from head to toe human making sure she's not any discomfort.

The petite girl glanced up at Jasper shyly and nodded her head mutely. Jasper overlooks once again and show little hesitant yet accepted her answer. He stood behind her and placed his hand on her back as he helped her to the living-room.]

Edward furrowed his eyebrows not understanding and surprised that Jasper is closer to a human girl without given in bloodlust. Alice closed her eyes, 'He didn't give in his bloodlust around her because she is his true mate.' Edward's eyes widen with dumbfounded. 'I admitted, I was hoping she wouldn't exist for a long time. But I can't be selfish, as much as I want Jasper to be mine for eternally, I knew he and I won't be truly happy together. Only she can give him happiness, love, and acceptance. Only she can bring Jasper out of his shell and be who he really is. Only she can make Jasper escape from his pain and accept the present and looking forward to the future with her. Only her, Edward… she is his true mate.'

Alice opened her teary eyes with a sad smile, 'Plus… with her involved in our lives, we need her because she'll give us something we all never have before. And… she'll be a wonderful addition to Cullen.'

Edward's eyes soften with sympathy, he walked to his sister and hugged her. Alice leaned onto him and closed her eyes once again, "I'm going to miss him, Edward." She murmured sadly.

The mind-reader vampire tightens his hugs around her, "When will you tell him?" he asked gently.

"As soon as possible." Alice unnecessary sighed out loud, "I can't let this go on now that I know she's real." She explained.

Edward hummed as he can hear Jasper and Emmett, "They're coming."

"I've seen it." Alice's lip quirks up sadly yet knowingly. She leaned back as she opened her eyes and smile at her brother, "Thanks, Edward." She pecked his cheek friendly.

Edward nods his head and walked inside the house; leaving Alice out on the patio.

Jasper and Emmett arrived in their vampire speed. Emmett half-grinned at Alice with confused eyes and went inside to see his wife. Jasper stood there while scrutinizing solemnly Alice who stared blankly at him. "Alice?" Jasper raised his eyebrow at her.

Alice lined her lips, she walked down the short stairs and went to the forest, "Follow me, Jazz." Alice mumbled and ran off. Jasper furrowed his eyebrows in concerned and followed his little wife.

In the wood; far enough from the vampires' hearing range. Alice stood in front of the river with her arms crossed, she turned around and stared at Jasper emotionlessly. Jasper frowned deeply, he walked to her and reach for her, but Alice took step back.

Hurt appeared in Jasper's eyes and Alice cringe when she saw it. "No, Jasper… don't. Please." She frowns sadly at him, "It's not you Jasper… it's…" she sighs softly as her eyes soften, "…we should stop. Our marriage should stop."

"Why?" Jasper whispered with hurt, astonished, and puzzled.

Alice half-smile lovely at Jasper, "Because it wouldn't be right for her." She said softly. Jasper frowned confused at her and Alice continued, "Jasper… I see her. She's real and here. Your true mate."

Jasper's blinked in stunned. "After years of being together is wonderful experiences for me Jazz, I loved you so much and I want to be selfish and keep you mine. But it wouldn't be right for me to hide this from you and her. You both need each other to complete. Only you both can truly be happy together. Your happiness is more important to me that I'm willing to let you go to your true mate." Alice explained in depressed yet pleased.

The Southern Texan vampire stared at her, "…you would do that? He whispered in awed.

Alice nodded her head, "Of course, Jazz. Not only you were my husband, you are my best friend." Jasper suddenly pulled Alice into his chest and hugged her passionately and gratitude. Alice hugged back tightly knowingly this intimate embrace will be the last for them.

"I loved you, Alice. I truly enjoyed all these experiences with you, thank you for taking care of me." Jasper said then he pecked Alice's temple, "…goodbye, Alice." He whispered, he breaks the hug and gently put an object in her hands and closed her hands into a fist with softening eyes.

Alice watched Jasper left out of her sights at vampire speeds. Then her golden eyes glanced down at her hands, she opened her palm to reveal a wedding ring. Her eyes teary once again, "Good-bye Jasper." she farewells the loved and vowed for years with Jasper. Alice knew it will take a while for her to get around and she knew she will be sad when she'll see Jasper and his true mate together. However, she also knew she'll gain a new sister and best friend.

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{Forks General Hospital}

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The beating sounds coming from the heart monitor machine that attached the petite girl. The small beeping noise bothers her, her eyebrows furrowed deeply as she forced to open her tired brown eyes. The first sight she saw was the white ceilings, then shifted to her surrounding in silence, white walls, white floors, and white curtain sheet.

Bree reached to her face weakly and lightly touched the oxygen mask on her face. She pulled the oxygen mask down to her chin and inhaul the smell of hospital place; bleach, blood, and death. She gulped dryly painfully that she is desperate for a cold liquid.

The door opened that caught Bree's attention, if she wasn't dead, she would assume this man is an angel. The angel glanced up from his clipboard and his golden eyes glint in surprise and relief, "You're awake…" he went to her side quickly and grabbed a plastic cup with water. "Drink slowly." He softly ordered his patient.

Bree took a few sips from the plastic cup with the doctor's help, "My name is Dr. Cullen, my son and I found you at the forest. You had a fever and badly infection wound from your hip." He explained professionally.

After the doctor is satisfied when he got his patient drank some water, he set the cup on the table and grabbed his pan from his pocket, "I need to write down your information on the medical document." He clicked his pen and touched on the paper, "What's your name, dear?" his eyes soften.

Bree couldn't help it that she knew somehow this doctor is different and that he won't let her go back to her hellhole, something tells her this man will do anything to protect and save her from terrible darkness, "Bree." She rasped, "My name…is Bree Tanner."