A/N: This is a new story i'm writing...yeah...

Story Title: Bree Tanner Cullen

Rating: PG-13

Summary: What if Carlisle and Esme adopted Bree? What if they had to teach her about vampirism, along with the rest of the family? What if...Bree was like a daughter to Esme? Would she risk her life for her?

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight...DAMN YOU SUMMIT ENTERTAINMENT! But, if I did own it, there would have been more carlisle/esme than there would be bella/edward/jacob love triangle...dumb stephanie meyer...jk I love her! Anyway on to the goodstuff!

Bree Tanner Cullen

"We could take her in ourselves." Esme pleaded, staring down at the helpless newborn behind her. Bree whimpered as Esme's worried glare looked down on her. Jane thought about it for a second. Felix was stepping forward, inch by inch.

"The Volturi does not give second chances." Jane put her arm out in front of Felix. "But if you you could teach her the way say you can, I believe we can make an acception. The Volturi will be back; in a year exactly, to see how Bree Tanner is becoming." She concluded. And with that, the four of them disappeared. The cullens breathed a sigh of relief once they were gone, and turned to Bree.

"Wh-what are you gonna do t-to me?" She asked shakily, shrinking away from Esme as she bent down next to her.

"We're going to help you, Bree." Esme smield warmly, wrapping her arms around Bree. Bree started shaking, breathing heavily. As if she was never hugged before. "Shh, its ok." Esme cooed. Bree calmed down a little, still whimpering lightly. "Come on, you're going to come home with us." Esme took her hand and lifted her off the ground. Bree looked around at all the Cullens; confused. "Come on." Esme ushered. With that, the Cullens took off. Esme grabbed Bree's hand and raced off to the house.

"Rosalie, Alice, Bella. Why don't you show Bree where her new room is going to be? Then you can help her choose how she wants it to look. " Carlisle suggested. Rosalie and Alice smiled wildley. Bella looked like she didn't want to move an inch away from Edward, so she left Rose and Alice to the job. Alice took Bree by the arms and led her downstairs, into the basement, with Rose following close by. "Bella, Edward; you two can go get a chance to talk to the pack, or do anything you want. Talk to Charlie, or anything. Preferably talk to Charlie." Carlisle eyed Edward.

"Don't worry. We aren't going to leave him out of the wedding." Edward grimaced, taking Bella by the waist and leading her out of the house.

"Jasper, go talk to the pack. I'd like them to know what a great thing they did for us today. I'll talk to them later myself as well." Carlisle motioned Jasper to the backyard of the house, where the pack was talking. "And Emmett-" He was cut off by Emmett.

"I know, I know. You want some alone time. I respect that. Now to really see this Bree Tanner..." He mumbled, pounding down the stairs gleefully. Carlisle chuckled, shaking his head.

"Do you think we can handle her?" Carlisle asked his wife, sitting down on a white leather couch. She sat beside him, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I'm sure we can. I'd really like to help her." She responded, sighing with satisfaction.

"I would as well. I'm mostly curious as to why she is so confused. She's been a newborn for well over a couple of months, she should have control over what to do with herself. She still doesn't understand what she is. What she needs to feed off of." He added, furrowing his perfect eyebrows. "I hope we can teach her that much. We only have a year."

"Yes, well. I'm more than sure that she will know how to survive as one of us by the end of the year." Esme emphasized. Carlisle chuckled and kissed the top of her head. He loved that she always finished what she started, even if she didn't like it in the first place. That when she believed in something, she didn't give up on it. It was the type of woman she was. "Lets go check on the girls. And Emmett. Lets hope that he didn't scare her to death." She giggled, getting up off the couch and proceeding downstairs. Carlisle followed, making quiet steps down the stairs. The basemant was a vast, almost empty, space. It held two extra bedrooms, a game room, an office/computer room, several bathrooms and closests, and a small bar. Not that they really needed any of those things. But of course they had to look human, in case they had company over. In one of the bedrooms, Bree lay on a red and black bed, its comforter decorated in red vines and black roses. The walls were painted a pale red, and many photos and paintings hung up on them. There was a big flat screen tv in the center of the main wall, and a mohogony desk with a laptop in one corner.

"She has a very...mysterious sort of style." Alice pointed out. "I like it." She smiled. Everyone looked over at Bree, who was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her eyes distant. Emmett sat down on the bed, staring at Bree intently. She looked over at him, her eyes getting wide, then looked back at the ceiling. Suddenly she started whimpering again, then clawing at her throat.

"She needs to hunt," Rosalie explained, understanding the fact that Bree's throat was on fire.

I hope you liked it!