Bree POV
This story started with my death. Not even my human death. I was dying and I was burning. I guess that was to be expected. I blamed Victoria. I blamed Riley. I thanked the yellow-eyed vampires. I even felt thankful for the strange howler vampires who killed the rest of them. I loved Diego, but he was dead. I cared deeply for my friend, Fred, but I doubt I would see him again.
My name is Bree Tanner, I am fifteen years old in human years, three months old in vampire years—if that makes any sense, and I was being killed by the strange black cloaks whom I presume are the Volturi. The big one, Felix, Jane called him, had happily ripped each limb apart. I had my right arm left, my head left, my torso left still connected. It was painful. I wished I knew what I was doing.
I had my eyes open, waiting for the end to come, as the one band, Linkin Park, had named a song, when Jane looked up, worried. What could make such a horrible person worried? A hiss sprang from her lips and she sprinted away, more graceful than any other vampire I had ever seen. The others followed suit. I was unsure what could make them afraid. I only paid attention to myself as I glued myself together again with the venom from my mouth.
All the King's horses, and all the King's men couldn't put Humpty together again. Good thing I wasn't humpty. I smiled at this, not paying attention to the setting sun, nor the howling wind, nor the swaying trees. Not until my foot was reconnected to my leg—which was reconnected to my body again—that I heard the growl.
I hadn't realized that I should be afraid of what scared the Volturi so. Though I admired the yellow eyes strength and compassion, I also was scared of them. The Volturi, however, were not, so why shouldn't I fear what they did.
A quick glance to my right revealed glowing eyes. I immediately thought of a wolf, though I hadn't really seen one in my human life. Only after a second did I realize that it was way too big to be a wolf. It looked the size of a horse, but did horses have glowing eyes? A bear then—I could take a bear quite easily. I sat up into a crouch and snarled loudly.
I was in no mood to fight it. Hopefully I could scare it away. When the bear didn't move, but growled. I pulled my lips over my teeth and snarled, an expression that would have scared any human to death. The bear snarled back and stepped out. Then I realized it wasn't a bear, but a wolf. I was right at first, but that made no sense. What was this giant wolf doing? It glared at me, and I shivered.
A strange howl ripped through its open muzzle and I suddenly realized that those were no vampires that were howling in the fight. The yellow-eyed vampires were working with giant wolves. This one was grayish silver. A quick glance at it's eyes told me it wasn't glaring. It was staring at me oddly. Like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, like nothing in the world was holding him to Earth, not even gravity itself, but . . . but me.
(I know it's short for a beginning but I couldn't think of what to do.)