After reading The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, I was intrigued by the character Freaky Fred. I wondered how he was and is. As my head filled with the story of Fred I began to write his story once him and Bree departed. Hope you all enjoy. And lastly please excuse my grammar and spelling errors as that is not my strongest area.

The deep green forest swirled about me. It was clean and refreshing, after being couped up with so many vampires. I inhaled just to taste the forest around me. The deep woodsy smells of the moss, damp dirt, bark, flowers sprinkled here and there, the ancient rocks and boulders. It was clean and moist but, not moist like the humans. No they were a mouth watering, throat burning, delicious wet. Nothing here could compare to that. I had smelled a near by bear. I heard his heart beat thrum in his chest a ways off. To entrenched in his forging to realize that the wind was more than that. It was something so fierce that he would be dead with in seconds if I wanted. But despite the thrumming of his heart, and the moist scent of his blood, I wouldn't touch that not with the city so close, not unless my life depended on it. The humans were so much more appealing. No this bear was nothing more than empty snack, flavorless, and unappealing.

The forest was freeing as flew through it. Running so fast I was just a blur, yet I could see every small detail as darted in and out of the trees. Every streak color, how each leaf was not quite the same as the last. I could see so clearly, it was almost as though I could make out the chlorophyll of the leaves shining in the sun. The sun that managed to find its way down to the forest floor. It was breath taking, if that were even something I even had to do besides to taste and smell everything around me. This place, no this body was so freeing. I would never tire. I could keep running if I choose, never having slow, and I will feel just as restless as I did in this moment. The freedom was intoxicating. I choked out a a laugh with this new feeling.

Even, when the flames of the transformation had faded and I could feel my new body for the first time I didn't feel so free. No, this was different. I was free from all the mindless drones in the basement. There was no Riley, there were no rules now. Just myself, alone with myself. Just the way I liked it. Even as a human I preferred the loneliness. I could see that much in the hazy thoughts of my human self. I was not made for the life of living with many. I preferred the solitary moments of my life. Or was it this talent of mine that made me feel that way? No, I decided it was what I wanted. Is that why I had this talent? Could my mind decide so firmly on something that I could make it a reality? Either way, at this point I didn't really care it had given me my freedom.

Yet, flying through the forest, my thoughts continued to flicker back to the scene I was now fleeing. Though my heart had now been dead for the last several months, it still some how seemed to ache for the young one named Bree. Part of me knew that she would never be meeting me. But wishing she had followed me and not that monster Riley was only wishful thinking now. How I could have protected her, as I did these last three months.

Unlike the rest of them I had the certain advantages to let me see clearly, I thought wryly. Freaky Fred, they had called me. They found themselves completely revolted by me, as though I were so monstrous, so hideous that they can could not bare to look at me with their new clear and precise eyes. Unlike the rest, I was special. I had the ability to become invisible of sorts. Invisible in the sense that a bum on the side of the street was invisible. If you touched him, somehow his bad situation would leech on to you, and claim you to the streets too. If any of them had the stomach to look they would have seen the truth. The truth was I was every bit as beautiful as them, if not a few "years" older than the rest of them. Years, in the terms of human age, but for the most part I was just a young as them. I was a young vampire, strong and wild like them all. Maybe it was the age in which I had been transformed that let me think more clearly than the rest of them. They all seemed to be stuck in the state of maturity in which they were, when they had been given this new life. Squabbling like children over their play things and food. Albeit, it was entertaining at times, but mostly it was just wearing to be around it day and night.

Thinking of the day made me look down at myself, still marveling at the way my skin glittered in the sun. Every inch of my skin seemed to transform into the millions of tiny prisms, reflecting the light. I had noticed the slight glow the full moon had casted on us, but I was really too focused on the meal to really stop and examine. Maybe I should I have. Maybe then I would have known that the whole poof into flames thing was just a lie. Well at least it was a lie when the sun had hit us. We were quite the flammable creatures.

I had mused at vampire stories that I drudged up from the murky memories of my human life. Counting in my head I had thought of the all things I could remember about vampires. We were creatures of the night, burned by the sun if we should be touched by it. I was smart enough to know there was no one day, ever, that the sun's rays would be indirect. Riley had fed them that one well, counting on the fact that their thirst could override their more expansive vampire minds. He took that gamble and won. Perhaps it wasn't the thirst but the overwhelming fear of the sun he had instilled in us all from day one. In fact I was with them all plastered to wall in horror. If it hadn't been for the small vampire Bree, I would have continued to be stuck to that wall right now. But if the burning in the sun was a lie what else was?

Immediately, my mind raced to the memory of some movie where the scary vampire fled the scene as a bat. The thought made me smile. No we certainly could not turn into bats. Would that flying feel better than this type of flying. No running was flying, or as close to it as I could get. Well if I couldn't turn into a bat, what else was lies? Crosses were out. I definitely touch a few when I perched myself along the roof tops waiting for a sorry bum to eat. They weren't the type of humans that would be missed, making the perfect meal. Aside from the bitter taste of the alcohol that usually accompanied them.

Hmm, bitter taste, I guess that counted out garlic. I had a few humans full of bad Italian. The kind that was saturated in garlic. It seemed to seep into the blood stream. It wasn't my favorite way to marinate a human, but it was sure better than the drugs and alcohol the humans seemed to want to drowned themselves in. No, clean healthy blood was the best. I mused at the thought of stealing blood from an hospital or blood bank. I was sure it would be delightfully clean. But where was the fun in that? No hunt, no prey. Not that, that was much of a challenge, but the thrill of finding them and sneaking up on them was another thing entirely.

Sleep, I couldn't do that and especially not in a coffin, not that basements weren't close enough. I guess the myths were just that myths. Were they their to protect us or the humans? It was an interesting thought. There had to be more of us out there. But how many? Certainly enough to warrant creating an armory like she and Riley had, I thought with a shudder.

There must be a reason that the humans only cast us as parts in the movies and books. They didn't know about us, surely if they did they wouldn't waste their time creating movies of us. And definitely not movies that were so far off base to what we really were. Yes, we were monsters. But, the movies never made us out to be the real monsters that we were. The movies, made us seductive creatures ruled by our lust. True our thirst seemed to rule us, but it appeared with age we could push it aside as our main motivating factor. And I know I had certainly never tried to seduce some young girl into following me. No, I was a thing of fright, but they never seemed to have more than a few seconds of fright. Never long enough to even let out a scream of fright. It was always caught in a gurgle as the hot, steaming, blood trickled down my throat. Making me shiver in delight as it warmed my cold hard body, spreading warmth through out me. And in seconds was over, and no matter how many I feasted on the venom always burned for more.

I was sure the majority of us were real monsters, just as she had been. I was glad I had the talents that I did. Able to just walk away and no one would notice. I was a little saddened by the fact that Bree wouldn't be following me. Despite my yearn to be alone, I had grown used to the accompaniment of another. If I could choose someone to spend all of eternity with, it would be someone like her. She was quiet, never made demands. She had just been happy to exist, to co-exist with me, with out the expectations. Part me held out that she would still make it in time.

I slowed down as I made my way close to the city. Then I stopped to ponder a thought. I was a glittering disco ball. I was bound to catch the attention of the humans. And I was sure that attention of the humans was not something I was supposed to garner. Hmm, I had told her that I would meet her in the park. But I couldn't just sit there on the park bench. No I would stick to the shadows like the vampire I was.