This is what I think would have happened if Bree Tanner didn't get killed at the ending of Eclipse.
The tension left along with the Volturi. I was now safe, for now. But with Diego and the rest of my coven dead, I still felt somewhat vulnerable.
The Cullen's had accepted me into their family, and promised to educate me about the vampire world, and make me adapt to their 'vegetarian' lifestyle. It wasn't easy, trying to endure the pain of the constant burning in my throat, and it didn't help with the human's scent all over the Cullen's home. They were all supportive, though some didn't trust me as much as the leader, Carlisle, and his wife, Esme did. I had learnt to trust them, but I still believed the stories Riley had told the newborns and myself about how bad they were, and that made me feel insecure around them.
It has been 3 months since the ambush, and my eyes are starting to fade to an amber colour. My self control has improved and I am actually starting to think being a vampire is not as bad as I thought it would be. If Diego was still here with me, life would be perfect. Every time a think about him, a shiver runs down my spine, and my dead heart feels like it is ripped in half. I wish I could have saved him, like he saved me. I wish he had come back that night, and we could have ran away, and seen the world. It's too late for that now.
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