Nightfall:
the third and final life of bree tanner
story and art by Akke Andringa ~ HyperBole DaTa Productuions
begin saga サガ
ihate to see you cry; your smile is a beatiful lie
Dark Nightfall
The fates were very displeased. This is not what they planned. They dispised vampires. They could not form vampires' destinies.. Vampires rampage off track and follow their own pointless pathes and disrupt humans' pathes. Vampires ruiend all the fates' plans. They had been watching over me, however. They had grown fond of me, a newborn vampire. They had planned out my destiny very carefuly. Of course they had no control over me. And that's how I went off track for the second time.
Diego, Fred, and I were suppose to live as vampires in the second life. Together. With no more interference. We were suppose to leave that battlefield, and run. Run far, far away from Riley and her and the cloak ones and the yellow-eyes. But it had'nt happened that way. The cloak ones came and killed me. The yellow-eyes and the howllers had killed my pitiful coven of newborns. And Diego was dead, and Fred was gone, and I was just a pile of Ashes. Named Bree Tanner.
I exhaled. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm ashes. But I breathe...? I felt. I felt my body; my limbs. That couldn't be right. I openned my eyes. My heart. I heard thump thump. That definately wasn't right. I looked up. I was outside; the sky was black. I rose my arm in the blackness. It was dark with ash.
The nexk thing I knew, I was hunched ove somebody's porch. I was sobbing like a vampire sobs. I was violently shaking. If i could, Id be voulintairily hemoraging. I tried to speak into the nothingness; horase. But then bright. A light; bright!; inside the house. Bodies moving. Snarls. Me. "Who is it, Jasper?" a familiar voice hissed. "It's...
She is so fair. We are so unfair. 彼女はとても公平です。我々は、とても不公平です。
I tried not to black out again. I felt my body being lifted and moved. I heard faint hushed voices. I felt myself being laid on cushions. "It's that newborn...Bree!" Yup that's me. "Hey?" somebody addresses me. I opened my eyes. Eight sets of yellow-gold eyes stared back at me. "It's you yellow-eyes!" I creaked. "You're supposed to be dead." Jasper growled at me. "Yeah. That's what I thought too." I was too tired to ask questions. Too bad I couldn't sleep. "Jasper, let her rest." Jaspers growled under his breath at his adoptive mother's command and lifted me, carrying me back up the stairs and throwing me on a fluffy bed. He left, closing the door behind him. I could barely move and I didn't care. I wished I was human so I could dream pretty dreams. I could still hear the hushed voices below the floor.
A few minutes later the door to my room creaked open. It was Esme, the oldest woman. "Are you all right, child?" her motherly voice chimed. I was going to complain about the burning thirst in my throat, but I realized I wasn't actually thirsty as I swallowed. It just felt dry, very dry. Not burning. She placed her hand on my forehead. As if it was warm. "Are you ready to tell?" she said. No. "I actually don't really know." She looked sympathetic. It was hard to tell if any of us were on the same page.
Esme assisted me as I limped down the stairs. I couldn't really feel my left leg yet. It was ashen. "Are you ready to explain yourself?" Jasper, the one with the many scars, growled. God, it's you yellow-eyes who wanted to me to die. The redhead mind reader answered my thoughts. "He's just tense and confused about you being...here." I looked at the mind reader whose name I recalled was Edward and exhaled. Edward heard me and said "You probably don't remember our names. I'm Edward, and this is Bella..." He hesitated upon speaking his former human mates' name. I stared at her and sniffed. She was no longer human. I could still feel the burn slowly coming back up my throat, retuning from where i had hid the temptation to inhale the scent of human blood. The whiff did not originate from the former human, however. I couldn't pinpoint the source. I quickly glanced away from the former temptation. I held my breath. I'm glad they turned her. "I'm Carlisle of course and this is my wife Esme." He squeezed Esme's hand. "Jasper and Alice." Jasper hissed with hostility. Carlisle shot him a warning glance. "Yo. Emmett n' Rosalie over here!" said the huge boy who resembled a monkey; or rather, an ape. I looked at the Rosalie girl. Emmett stood behind her, his arms around her neck. Pressed up in her chest was- I cocked my head to the side. I heard a heartbeat. I smelt BLOOD. Suddenly the room was a blur. Jasper shoved me as I flew against the wall, pinning me down I tried to spring at the little heartbeat. "What is that thing?" I snarled at the mammal cuddled in Rosalie's arms. "It's a hybrid," Edward at Emmett as he spoke. "Eddie and Bell's creation when Bella was human." Rosalie held it tighter. "Her name is Renesmee." "We have to calm Bree's thirst before anything. Let's hunt." Jasper reluctantly got off me and I hissed at him. Esme grabbed me by the wrist. "Edward and Bella. Show Bree how we vegetarians hunt."