The Inevitable
By Any Unborn Child
Bree Tanner did not know of her fate beforehand, like most of those who would be turned into vampires.
She had believed in a better future – one that was very far away, its dim light struggling to reach the girl's eyes that were wide open, wisps of the frigid air escaping into them, her entire body paralyzed with fear.
She had wanted to make something of herself – she wanted to be someone who could make an impact on another, any impact at all, just as long as they remembered her – even if it had to be as the straggly girl on the street corner, doing whatever she could to escape her wretched home life.
She had imagined being happy – in the company of people that cared about her, that wished her well, that enjoyed her prescience in their lives – not those who wished her dead or used her as a means to an end that was far too common in this day and age.
She had pleaded for her life – but no one had heard her calls.
That is…until she was given a second chance – another calling – a transfiguration into another wholly mythical being entirely.
She had remembered the pain racing across her synapses as she changed into a bloodsucking vampire, the agony plucking, reverberating everything in her body until she could take no more and collapsed from the trauma, only to wake up a new being.
She had only been this form for a short while.
But she had been exposed to another side of humanity that could not be seen to those who hadn't escaped death – there was a vigor, a desperate cling to the life that was now laid out in front of her, in front of those she would like to have called friends, even though she did not know them or trust them.
As twisted as the companionships were, the ones she experienced in such circumstances, as she was holding onto whatever she could, whoever she could, were nice while they lasted.
She may have even experienced love or compassion for brief, fleeting moments…
Her eventual second death had come swiftly, but with an impending nature that was all too familiar. It turns out that she had come back to the life that she had tried to leave behind.
She was something to be rid of.
Nothing but a stray.
As Bree held onto the last remaining moments of her second life, as she let out a terrified scream, its resonance begging to be heard, she could only wish for more…
More of the same…
More of the inevitable.
Because…in the end…it was all she knew.