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N – New. When you're turned into a vampire, you're not called a newborn for nothing. Everything seems new to you, and with good reason. Your senses are heightened to a seemingly impossible degree, and it's like you're seeing, smelling, tasting, and even touching something for the first time. No matter how much time Bree spent with Edward, when she was with him she felt like she was new to the supernatural world once more because he heightened her every sense and made everything they did together, even the smallest of tasks, more vivid. He brought her to life in ways she couldn't have even imagined as a human.

O – Objurgate. "Don't you stand there and objurgate me like I'm a child!" Bree hissed as she stood on her toes so she could stare down her boyfriend, who was getting on her bad side real quick. If he wasn't careful, he would soon see a real ugly side of her she usually kept hidden. "I may look like a child, but that doesn't mean I am one, and I won't stand here and let you scold me like I'm five!"

P – Poet. "What are you writing?" Edward questioned as he watched Bree write in one of her many notebooks.

He had tried reading her thoughts so he wouldn't have to bother her, but her thoughts were scattered; her brain was a mess of words and rhythm and it left the mind-reader with more questions than answers. He knew that his mate was always writing in a notebook and he' had ample opportunities to sneak a peak or two like Emmett had suggested, but he hadn't wanted to violate her privacy.

Bree finished the line she was working on before setting the pen down on the paper and looking at him, a slight smile curving her lips. "I was working on some poetry. When I was human, I'd always wanted to be a poet. The way you can twist and bend the words to paint the picture you want, the vivid way you can bring almost anything to life, it's just something that's always fascinated me."

"Have you written a poem about me?" he asked with a tilt of his head, and got his answer when she ducked her head before hurrying up the stairs. If she had been human, she would have been blushing no doubt, which gave Edward his answer. And he felt so special for it.

Q – Queer Duck. The first time Emmett Cullen had called Bree a queer duck, Edward hadn't bothered to find out what it meant before crushing his knuckles into his brother's nose. It was only after he calmed down and looked it up in the dictionary that he realized his brother hadn't meant it as an insult.

"It's someone who stands out in a crowd because they're eccentric and unique," he summed up before looking up at Bree with that crooked smile of his. "I guess Emmett was right after all. You are our own little queer duck."

R – Riley. Riley might have been the one who turned Bree, but she held no love for her maker in her non-beating heart. It wasn't like he'd cared about her either. Riley had been doing a job, plain and simple. Her life hadn't mattered to him, and if she would have died, she doubted he would have noticed.

Still, while she might not have liked the man who created her, she was grateful towards him; if it hadn't been for him, she never would have met Edward Cullen.

S – Sleep. Edward had once asked his wife what she missed most about being human, and her answer had been pretty simple.

"I miss being able to sleep. I miss being able to close my eyes and just dream about the impossible." She grinned. "But it's not so bad getting to stay awake all day long – as long as I'm spending every second with you."

T – Trust. When the battle with the newborns took place, Bree found herself hiding in the bushes. Though she'd known beforehand that she'd be participating in a war, it had been way more intense than what she'd expected, and she wasn't ready to die again, like so many of her fellow newborns. So when the one called Edward held his hand out to her, she was hesitant to trust him.

"Bree?" She wondered how he knew her name, not aware that he was a mind-reader yet. He took a cautious step forward, not wanting to startle her. "I swear that I'm not going to hurt you. You can trust me."

U – Underground. "These zombie movies are so stupid!" Bree muttered with an eye-roll. In her humble opinion, what passed for movies these days were sad imitations of what good movies had been produced in the past.

Her husband smirked and pressed the 'Pause' button. "Why do you say that?"

The small vampire female shrugged. "In every zombie move I watch, nobody is ever smart enough to hide underground. That's what I'd do. Find an old military base, or some hidden catacombs, or even live in the sewer if you have to. Zombies would never look in any of those places. Living underground seems like the safest route if you want to survive, and during the zombie wars or whatever, living or undead, surviving is what I would want to do."

V – Vicious. A stream of crimson trailed down her chin as one lone drop of blood fell to the ground, staining it red. Her teeth were bared and her body was bowed as she looked down at her kill, a mountain lion that had once been strong, lively and feisty. In Edward's mind, she'd never looked more beautiful – or more vicious, for that matter.

W – Willing. For three days after their first fight, neither Bree nor Edward would so much as look at the other. Neither of them wanted to admit that they had been wrong. In the end, it was Edward who caved since he missed her so terribly and couldn't stand to be away from her for another second. Sometimes, you had to be willing to take the blame, even if you knew you hadn't done anything wrong. Compromise was key to the foundation of a good relationship.

X – Xander. The mind-reading vampire had never thought he would be someone who would watch a show like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but Bree had gotten him hooked, and they were on the last season in a matter of days. The had just watched the episode where Xander had lost his eye. Since Xander happened to be Edward's favorite character, he was beyond shocked. If he could cry, his fiancée believed that he would.

"I can't believe they took his eye!" he cried, and looked away from the screen in horror as said eye was poked from Xander's head by the crazy antagonist. "Xander was already at a disadvantage because he was human, and now he has to live with only one eye! This is so not fair!"

Bree thought about telling her fiancè that he was such a fangirl, but thought better of it.

Y – Year. Exactly one year after her 'death,' Bree went to visit her grave. It was a simple wooden marker with her name, date of birth, and date of death – the only thing left as evidence that she had indeed existed once upon a time. Something was different though, and it took her a second to realize that someone had placed a rose on the center of the would-be grave.

"I thought it was a shame you didn't have any flowers." She heard him a second before she felt him wrap his arms around her from behind. "Someone as beautiful as you deserves to be remembered with something as equally beautiful." Edward kissed her neck, squeezing her a little bit harder.

Z – Zambomba. "Is that even a real instrument?" Edward asked, thinking his girlfriend was playing some sort of joke on him. They had been talking about music and he wanted to know if she played any instruments. "You're trying to pull one over on me."

Her smile was so bright it lit up her eyes. "I'm deadly serious here, Mr. Know-It-All. I thought you, of all people, would know that the zombomba is a Spanish drum. In music class, I wanted to try something new, so I got online and looked up the weirdest instrument I could find. Low and behold, it was the zambomba. I'll have to order one because I really do miss playing it."

The end!

AN: This is the end of the ABC guide for Bree and Edward. I hope that you enjoyed it and I did get a request for Edward/Victoria and I will get to that when I can. Let me know what you all thought of this chapter. A huge thanks to my amazing beta, without my word would be riddled with a lot more mistakes. She is a life saver!

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