At first Bree thought she was flying again, except this every cell of her body was soaring to a different pattern, a different melody. When she opened her mouth to sing, a blizzard of different notes shook their way out of her mouth, each twisting and turning and echoing around the room. Bree felt every pore inside her bristle and glow as the notes breezed through her easily.
She was shocked as she heard herself, and almost considered stopping, but the very thought scared her, as if nothing was more important. She listened to the words and the melody; it was not familiar. She did not even have to concentrate, the song just came to her and passed through her as easy as breathing. Or not, in her case. Bree laughed at this as she continued, and the song delighted in her laughter, interpreting it into the music.
She looked around her, at Victoria, and the others assembled by the open door. Victoria's eyes were extremely wide, her forehead creased, as if she was concentrating hard. Bree realised why as she looked again at the crowd by the door. They all had closed their eyes, and were suspended in stillness. Bree frowned, ad took a step towards them, unsure of what they were doing. They still remained motionless. She thought about stopping, and asking them to move, but the song was two steps ahead of her. The melody changed to a harsher tone, and the mysterious words changed also. Almost immediately the crowd straightened, and moved to the opposite side of the room, each pair of eyes still closed. Bree's eyes darted in shock back to Victoria, whose eyebrows were higher still, arched in wonder.
She called out in a slurred voice; "Tell…tell them to run around the room as fast as they…they can." Bree nodded, and the song took on a staccato beat, swirling around the room in a mad frenzy. Almost matching this, the crowd became a blur as their dark shapes bounced off the walls. Victoria's bewildered laugh came out as a liquid slush from her mouth. Bree slowed the runners and they stood, still entranced by the magic of the music. "Now…" Victoria said, her eyes starting to unfocus, "Now tell them to kill Maria."
Immediately Bree forced the song to stay under control as it fought to climb to its highest points in the ultimate control it had over the vampires. Bree glared in disgust at the woman, and Victoria hissed in annoyance, waving her hand uneasily to signal to Bree to stop. Unwillingly, Bree obliged, and the crowd opened their eyes uneasily, then a chorus of snarls and hisses rose up from them as they realised what had happened to them.
Without the song, Bree suddenly felt extremely weak, and the burning in her throat roared into life. "Now please," she whispered, falling onto her knees, "Please get me something to…to…" Victoria nodded once, and clicked her fingers at two in the crowd, they ran out of the doors and came back almost immediately with a young woman, her hands still full of shopping.
"Where the hell am I?" She screamed frantically, holding the bags in a fighting pose. Bree eagerly watched the blood flowing through the suddenly paper thin skin, and she dove for the throat. In less than ten seconds, the woman was bled dry. Bree wiped her hand across her mouth, then looked in horror at what she had done. The woman, now grey and flimsy without any blood, was gazing in her death out of glassy brown eyes. Bree thought suddenly about her family, her life, her job. Did she have a husband? A child? A whole family, even?
Bree looked at her bloodied hands in disgust, and threw herself at the wall. The others looked at her in confusion as she beat her suddenly stone head at the wall. After a long session of self harm that was failing at its job, she turned to Victoria, who looked slightly amused. "Look at what you have done to me." Bree hissed through her teeth, her hands shaking in anger.
Victoria made no comment, but slowly made her way over to Bree, before putting both hands on her shaking shoulders. "Indeed," she whispered, her tone almost loving, "But look what you have become. A dark angel with a voice to match. Look what you can do. A few unnecessary humans was all that it takes. Isabel," Victoria whispered, using her real name, "I have made you so you can help me. You see, not long ago, a man I knew was murdered in cold blood. By a large coven of vampires in Forks. We need revenge, and if you help me, then think of everything that I can do for you. Just think of the possibilities I have opened for you. And all I ask is that you grant me this one favour. Please?"
Victoria looked at her pleadingly, as if the tearless vampire was actually about to weep. Bree's still heart melted towards her. She wondered what the evil coven looked like. Draped in shadows, with their eyes glowing a fiery red in contrast to their beautiful ruby. These evil men who would outright murder an innocent man, they would look like Satan's minions himself. She became decided. "What is it that I must do?" Bree asked, and Victoria's smile flickered a little. "They have a human girl with them. A horrible woman with a dark soul. She is with them as if she does not care that they are monsters. She started all the trouble and her evil head killed James. Now we must destroy her, before she does any more damage!"
At this Bree shuddered. She looked again at the lifeless woman on the floor, her eyes staring at nothing and her hands still gripping at her shopping. "She is a human? And she is obviously loved by these people. I don't think I can do that to someone, Victoria. It is not in me." Victoria's brow creased in an impatience which Bree did not understand. However her forehead smoothed out, and she looked up, her eyes glowing.
"I doubt they love her," she began, choosing her words carefully, "I have seen her once. Not so pleasing to the eye, even with eyesight as good as ours. But her blood, is that a smell!" At once Bree's body stiffened. Although she had drained the poor woman of any life she had in her, the thought of blood made her want more and more. She cocked her head to the side, as if trying to smell the girl from here. Victoria smiled, and nodded.
"Rather like lavender, as I recall. A beautiful, flowery smell. And warm, extremely warm. Rather young, brewed in Phoenix!" Her joke made her cackle manically, but Bree did not care. All she could care about was the taste of the girl's blood on her tongue, as it slipped down her throat. Bree shuddered again, and Victoria took both her long hands in her own. "So," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Bree's, "Are you in?" Bree needed no time to think, the thought of the smell was enticing enough.
"Just give me her blood, and I'll do it." Bree whispered.