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It's Saturday, so it's time for my update!

My reviewers are amazing, it's actually crazy! This story is definitely my most popular thanks to ye guys! (Sorry, I'm Irish, the "ye" thing is necessary!)

I would like to thank Nessarie for correcting my failures at grammar, and also pointing out that the Twilight vampires fangs don't actually grow, their teeth are just that sharp. I would like to dedicate this chapter to her for taking the time to correct my faults!

Anyhoo, time to begin, eh?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this :( Ah well!

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the mirror girl/ Paula!

~Bree~

Two days later, Bree hadn't moved. She was sitting on the sofa in the Cullen's' living room, exactly as Edward had put her when they had gotten back from Seattle. She hadn't fed for three days.
She never wanted to move again.
The Cullen's didn't know what to do. Bella was in the Cullen's' house a lot, but Bree barely noticed her. She just wanted to die.
Bree used to be so independent. She didn't need any guy, she was happy on her own, as long as she had her books, her worlds that she could live in. When did that change? She missed being emotionally numb, you didn't get hurt that way. Diego had been the closest thing she had ever had to a boyfriend, but now she had lost that. She never wanted to get emotionally attached to anyone ever again.
Her chest was tight. It felt like it was being squeezed in an iron vice, and whenever she thought of Diego it felt like someone was tightening the vice, so tight she couldn't breathe.
Her throat was on fire, but she barely noticed and cared even less. She had no intention of feeding anytime soon. Or ever again. Could vampires starve to death? She honestly didn't know. It was amazing how little she knew about her own body.
She wanted to destroy every beautiful thing around her, to crush it all in her strong vampire hands, to throw it at the walls, to tear the walls down. She fantasized it, but didn't dare.
If she had been paying attention to what had been happening around her, she would have heard Edward and Jasper converse via whispers. She would have heard Edward ask Jasper would he send a wave of calm and happiness in Bree's direction. She would have heard Jasper said he had been for the past two days, but they had had little or no effect on Bree. She would have noticed Carlisle come home from working at the hospital and inquire about the last time Bree had fed, and looking worried when Alice had said four days ago. She would have seen Esme sit on the couch beside her, and would have heard the words Esme said in an attempt of making Bree feel better. But she noticed none of this.
It was Rosalie who finally snapped Bree out of her trance.
Rose marched into the living room and stood in front of where Bree was sitting.
"Bree?" Rose demanded. Bree didn't notice her, the same way she hadn't noticed anyone in the last few days.
"Bree!" Rose demanded again, sounding angry, but still Bree did not reply. What Rose did next surprised everyone. Rose raised her hand and slapped Bree right across the face. The sound of the impact of Rose's palm against Bree's cheek was heard all over the house. For the first time in two and a half days, Bree looked up from the ground, a look of utter emotional pain in her eyes.
Before Bree could go back to her sorry state of self pity, Rose slapped her again, harder this time.
Bree put her hand to her cheek, and finally showed an emotion other than pain, hollowness and general sadness: anger.
"What the hell is your problem, you blonde fucking bimbo? The person I loved and cared about most in this world died recently and I never got to tell him that I loved him, or even say goodbye! Does that mean nothing to you, Barbie doll? You wouldn't know what it feels like to be hurt and alone, would you, you spoiled bitch!" Bree shouted, anger dripping from every syllable. She stood up, her face just inches away from Rose's.
Edward was standing in the doorway, watching Rose and Bree. Emmett tried to get past him to get to the girls to pull them apart, but Edward put his arm out to stop him and whispered in his ear "Don't, This is good for Bree. She needs to take out her pain and anger somehow. She hasn't fed in over four days, she's no match for Rose. Rose knows what she's doing."
Emmett nodded and stood next to Edward, watching the scene unfold in front of them.
"Yes, because you're the only one that's ever lost the person they love. Look around you! Look at the humans you've fed off! Don't you think they had families, friends, partners, lovers? Did you even care, as long as you got a meal? Do you think that they feel any better than you do right now? How are you any better than Diego's killer?" Rose snapped right back, squaring up to Bree.
"Don't you utter his name so lightly, you bitch! You didn't know him! And I was always careful to choose people who wouldn't be missed!" Bree said coldly.
"'Cause whores and druggies never had friends!" Rosalie laughed. "Look at your eyes! A sorry mixture of red and amber, the red thick around the edges. You're a sorry excuse for a vampire."
Bree punched Rose with such force that Rose went flying across the room, banging into the wall, before turning to Edward and saying, "I'm going hunting."
Edward looked at Emmett, stunned, before running after Bree.

~Edward~
How did she do that! Edward thought, astonished. She should be weak, barely able to move, but yet she could punch with enough force to send a vampire flying.
Emmett was just as surprised as Edward was, and Edward suspected Rosalie was as well, but didn't bother to read her mind before running after Bree.
He found her in a clearing in the forest, hunched over and breathing deeply. When Edward showed up she stood up straight, ran towards him, and asked, "Is Rosalie hurt?". She sounded so scared and worried that Edward had to pull her towards him and give her a hug.
"Rose will be fine. She's just a little shaken up. Understandably. How did you do that? You shouldn't have been strong enough!" Edward sounded amazed.
Bree pulled away from him after just a moment. She didn't want anyone to touch her. Edward had a look of understanding in his eyes and didn't try to touch her again.
"I don't know what happened. Just… When she said that… I felt a surge of anger and energy, and then Rosalie was hitting the wall and I was out of there.
"Well, I'm impressed. Come on, let's go and get you some blood." Edward said, happy that Bree was back to normal, well, closer to normal than she had been in the past few days.

~Diego~
Diego finally went back to the cave, after feeding deeply. Very deeply.
When he entered, the first thing he noticed shocked him. A scent. Or a trace of a scent. No, two scents.
One of them was Bree's. The other… The other he didn't recognise. But what he did recognise was the scent was male and vampire.
Could she have moved on so quickly? Could she honestly be with some other vampire?
Did that mean he was right in thinking that she had never loved him, and had just been humouring him? Was Bree like that?
He was angry.
He was furious.
He was hurt.
And most of all, he was jealous.
"I'm going to find her. I'm going to kill him." Diego vowed, his voice emotionless, before punching the wall of the cave with all of his strength.

~End~

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I know it's not a great chapter, I'll do better next time! I'll update again on Monday, promise!

Love ye oh so very much!

Paula!