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Bree looked at me.

Her poker face left a lot to the imagination and made me rethink my goal.

For starters, she's a living being again. So it would be understandable that she wouldn't want to die a third time. I had long come prepared to offer this and accept the possible rejection that came with it.

But the downside was that I'd know where she was. I'd be able to place her location and find her so fast it would make Demetri's head spin and be able to hide it. Had I taken after my parents on the sadistic side I would have to force a favor out of her and she'd have to pay it back.

Hopefully, that doesn't happen.

Another possibility was that she'd join me but come with some conditions. No problem, but if I couldn't hold up my side of the deal, which leads me back to my first point, then I'd had to rely on other sources.

"I know we're not mainstream media vampires, but would you like to come in?" I asked innocently. She jumped at my voice, probably expecting me to be forceful and not genuine.

I nearly rolled my eyes. If that was the case, she'd not come here.

I step aside, allowing the girl to slowly step into the house, cautious and on guard. I watched as she studied her surroundings as she explored the house, going through the rooms as if she was looking for something.

On alert. Perhaps dying a gruesome would make anyone paranoid.

By the time she walked back into the living room, I was already chowing down on a box of chocolate chip cookies I made from Italy.

I almost laughed as I saw the hunger and repulsion as she stared down at my treats.

"Want some? You must be starving after coming back 7 years later," I offered.

"There's blood in them," Bree stated.

Yep, her enhanced scents are intact. And she didn't even seem phased that time has passed since her death.

"Yeah...I can explain-"

"You're a vampire, and a child," Bree said. She was now staring down at the box, so I took one and threw it to her. And I tried to bite back a smile as her hunger got the better of her and chewed it down.

"Don't worry. The blood was legitimately donated. In a way, my feeding is a LOT different from the average feeding of the average vampire. My quantities vary from very little to moderate. Hell, I can go a week without feeding and still feel fine.

"How did you come to be?" she asks.

"Uh uh, take a bite first," I stated, holding the box out to her. Minus the blood part, they were just as tasty and normal looking as any other home-baked goods. Besides, she really must be starving.

I watched as she tentatively took her hand out and reached in to grab a piece and slowly, but surely, pulled it out and bt into it.

I bit back a grin when I saw her eyes pop out and she began devouring it before going back for more. Rather than having my hand torn off, I just gave her the entire thing and beckoned her to follow me into the living room.

"Alright, to answer your question: I don't know, exactly. I was born human until I was bitten by a vampire. But then, my other had me frozen to stop the venom from spreading- and yes, I was put into cryosleep, but even I don't know how she did it. Anyways, someone unfroze me and I've been awake for a while. And as you can guess from those cookies, obviously the venom worked far enough so the blood could be in my appetite."

Putting down the now empty cookie box, Bree wiped her face of the crumbs and sat on the couch.

"So, you're not quite a full vampire but not quite a half-breed either?" she asked hesitantly.

I shrugged. "Except for the possibility of a heightened personality, I'm more human than both apparently."

"So, how did I come back?" she asked. "I remembered dying."

"Easy, I brought you back."

In hindsight, I should have worded that better. Especially when Bree used super speed to ran away to the furthest corner of the room.

"WHAT!?" she yelled.

"Don't worry. I'm not enslaving you or anything. Yes, I do have an agenda, but you are just as free to go ahead with your newfound life as much as you want. In fact, you are free to walk out my front door right now as I speak," I said, literally gesturing to the door.

She eyed me. "But why me?"

"Easy: You have no blood on your hands, you have no family, and most importantly, you were an innocent dragged into a Mother's wrath," I explained. "You're also my first resurrection, so I know with time, I can tell if I screwed you up or not."

"So...I'm an experiment? is that why you're name was the first thing I said and how I knew where to find you?" she asked.

"You're a wrong I had to make right," I emphasized. In the end, we were both little girls pushed into the Supernatural world under the worst circumstances. But while Bree had been first to become a soldier, I chose to be where I am now.

She stared at me for a moment. Almost as if she was looking for something until her eyes popped out.

Recognition. About time.

"You're HER!"

I nodded. "Her daughter actually. the one that changed you was my mother. Her name was Victoria and she was murdered. In fact, by her death, the people who failed to save you left me an orphan."

And wasn't that a bitter taste in my mouth.

"So, you brought me back. Now, what do you want? the Yellow Eyes?" she asked, relaxing from the corner and coming closer.

"The Cullens, yes. You see, what year did you die." I asked.

"2006," she answered.

"Well, honey, it's 2018," I announced.

Bree's jaw dropped, and if I wasn't taking this seriously, I would have laughed.

"...12 years. I've been dead for twelve years," she said astonishingly.

"Well, if it's any comfort, I've been asleep for 7 years and awake for 7 more, so I'm technically 21 or 28. Another long story," I exhaust.

"But..but...but...You don't even look like an adult. We're about the same age!" she exclaimed. Yeah, but we are neither older nor younger than each other.

"Yeah, blame either the ice or the venom. But you got lucky. Time after 2006 was the double-edged sword. I reckon 2008-2009 was legitly the best and informant years America had before it all went downhill. You guys had a Black president, who was good in my opinion before white racism came and went and you got an idiot called Trump for president," I said sourly. As a former (part?) citizen of the United States, this country went made Italy look sweet!

Shaking her head, she looked at me. "Alright, back to the main point, You want the Yell- The Cullens coven, right? Why? Your mother, from last I remembered before I was killed, broke a lot of rules to go after them. Do you have a death wish or something?"

"Yes."

That took Bree back. "What?"

"Before I went under, it was my Dad who bit me. Mom and my uncle put me under and I got filled in after I wake up. Apparently, Dad's bloodlust caught the perfect prey and the one you were meant to go after, the prey called Bella, where her mate killed him. That sent my mom over the edge and sent my uncle to do it since they left her behind, but he got killed by werewolves, the same ones you hid from during the battle. The same mate who killed my father killed my mother. And somehow, those two managed to have a kid, a Dhampire by technical terms.

Now, my mom may have pushed the button for war, but this all revolved around Bella, a human that wanted to be a vampire, and her mate, who had refused to kill her to save her humanity. Two self-righteous and selfish beings caused that, and had she either died or been turned, I would have woken up to my mom and you wouldn't have been a vampire," I stated. "Now, the werewolves are another thing. See, the only reason they came to be at the time was that of the presence of vampires. The big, black one that you saw on that field, he was the first when the Cullens first moved to town. And from what I learned, once you become a wolf, well...let's just say because Bella was still human at the time and an army of vampires was heading their way, a lot of people got handed fates they didn't deserve. And you called me a half-breed right? Well, The kid between Bella and her mate broke this treaty, so she had to die. Only, she was kept alive because of some soulmate bond between her and a werewolf.

So think about that: We are two vampires with childhoods that were either not granted to us or stolen and this half-breed, the product of two selfish creatures, who got EVERYTHING we lost. How is that fair? We're abominations yet this person is born and almost everyone treats her like a princess, even causing two species that are rivals, to get along and protect her, despite the fact, more people are forced to become wolves to do so. "

I'll admit I spent a long time pitching this speech for this exact moment, and I bear no shame, but that didn't guarantee that Bree would help me. For all I know, she'll let bygones be bygones and leave them be. Renesmee did nothing to her, so why should she hurt her?

Hence why I decided to add werewolves into this along with her predicament. I can't say if she'd always end up a vampire eventually, but if she had a chance to have had a normal life and it got snatched from her, she'd want a chance to avenge that.

But, in another case, I was prepared for this:

"If that's the way you'd put it, then shouldn't we really be blaming everything on your Dad?" she asked.

I nodded. "I considered that, and for a while, I did. But my Dad will always be my Dad. I'll remember him in his human life when he was a hunter but a real family man. One who put his family above everything. Maybe him becoming a vampire erased that love, but it's his venom that has me here today. And my Mom made mistakes too. Was she selfish? Perhaps so. Did she have to drag more people into her fury? No. But did she have anything to lose? She didn't. For all she knew, if she unfroze me and I quickly turned, she'd have to kill me. An Immortal Child was forbidden, mostly because as children, they couldn't comprehend the laws, and due to cases a slaughtered villages, would have exposed the vampire community. Victoria couldn't have known I'd be as I was now, and I understood why she never took that chance. And for not doing that, she considered me dead to her and thus, she had NO ONE left as family. And someone with nothing left to lose is a dangerous person."

"Like you?" Bree asked. She didn't have to specify for me to understand. What I was essentially saying was that I wanted to strike and kill the heart of the only living thing keeping the peace between two species. Coming in between a coven of vampires and a pack of werewolves to achieve my goals.

A suicide mission.

Bree just stood there, taking in my words and double meanings as it was.

"This is where I tell you that despite me bringing you back as an experiment, you are welcomed to leave and have no part in this. Sure, I'd just resurrect another vampire who died on that field and considering they were literally torn to shreds by both of my enemies, I'm sure they'd have no problem settling a few scores," I spoke quickly yet nervously.

Bree still looked at me as if I was mad. Well that, but something else. As if she was trying to look through me.

Then she sighed. "You're different, Anna. I don't know how, but I know you sound sincere and honest about how you feel and your plan, and for that, I wish you hadn't brought me back."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because since I don't feel feel okay with leaving you behind to die, the least I can do is help you live as long as I can," Bree initiated. " I'm in."