Author's Note: Thank you so much for all the reviews, favorites, & story alerts this past week! You guys are truly amazing! Just a heads up for any of the new readers, this fanfiction is not based on The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner. I made this fanfic way before that came out and i dont know anything about the novella anyway. (I haven't gotten a chance to read it yet)

But anyway, here's the new chapter. And just for a head's up, this chapter contains something that i know Stephenie Meyer would never allow in the twilight saga novels. But this is my fanfiction and i add whatever i want in them. Just look out for something that happens at the end of this chapter. it will surprise you...Please Review, tell me what you think.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from the twilight saga. I only own the plot of this fanfiction.

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"So when are you going to tell him," Seth asked one day as I getting ready to go over to Greg's house. I was trying to decide what shirt I should wear with my favorite skinny jeans.

"Tell who what," I asked innocently.

Seth was sitting on my bed flipping through some kind of magazine he borrowed from Emmett. It looked like an old Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Edition. "Greg," he replied. "When are you going to tell him you're a vampire?"

"I already told him," I lied. Or at least I wasn't technically lying. I had told him, he just wasn't awake when I said it.

"Really?"

"No, not really," I said.

"What do mean 'not really'," Seth asked, flipping past another page of the magazine and cocking his head to the side like he was trying to see something better.

"Well, I told him…but he was asleep. So he didn't hear me."

Seth laughed. "You are going to truly tell him, right. I mean, you can't keep it a secret from him forever."

"Why do you care?"

He shrugged. "No reason…I'm just saying that you should probably tell him."

"I know. I'm just waiting for the right time."

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I finally chose what shirt I wanted to wear: just a plain black t-shirt. After an awkward conversation about telling Greg my secret, I was able to leave. I wasn't sure what Seth really thought about Greg. We hadn't talked about it but I knew Seth didn't really like him. But Seth knew what he was talking about. I did really need to tell Greg about me. I couldn't keep it from him forever.

But what was I afraid of? It wasn't like Greg was going to freak out or something. He had said it himself that he liked the idea of vampires. But I still couldn't find the courage to actually tell him face to face. I need to tell him, but I need to find a good time to do it. But when?

By that time I had arrived at Greg's house. He said he wanted me to come over so we could work on some homework together. I'd never been to his house before, but Greg had given me directions. I stopped my car at a nice two story house in an unfamiliar part of town. The only car parked outside was Greg's. I hopped out of the car and knocked on the door.

"Come in," I heard Greg's voice yell from inside the house. "The door's open."

I walked the house. "It's me. Bree," I said.

"I'm in the kitchen."

I followed Greg's voice to find him in a large and beautifully decorated kitchen. Everything was white and black along with a stainless steel microwave and matching refrigerator.

"Wow. I never knew you had such a big house," I said.

Greg smiled. "Not as big as yours…Would you like a tour?"

"Sure," I replied while returning the smile.

Greg started walking and I followed him. We walked a little ways until we reached the living room. "Well, this is the family room. But since I don't have much of a family I don't really come in here." I looked around and again, this room was decorated just as nicely as the kitchen but with a different color scheme. Pictures hung all around the walls and the furniture looked almost too pretty to use. I walked over to a part of the room where the fireplace was and above it there were many pictures of Greg, a very pretty woman, and a little girl.

"Is this your mom," I asked, referring to the woman in a picture with blond hair and striking green eyes just like Greg's.

"Yeah."

"Is she home?"

"No," he said rolling his eyes. "She's in Seattle with her boyfriend…he's married." Greg gave me a cocky grin. "Well, then. Let's go upstairs."

I nodded and he led the way. There were three bedrooms upstairs along with two bathrooms. "That's my mom's room," Greg said as he nodded towards the first bedroom we reached. He passed the second bedroom that had a pink flower on the door, but he didn't refer to it as anyone's room. I figured it belonged to the little girl on some of the pictures downstairs. We finally reached the bedroom at the end of the hall which had a sign hanging on the door saying, 'Do Not Enter.'

"And this is my room," he said. "Don't be afraid. I'll let you come in."

Greg opened the door and motioned one of his hands for me to enter. I walked in and smelled something…but it was a good smell, which was surprising to me. I had never been in a guy's bedroom but I always had this idea that their room would smell weird…or even moldy. But Greg's room smelled good even though he had clothes scattered everywhere on the floor and I honestly wasn't sure whether they were clean or dirty. He had a TV, laptop, and something that looked like a play station game console. There was a large black bed close to the window and on top of the bed was a guitar.

"You play the guitar," I asked, taking a seat on his bed.

"Yeah. A little. Keeps my head straight."

I turned around and spotted some pictures on his bedside table. He had a few photos with some guys that I recognized from school. I noticed one picture was of a girl with pretty black hair. She wasn't looking forward to whoever was taking the picture. Instead her attention was on the person beside her. The girl had a beautiful smile on her face…the girl was me.

"How did you get a picture of me?"

"That was taken a few weeks ago. The guys were taking pictures of everybody at the table. You weren't even paying attention."

I smiled. "I like it."

"Me too."

There was another picture beside mine. It was of Greg and an older man that looked like him. They both had the same hair and the same smile. "That's my dad," Greg said when he noticed I was looking at the picture. "Him and my mom divorced a few years ago."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I think everyone knew they were going to divorce sometime. That marriage was crap."

"So, do you have a sister," I asked. "I saw the little girl on the picture downstairs…" I slowly cut off my sentence. I watched as Greg's facial expression changed from being happy and sarcastic to being…sad. "Is something wrong?"

"I guess you could say I used to have a sister."

"What do you mean?"

"Her name was Bethany. She died a few years ago when I was thirteen; she was six…It was accident…I got mad at my mom and dad…so I stole the car keys and tried to drive off by myself just to see if they would care…I didn't know she was behind the car…I backed out and…"

He couldn't finish his sentence; he didn't need to. Greg's eyes were staring in front of him…looking at nothing but the past. Tears were building in his eyes and at that point I wanted to cry…I wanted to cry with him. I grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it. "You were just a kid. You didn't know any better…I guess I shouldn't have brought that up. You didn't have to tell me if you didn't want to."

Greg turned towards me. "I wanted to. I've never told anyone else that—not any of my friends at school. Not even Allison knows. But it just felt right to tell you."

I had mixed feelings over Greg. It made me feel good to know that he trusted me with something he had never told anyone. But at that same time, I felt horrible. Here he was spilling his heart out to me, telling me everything, and I couldn't tell him about myself. He knew nothing about me and that saddened me. I wish that I could find the courage to tell him now, but I still couldn't. It would be so easy to just blurt it out right now. But what if he didn't believe me?

Greg sighed. "Well, I'm starving. My mom bought me my favorite the other day: tomatoes."

"Your favorite food is tomatoes?"

He smiled and nodded. I followed him out of the bedroom and downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a tomato from the refrigerator and a cutting board from across the kitchen. I stood to the side in front a nearby counter.

"Hey, can you hand me the butcher knife from the drawer right beside you," Greg asked, pointing to the drawer he was referring to.

I grabbed the knife out and handed it to him. "Why do you want to use a butcher knife? Wouldn't it be safer just to use some kind of other knife," I suggested.

"Who needs safety," Greg replied giving me crooked grin. "Do you want any tomatoes?"

"No thanks."

Greg turned around and began cutting up the tomato into slices while I silently prayed to myself that he would be able to handle himself and not have any accidents with the knife. But of course, not all prayers can be answered…

I heard Greg hiss from pain as the knife made a small cut on his left index finger. "Shit. Cut myself with the knife," he mumbled.

I smelt his blood before I even saw it. It was only one drop of blood and yet, the smell seemed to envelop the whole room. The scent wrapped around me, tempting to overthrow everything I had ever worked towards. I focused on my breathing. It's okay, I told myself. It's just a little blood. Nothing major. I can do this.

"Um…are you okay," I managed to ask in a strained voice.

"Yeah," he said turning around towards me. "Just a little cut."

I unconsciously backed away from Greg as he showed me his finger with the small horizontal cut. The scent was stronger now and I stared at my own feet not wanting to look at his finger. Greg saw my reaction. "You get squeamish around blood," he questioned.

"Something like that."

He stepped closer to me and the scent of his blood seemed to wrap around me tighter, choking me. "Don't you need to get a band aid or something," I asked.

"Not right now." He stared into my eyes with something I couldn't comprehend. He looked at me like he knew a secret that no one else knew…like he knew something that he wasn't supposed to know…There was almost no space between us and I was sure I wouldn't be able to resist much longer.

"I know what you are," he continued.

"What?"

"You told me other night…when you thought I was asleep. I was but not completely. If you really are a vampire than…you're tempted right now…"

"I think you should back away from me right now…I should leave."

"No. It's okay. I know you want to—I can see it your eyes. Just take a taste."

I shook my head in disbelief. "No. I can't."

"It's okay. I trust you. Just one taste."

My eyes were suddenly glued to the little drop of blood that leaked from the cut on Greg's finger. His words continued to repeat in my head: Just one taste. I questioned myself. What was wrong with just one taste? It's not like Greg was freaked out about it; he wanted me to do it...and so did I. But I knew it wrong. Just one taste. I'm not going to bite him or anything. It's the bite that changes the person…and I'm not planning on doing that. Just one taste

Greg lifted his hand and placed the cut finger on my lips. The drop of blood lingered there and I licked it off. His finger was still on my lip and with my own hands I pulled his finger towards my mouth and sucked The hot liquid exploded in my mouth tempting my control. Just one taste… I had to stop; I couldn't let this continue. But that one little drop assualted my senses and I wanted more...I needed more. But I had to stop.

I pushed Greg away from me and in less than five seconds I was out of his house.

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Probably didn't see that one coming, did you. Or maybe you did, because you were paying attention to the title. Hope you liked it. Please Review and i'll try and update later this week! :)